Caroline looked up from her attempt to get his pants off, expression only slightly taken aback. “Why, do I suck?”
“No, no, not at all. I just, I need to know if—” He struggled for words.
Caroline snorted indelicately. She got her hands free and used her thumbs to stroke twin lines down his stomach. They came to rest in his belt loops with a decisive tug. “I spent four years basically living out of motels with the men’s varsity tennis team.No, I’m not a virgin.”
Adrian could barely absorb the relief of that disclosure under the weight of the most immediate, irrational prejudice he’d ever felt against a group of people—a tennisteam? He framed her head between his arms and nipped at her lower lip to apologize for having asked, because of course it didn’t matter, either way.
But Caroline squirmed out from under him, rolled to the MALM dresser next to her bed, and returned with a bright red condom, the kind of candy-colored freebie dispensed by sexual health groups on the street. Adrian wasn’t in a place to be picky about it though; he possessed the same number of condoms in his wallet as firm thoughts on what he’d do next. Caroline clearly had herown plans, though she couldn’t have had any longer to think about it than he had. She competently popped the button on his trousers, expression victorious.
It occurred to him that regardless of the number of varsity athletes she’d spent time with over the past four years, Adrian had still brought to bear very little of the finesse she might have expected him to accumulate over a far longer period of time. He probably wasn’t impressing her very much. And he wanted to impress her. Very desperately so.
So he stuffed the condom in his pocket, grabbed her thighs, and pulled her back toward the edge of the bed. He shifted the hem of her dress up over her stomach when he had her arranged to his satisfaction.
“Where are you going—” she started.
Adrian just smiled and nipped her hip bone to shush her. If she didn’t already know, figuring it out was half the fun. He knelt down in front of her, running the tip of his nose against the soft spread of skin below her navel before turning his attention farther down her body. Caroline propped herself up on her elbows and gave him wide, impressed eyes when he laid his cheek against her inner thigh and gently worked his shoulders between her knees.
“Oh,” she said.
“Am I shocking you?” he asked against her skin, pressing his lips against the crease between her hip and soft mound.
Caroline audibly swallowed. “Not shocked. I mean, not offended. Surprised?”
Adrian chuckled, knowing she’d feel his exhale right against her heated intimate flesh. “The men’s varsity tennis team doesn’t do this?” he couldn’t resist asking.
“Well,” Caroline said, the quality of her voice slightlystrangled, because Adrian had run his wet lower lip up the entire length of her sex, “I don’t know if the rest of them do or don’t. Just that one didn’t.”
Adrian grinned at that, even though he ought to feel very bad for her sake, and got her heels arranged on his shoulder blades. She took a deep breath when he leaned in and ran the flat of his tongue across her. She let it out as her shoulders hit the mattress.
He pressed his advantage, laying an open-mouthed kiss over her clit. Her breath caught in her throat when he did it again. She was sweet and soft under his mouth, and his cock pulsed in near agony where it was compressed in his trousers. He readjusted for some temporary relief, then got his tongue further involved.
“Oh. Oh my God,” she said after a few more minutes of very devoted work on his part, her tone revelatory. “You’re...reallygood at this.”
Adrian had privatelybelievedthat to be true, but it was nice to hear it anyway, and it did a lot to reassure him that he was meeting whatever expectations she had. He redoubled his efforts until Caroline made a feint as though to sit up.
“I mean, I’m ready,” she squeaked out, collapsing back after a second when he didn’t stop.
He looked up at her along the line of her body. She was already pink and flushed, her thighs trembling a little against his neck.Close, he thought.
“Do you want to come?” he asked.
Caroline hesitated. “Yes?” she said, like it was a trick question. He supposed that had not been a priority the last time she’d done this.
He shrugged, making her feet slide down his shoulder blades. “Well, then,” he said, and leaned back in. He lickedher open and wet, interlacing his fingers across her stomach when she squirmed and panted.
It felt very, very important that she know that he could make her come and that hewouldmake her come with just his mouth against her body. He wanted her to know that this was a thing he would do for her whenever she wanted. He didn’t want Caroline to think he was only doing this until she let him climb on top of her. Or under her. Or behind her. He wasn’t going to be picky where he ended up. He was going to taste her orgasm on his tongue, he was going to kiss that fragile look off her face, and then he was going to count himself a lucky man if she still wanted his cock.
(He really, really hoped he was lucky.)
When she finally went rigid against his face and made a breathless little noise that he couldn’t wait to hear directly in his ear, he smiled in triumph.
It was a shock, somehow, to have some portion of him inside her. Conceptually difficult, even if she knew how things worked. Even if it was only the tip of Adrian’s finger. Caroline had her arms looped around his neck, and she was trying to work herself up to doing something exciting and sexy, but the shimmery glow of her orgasm had made her entire body feel floaty. She couldn’t do any more than pepper his wet face with loose kisses as one of his beautiful artist’s hands stroked gently across her folds. Just that one fingertip dipping inside her and then back out to make a slick circuit of her clit.
God, he was probably going to make her come again.Twice, which was a thing she’d heard of but dismissed as fake news, like vaginas that naturally tasted like fruit, or twelve-inch dicks. (Adrian’s wasn’t twelve inches, thankChrist. She observed that God had been feeling generous the day he made Adrian, based on the shape she’d rocked against while straddling his lap, but it was going to fit. Probably. Especially if he kept teasing her with just that single, maddening fingertip.)
Some portion of her brain was still amazed that this elegant, sophisticated man had his hand between her legs, had his eyes closed and swollen lower lip exposed as he concentrated on driving her wild. The ragged edge to his breathing—shedid that. The pink spots on his cheeks. The hard press of him against her hip.
She felt a sudden resolve to make him feel even half as good as she did right now.
