“I can’t do that with you.”
His lips connected with my neck again, as if he knew I couldn’t think straight when he did it. “The plan is for us to do a lot more, beautiful,” he mumbled against my skin. “Not tonight, but soon, but I want you to understand your own body. I want you to know how to find pleasure and release.”
“I don’t know where to start.”
“Start by saying yes to lesson two.”
I snuggled back against him, feeling the undeniable outline of his hard cock pressing against my arse, while he dragged his mouth and his beard against my neck. I felt safe with Jax, and whether I was making this all up in my head, he made me feel sexy, beautiful, revered.
“Yes.”
“Good girl.”
My eyes fluttered closed, not understanding why those two words had such an effect on me.
“Unbutton your top.”
We were buried under the covers, so I didn’t mind doing it, but I noticed how much my fingers trembled as I fumbled with each one.
“Take it off and your bra, if you’re wearing one.”
“Jax.”
“I can’t see anything, but trust me and take them off.”
I leaned forward, removing them both, my stomach churning with nerves because I was semi-naked with a hot man almost two decades younger than me and I had no idea what was coming next.
Chapter 13
Jax
I pulled my t-shirt off, desperate to feel Helen’s skin against mine. My cock ached, begging for some attention, but this wasn’t about me; this was about giving Helen more confidence and showing her just how good she could make herself feel.
“Just relax. I’ve got you, beautiful.”
She let out a contented hum as she settled back against me. I lifted her fingers to my mouth. “First rule is to make sure you’re wet. It’s probably why it hurt when you tried before.” I took two of her fingers to my open lips and sucked until they were covered. “There are different places to touch yourself. Your clit, your G-spot, which is inside of you. Some people love toys, others just like fingers and cocks.”
“Uh-huh,” she whispered.
“And touching other places on your body can make your orgasms more intense. Why don’t you use your other hand to touch your breasts? Try pinching your nipple.” I pressed my mouth to her neck, loving the noise she made whenever I’d done it tonight.
“I feel silly,” she admitted. “I really have no clue. Can you help me?”
I buried my face in her neck, calming the urge to flip her on her back and show her just how good I could make her feel. Instead, I covered her left hand in mine and brought it to her breast.
“Fuck,” I cursed as I felt the weight in my palm. My cock throbbed so hard it physically hurt, and I knew it would get worse as I watched her fall apart for the first time, but her pleasure was worth my discomfort. “How does that feel?”
“Okay.”
“Play with your nipple. Twist it, tug on it a little.”
“Oh,” she whimpered as she followed my instructions.
As she focused on her breast, I guided her other hand to her bottoms, pushing beneath the waistband, having to bite down on my bottom lip when I realised she wasn’t wearing underwear and my fingers brushed against her curls.
Helen sucked in a breath, her arse pressing harder against my erection as her back arched. I pressed her two fingers between her folds, easing them down to her entrance before dragging them up to her clit.
“Can you feel that?” Sweat covered my body as I battled to stay in control.
