His hands came up to my arms, warm, steady.
“Let me.”
Something in me loosened.
I hadn’t realized how much I’d been holding myself together with sheer will until I didn’t have to, anymore.
He guided me to the bed. “We have time,” he said. “A few hours. We don’t need to fill them with worry.”
We'd made love several times already, yet I still felt like a novice, my body awakening to desires I barely understood.
He turned to me, his gaze sweeping over my face, then lower, lingering on the curve of my hips. My cheeks warmed.
Before Micah, I'd never even let a man see me naked, let alone explore me. Now, the ache between my thighs was a constant reminder of how he'd claimed me, stretched me, made me come apart. But I wanted to learn more—to please him, to discover what my body could do.
He cupped my chin, tilting my face up. "What's going on in that head of yours, Joy?"
I bit my lip, embarrassment flooding me even as desire pooled low in my belly. "I ... I want you to teach me. Before tonight. In case ..." I trailed off, the danger looming like a shadow.In case we didn't make it. But I couldn't say that.
His eyes darkened, understanding flickering there. He pulled me against him, his hard chest pressing to my softer one.
“Teach you what, baby?”
I hesitated, heat rushing to my face as I searched for the right words. “I feel like I was fumbling before,” I admitted softly. “Like I was guessing instead of knowing. I want … I want to learn. I want to do this right. I want to know how to make you feel good. How to—” My breath caught. “How to take you.”
A low groan escaped him, not frustration but hunger, and he kissed me then—slow and deep, unhurried, his mouth coaxing mine like he was already showing me instead of telling.
His hands slid down my back, firm and possessive, gripping my ass and pulling me flush against the growing hardness in his jeans, letting me feel exactly what I did to him.
“You’re not fumbling,” he murmured against my lips. “You’re discovering.”
My chest tightened at that.
“You’ve already got me wrapped around your finger,” he continued, his voice roughening. “But if you want lessons, I’ll give them to you.”
The promise in his tone made my knees weak.
I nodded.
"First lesson," he said, his voice a husky command. “Take off the rest of your clothes for me. Slowly."
My heart pounded. I'd been naked with him before, but this felt deliberate, exposed.
I stood again, my hands shaking as I reached for the zipper of my jeans. I pulled it down inch by inch, the fabric whispering against my skin. The denim pooled at my feet, leaving me in my bra and panties—simple cotton, nothing fancy. His gaze heated, devouring me.
"Beautiful," he breathed, stepping closer. His fingers hooked under my bra straps, easing them down my shoulders. "Now the bra. Let me see you."
I unclasped it, letting it fall away. My breasts felt heavy, nipples already pebbling in the cool air. Micah's eyes locked on them, and he cupped one gently, his thumb circling the peak. "Lesson two: touch. Watch how I do it, then try on me."
He leaned down, his mouth closing over my nipple, sucking softly at first, then harder, his tongue flicking in a rhythm that sent sparks straight to my core. I gasped, arching into him, my hands tangling in his hair.
The sensation was exquisite, a mix of pleasure and a faint ache that made me wetter. He switched to the other breast,lavishing it with the same attention, his free hand kneading the first.
When he pulled back, my breaths came in pants. "Your turn," he said, guiding my hands to his chest.
I explored tentatively, my palms flat against his warm skin, feeling the steady thrum of his heart. I traced his nipples, circling them as he'd done, then leaned in to taste. His skin was salty, masculine, and when I sucked gently, he hissed, his hand fisting in my hair. "Fuck, yes. Just like that."
Emboldened, I licked a path down his abs, my fingers fumbling with his belt. He helped me, shucking his jeans and boxers in one motion. His cock sprang free, thick and veined, the head glistening with pre-come. I'd seen it before, felt it inside me, but up close like this, here and now, it was intimidating—and arousing.
