‘You’re wrong,’ he said. ‘I do want to do this.’ He caught her eye and then, when he was sure she was watching, very slowly and purposefully bent his head to give her a long lick. ‘And it’sverynice,’ he said, grinning up at her.
She looked at him uncertainly.
‘Relax, please,’ he said, stroking her shoulders and easing her back onto the bed. ‘I love doing this, honestly.’
Oh well, to each his own, she thought, lying back and trying to relax as he bent her legs up so her feet were flat on the bed. He grabbed a pillow from beside her. ‘Lift up for me,’ he murmured.
‘What? Why?’
‘I want to put this under you, so I can get at you better.’
‘Oh.’ She lifted her hips, wondering why she found the idea of being ‘got at’ so hot.
He slid the pillow under her bum and settled himself between her legs. ‘God, I love my new job,’ he said, as he spread her open with his fingers and bent his head to her soft, aching flesh.
She was never going to be able to relax like this, Claire thought. She felt too exposed, too self-conscious. How could she possibly forget herself when?—
Oh, sweet Jesus! All coherent thought vanished and she was lost in the magic of his mouth and fingers as he sucked, licked and stroked her with an enthusiasm and relentlessness that was almost too much to bear.
‘Let go! Let go!’ he panted urgently, some time later.
‘I am,’ she whimpered, her head thrashing reflexively on the pillow. How could he think she was holding back? She was just a mindless ball of nerve endings and want.
‘My hair!’ he gasped. ‘Let go of my hair!’
‘Oh shit! Sorry.’ She released her death grip, fisting the sheets in her hands instead as he nibbled her clit, her body bowing off the bed as her orgasm took hold and she came with a helpless moan. He continued to stroke and suck mercilessly, making her come again and again, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her, each one more intense than the last. At last he let up, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tight as her body trembled in the aftermath of orgasm. When she shivered, he released her to pull the duvet over them both, then took her into his arms again. When she finally stilled, he drew back and stared down at her, stroking damp tendrils of hair away from her face. He smiled at her, looking very pleased with himself – as well he might.
‘So,’ he said, with a smirk, ‘do you need me to talk you through what happened there?’
‘No.’ She smiled. ‘I think that was all pretty clear.’
‘Good. There’ll be a test later.’
‘Written?’
He shook his head. ‘Oral.’ He grinned, and she giggled.
She smiled into his chest. She reckoned that was a test she could ace. All she had to do was lie there while he did amazing things to her. She felt boneless in his arms as he stroked her hair.
‘Well, that was a first.’ She sighed, nuzzling into his chest. ‘Luca?’
‘Mm?’
‘It’s much better with someone else in the room.’
Claire couldn’t remember when she’d felt so complete, so sated and content. But as she came back down to earth and reality took hold, she started to wonder what happened now. She began to feel awkward. They hadn’t discussed time, but presumably she wasn’t supposed to stay the night. He was already giving her far more time than she was paying for. She wished she could fall asleep in his arms, but she didn’t know how long it was okay for her to stay now that the ‘lesson’ was over. Maybe they should have arranged an alarm or something so she would know when her time was up.
Luca didn’t seem to be in any hurry to move either. But as he pulled her close again, she was startled to feel the hardness of his erection against her. Her eyes flew up to his. ‘Oh, but you haven’t – I mean, should I…’ She was such an idiot. She’d been so caught up in her own pleasure, she’d completely forgotten about him. And he hadn’t so much as unbuttoned his shirt the whole time. Shit! She began to reach for his zipper, but once again he grabbed her hand, holding it away.
‘No, you don’t have to do anything. I told you this time was all about you, remember?’
‘But I didn’t do anything,’ she said, feeling mortified. ‘I just lay there.’
‘Stop it,’ he said sternly. ‘First of all, you didn’t just lie there. And, anyway, there’s more to this than just learning techniques. You need to learn about your own body, your own sexuality – find out what excites you, what gets you off. How can you expect to have good sex if you don’t evenknow what you want? I think we’ve found one thing you like,’ he said, grinning down at her.
‘Yeah, it was okay.’ She shrugged.
He laughed. ‘Anyway, you’re paying me,’ he continued. ‘You don’t have to reciprocate every time as well. You’re upholding your end of the bargain and I’m upholding mine.’
