I nod and he smirks in response before dipping his head back to my pussy. But his eyes never leave mine, like he’s making sure I stay relaxed enough that I don’t hold off my own orgasm.
To be honest, that’s what normally happens. I get so in my head about things that it’s hard for me to come. But instead of making me feel like it’s a problem, here he is, coaching me through it.
When he curls his fingers slightly and increases the pressure on my clit with his tongue, I focus on exhaling instead of holding my breath and tensing up.
That’s all it takes for the heat that’s built around his fingers to spread through my body like lightning, and this time when my back arches and my limbs go rigid, he moans against me.
I bite down on my lower lip to stifle the moan because otherwise I’m afraid it’ll come out as a yell, while the intense waves of pleasure ricochet around my body and my pussy grips his fingers with a rhythm I’ve never known.
When I finish, my body melting into a puddle of jelly, he smirks at me and says, “Good girl.”
I huff out a quiet laugh. “You worked hard for that one.”
“Didn’t feel like work at all.” He scoots up the bed until he’s propped on his elbow and hovering above me. “But I’m really going to makeyouwork for the next one.”
Chapter Six
AIDAN
She’s far too cute and mature to be as inexperienced as she seems. It makes me wonder if it’s actually inexperience, or just shitty sexual partners, that have left her feeling like I wouldn’t want this—wouldn’t wanther—as much as I obviously do.
The way her eyes widen when I tell her I’m going to make her work for the next one is a total turn-on, if I’m being honest. I definitely wasn’t getting innocent girl vibes from her at the bar, but here in bed she’s like a different person, less confident, but more willing to be bossed around. I’m not sure which version I like better.
“Thenextone?” Her voice is timid and she shakes her head slightly. “I can’t really do that... twice in a row.”
I press a kiss to the bridge of her nose, “We should probably test that theory just to make sure.”
“No really, I don’t want you to feel bad if I can’t come again. I never can.” She looks up at me with those big blue doe eyes, concern written all over her face.
“No pressure at all. I won’t feel bad if you don’t. And if you do, it’ll be a bonus.”
Her lips turn up slightly at the corners and I’m relieved to have taken away the pressure she might otherwise feel to “perform.” However, I’mdeterminedto be the one to show her that she can have multiple orgasms. Since I’ll never see her again, I want to be remembered as the first guy who ever made her come twice in a row.
“Okay,” she says, and then shocks me by reaching between us and gripping my shaft, sliding her tight fist along me and circling the head of my cock with her hand.
“Fuuuuuck,” I grit out the word, unprepared for how amazing this feels. It’s been way too long since I’ve been with anyone. It’s just been me and my hand for the last year—not for lack of opportunity—but if there’s one thing my stepdad taught me, it’s that you don’t shit where you eat.
Ember Cove is far too small of a town to sleep around casually. It’s a lesson that was hammered into me my first summer in the NHL when I came home for a visit, had sex with a girl I went to high school with, and then ran into her the next morning at the coffee shopandthe grocery store the following day. I quickly realized I didn’t need that level of awkwardness in my life, and I never made that mistake again.
“Hey.” The word is tinged with concern, and as my eyes snap back to the gorgeous girl beneath me, I realize her eyebrows are dipped in confusion. “You okay?”
“Never been better,” I say, leaning down to kiss her. But she stops me by moving her free hand to my chest and holding me in place as her eyes scan my face.
“You sure? Because you just looked like you were either completely lost in thought or having an out-of-body experience. And I’ve barely touched you so I don’t think it was the latter.”
“Sorry,” I chuckle and give her the smile that most women can’t resist. Somehow, I don’t think it quite works on her. “Got lost in my head thinking about how good that felt.”
“You sure you weren’t lost in your head picturing someone else?”
Ouch.The fact that that’s the first place her mind goes says all it needs to say about her past experiences.
I roll to the side so I’m laying next to her, and pull her with me onto her side so we’re face-to-face. I brush my fingers into the tendrils of her hair and push them back off her face, then rest my palm against her cheek.
“I absolutely wasnotpicturing someone else. It’s... just been a while since I’ve done this.”
“Had a one-night stand with a stranger in a hotel room?” Her voice is teasing, as is the way she drags her finger up my chest before curling her hand around the side of my neck.
“Had sex.” I don’t know why I’m even telling her this, except that I don’t want her to feel like she’s not good enough and I was picturing someone else instead. “So, your touch? It almost undid me.”
