She giggled when she saw me snuggled under the duvet. I pulled back the corner, spreading my thighs and pointing at the space in front of me.
“That won’t be comfy at all,” she huffed, moving to sit at the other end of the sofa from me. I grabbed her waist, twisting her as I pulled her to sit where I wanted her, making her let out a cry.
“This will be perfect.” I wiggled us until we were settled and then I reached over for the wine, handing her one. “Cheers.” We clinked our glasses together, and both took a sip.
“Are we doing this now?” Helen asked as she placed her drink on the table.
“Doing what?”
“Touching, sitting under duvets together, making out.”
“Well, we’re touching and sitting, but I’m sad about the lack of making out happening right now.”
She moved to look up at me, her arse cheeks brushing against my cock, making it instantly pay attention. “I’m being serious. What are we doing?”
I couldn’t help dragging my thumb over her lips, loving that I knew how perfect they felt against mine. “Have you been overthinking again?”
She offered me a tiny nod. “Maybe. I shouldn’t be left alone.” She looked up at me through her long, thick lashes, batting them suggestively.
Oh, is Ms Fischer flirting with me?
“That can be arranged, beautiful. But, to answer your question about what we’re doing here. We’re getting to know each other.” An expression flashed over her face that I couldn't read. “Helen?” I questioned, dropping my hand from her face so she could tell me what was wrong.
“I just don’t think I even know myself.” She turned, but before she could try to move away from me, I wrapped my arm around her waist.
“Are we talking about the lack of orgasms here?”
Her body tensed. “I tried,” she whispered. “It hurt.”
“Look at me, beautiful.” She twisted her head again, and I hated how sad she looked. “I won’t let anyone or anything hurt you again. Not ever.”
And I meant every word.
Helen
I was overthinking everything. I had been since we started driving home from our perfect day at the beach. And while I’d meant what I’d said to Jax—I wanted this… whatever this was—I wasn’t sure that what I wanted and what he wanted would be the same. I mean, I didn’t even know how to touch myself. I couldn’t use a vibrator. I couldn’t—
“Come on, let’s watch a movie.” Jax moved us so we were lying down, with him spooning behind me.
He put something on, but I wasn’t paying attention, struggling to stop my thoughts from pulling me from what should have been a magical moment.
“I need to get up. I’m too hot. I think I should go to bed,” I said eventually when I couldn't silence them.
Jax shifted behind me before pushing my hair from my shoulder, exposing my neck. “You need to learn to relax, beautiful. When was the last time you switched off that brain of yours and just stopped?”
I didn’t reply because I couldn’t remember if I’d ever stopped. I was alwayson.Mum, wife, at work—someone always needed something from me and I liked to be ready for it.
Jax’s tongue licked up the side of my neck. “How about I help you…” He swapped his tongue for his lips, kissing and nibbling the same path.
“Help me what?” I groaned as the sensations stole those self-deprecating thoughts that were ruining my time with him.
“Relax, let go, get out of your head. All the time you’re overthinking, you’re missing out on the good stuff.”
I hummed as he continued his assault on my sensitive skin. “I don’t think I’m ready to have sex, Jax. It feels too soon. I need to take my time. This is a lot.”
He lifted his lips, and I wanted to demand he didn’t stop, which seemed the opposite of my request to take it slow.
“That’s not what I had in mind. How about I give you another lesson? Lesson one was an introduction to sex toys. Lesson two can be how to make yourself come.” He said it so casually, but his words set my body alight.
