“How to make love to a woman.” His eyes were steady on mine, completely serious. “I think that should be your final lesson for me.”
The last month had been full of yearning. And my vibrator had been getting a serious workout. But it couldn’t compare to the feel of the real man.
And this is when he breaks my heart.
Every sensible part of me knew it was a terrible idea, but I took his hand and led him to my bedroom anyway.
We both stripped off our clothes slowly, and the moment felt wondrous, seeing him bare before me again.
He picked me up as if I weighed nothing and laid me gently in the center of the bed, then spread my thighs with careful hands and looked up at me from between them.
“I didn’t get enough time doing this last time,” he rumbled as he dipped his mouth between my legs.
This was no rodeo ride.
Amos was soft and exploratory, his tongue tracing through my folds with long, deliberate strokes, learning me the way you learn something you intend to keep.
He found the places that made me gasp and stayed there, unhurried, his big hands resting on the inside of my thighs, holding me open and grounded at the same time.
As he lapped me up, I felt worshipped. Like every inch of me was something he’d been waiting to get his mouth on.
And he was in absolutely no rush to finish.
He worked me slowly toward the edge, reading every sound I made, adjusting with a patience that made me feel like I was the only thing in the world that mattered to him right now.
“Oh, Amos. I don’t think I need to teach you a thing.”
He already knew how to make love to a woman… how to make love tome.
When I finally came my peak rolled through me in long, deep waves, my fingers twisted into his dark hair, his name breaking apart in my throat.
He kissed his way back up and settled over me, his weight warm and solid as his thick cock pulsed against my entrance.
Then something serious landed on his face. “I didn’t bring a condom.”
That knowledge flitted around my chest. “Don’t you keep them on you at all times?”
“I didn’t think we were going to… they’re down in my truck.”
Which was parked four blocks away.
“Do you regularly…”
He knew what I was asking. “No. I never have before. But with you… I would.”
I was no innocent virgin.
And I knew what he was saying.
His lips curled up at the edges. “If I were ever going to make an accidental baby with anyone, I’d want it to be with you, Shelly Bear. But I can also just jog down to my truck.”
The idea of it gripped me.
Amoswas the reason I hadn’t wanted to date Hunter.
And he was the reason I’d broken up with Tucker.
In this magical moment, with the whole night spread before us, and his cock saying hello to me, it felt like a perfect idea.
