"Lesson three," he said, his voice strained. "Touch me. Learn what I like."
He wrapped my hand around his shaft, showing me how to stroke—firm grip, slow at first, twisting slightly at the top. I followed, watching his face contort with pleasure, his hips bucking into my fist. "Squeeze a little harder ... yeah, baby. Now faster."
The power of it thrilled me—making this strong man tremble. A bead of moisture leaked from the tip, and on impulse, I leaned down, licking it tentatively. Salty, musky. His groan was guttural. "Joy ... you don't have to?—"
"I want to learn," I said, meeting his eyes. “I’m not sure I did a very good job last time. Teach me how to ... take you in my mouth."
He swallowed hard, nodding. "Start slow. Lick the head, then take me in as far as you can. Use your hand for the rest. No teeth."
I obeyed, swirling my tongue around the crown, savoring the taste. Then I parted my lips, sliding him in, inch by inch. He filled my mouth, hot and heavy, and I bobbed shallowly at first, getting used to the sensation. His hand guided my head gently, not pushing, just encouraging. "Breathe through your nose. Relax your throat."
I did, taking him deeper, the stretch making my jaw ache but also igniting a fire between my legs. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking as I pulled back, and his curses filled the room. "So good ... you're a natural."
After a few minutes, he pulled me off with a pop, his chest heaving. "Enough. I don't want to come yet. Your turn to learn receiving."
He laid me back on the bed, peeling off my panties. I was soaked, my folds slick and swollen. He spread my thighs wide, settling between them. "Lesson four: oral. Watch and feel."
His breath ghosted over my core, making me shiver. Then his tongue flicked out, tracing my slit from bottom to top, ending with a swirl around my clit. I cried out, hips lifting. He pinned them down with one arm, his other hand parting me further. "Stay still, baby. Let me teach you."
He licked slowly, deliberately, exploring every fold. When he sucked my clit gently, stars burst behind my eyes. "Micah ... oh, God."
"Tell me what feels good," he murmured, sliding a finger inside me, curling it to hit that spot.
"That ... right there." I was panting, my hands clutching the sheets. He added a second finger, pumping in time with his tongue, building a rhythm that had me teetering on the edge.
He pulled back just enough to speak. "Come for me, Joy. Let go."
The orgasm crashed over me, waves of pleasure rippling through my body. I shuddered, crying his name, my inner walls clenching around his fingers.
When I floated down, he kissed his way up my body, settling beside me. "Good girl. Now, lesson five: positions. We'll start simple."
He rolled onto his back, pulling me astride him. "Ride me. Take control."
I positioned myself, his cock nudging my entrance. Sinking down slowly, I gasped at the fullness—deeper in this angle. He gripped my hips, guiding me. "Rock your hips. Find your rhythm."
I experimented, circling, then bouncing shallowly. The friction on my clit was intense, and soon I was grinding harder, chasing another peak. His hands roamed, pinching my nipples, spanking my ass lightly. "Faster, baby. Use me."
I did, my breasts bouncing, sweat slicking our skin. He thrust up to meet me, hitting new depths. "I'm close," I whimpered.
"Come with me," he growled, his thumb finding my clit.
We shattered together, my cries mingling with his groans.
The first pulse of his release hit deep inside me, hot and sudden, flooding me in a way that stole what little breath I had left. I felt every throb of his cock as he came, thick spurts coating my walls, pushing farther than I thought possible, marking me from the inside out.
It was overwhelming—intimate in a way nothing else had ever been. His seed filled me completely, warm and slick, spilling so deep that I could feel the liquid heat of it settling low in my belly, claiming every hidden part of me.
I clenched around him involuntarily, milking him, drawing out every last drop as if my body already knew it belonged to him. The sensation was raw, primal; his come mixing with myown wetness, making us impossibly slippery where we were still joined.
A soft, helpless sound escaped my lips at the feel of it—so much, too much, yet exactly what I’d craved without knowing how to ask.
Micah’s arms tightened around me, his chest heaving beneath mine as the final shudders left his body. He stayed buried to the hilt, unwilling—or unable—to pull out yet, as if he needed me to hold everything he’d just given me. I could feel the warmth of him leaking slowly around his thickness, a gentle trickle down my thighs that made me shiver with aftershocks.
No one had ever come inside me before him, obviously. No one had ever come inside me at all. And now, more than once, he’d poured himself into me without barrier, without hesitation. The reality of it made my heart stutter—that he trusted me with this, that he wanted to leave part of himself deep where only he had ever been.
I pressed my face into the crook of his neck, breathing him in, my body trembling with the weight of what we’d just shared. His hand stroked down my spine, slow and possessive, keeping me impaled on him as the last pulses faded.
I collapsed onto his chest, spent but not done.
