I shook my head. “No. I’ve never had it like this.”
His grin was shit-eating cocky at its best. “Does this mean I’m the best you’ve ever had?”
I laughed, because he was, and I had a feeling he was going to keep getting better. “I suppose. Maybe with more practice.”
“More practice, eh? Can we have pizza first? I’m starving.”
We ate on the sofa where he’d lost his virginity, blankets over us because we were naked, and some crappy thing on Netflix that we weren’t really watching. Instead, he was feeding me pizza, which led to him finding the chocolate sauce in the cupboard and wanting to experiment as to whether it tasted any different if he licked it off my boobs, which led to shower sex and finally to my bed.
“I think you’ve broken me.” He collapsed to the side, his leg resting over mine, the sheets rumpled and everywhere, his lips pressing against my neck.
I ran my hands over his back, knowing I really needed to go to the bathroom to clean up. “I think you broke me the last time. I won’t be walking tomorrow.”
I felt him stiffen on the word tomorrow.
“I still think I need more practice. I might still have nerves. Wouldn’t want to embarrass myself.”
I dug at his arm. Hard. I didn’t like the idea of him doing to another woman what he’d just done to me. I didn’t want someone else to see the gentlemanly, kind, clever side that was completely balanced with a man who could fuck like a hero in a romance novel.
He laughed, mock biting my shoulder. “What was that for.”
“You need lots of practice. Maybe you need to attend Kitty’s sex school for a while. Until you graduate.”
“Who says when I can graduate?”
“Kitty. That’s me.”
He lay on his back, then pulled me onto him. I knew I was making him messy – he was going to have the wet spot on him, but I didn’t think he’d care.
“I’m not going to start going out shagging every girl who throws herself at me, Kit. I’m not even going to be looking at them, not when you’re around. I’ll be your student until you get bored of me.” He kissed my shoulder.
I think he’d kissed every part of my body by now.
“But I’m not sure on one thing.”
I eyed him. “What do you mean?”
“I think our student/teacher relationship might’ve been a little flipped at some points tonight.”
I laughed, trying to smack him, only he was too quick and grabbed my wrist. “You’re just serving my fantasies. Remember that.”
“Have you got a lot of these fantasies?”
“Loads. Tons.”
“Want to tell me about them?”
Was he really starting to get hard again? Was the man real? I supposed he had just discovered sex after twenty-three years.
“Well, I have this one where you go into the kitchen - ”
“Am I naked?”
“Of course. And you do that thing.”
“What thing?”
“The one where you put the kettle on and make me a cup of tea.” I sat up, laughing at his face as he creased with a smile he was trying to hide.
