Denny isn’t like that at all.
“Which is why I love you, D.” I rest my forehead on hers again, more weight lands between her thighs, and she moans as I rock myhips, giving her the friction she hasn’t asked for yet but needing to remind her I can make her feel good.
There’s no reason for her to want me.
I’m a player with a hockey obsession whose whole life revolves around his sport. Because of my gear, my SUV makes a wet dog smell great by comparison, our cupboards are full of protein powder, and there’s been a revolving door of women in and out of our apartment who have been mean to her.
I suck.
But she doesn’t.
She’s too good for me, so I need to show her that there are perks to keeping me around.
Letting my lips rest on hers, I rub my mouth back and forth until she whimpers. “Do it properly!”
Gently, I soothe my tongue over her Cupid’s bow. “I am doing it properly.”
“No, stick it in me.”
I snort. “Your way with words is why you’re failing philosophy.”
“Don’t remind me.” She pouts and Ihaveto experience it for myself.
I give her what she needs.
I sample her, softly at first. Not wanting to push her. I can tell she’s inexperienced with kissing, but she tastes likemineso I’m not going to complain about having to coach her in how to stroke my tongue or how to kiss me back.
The notion that I’ll get to tutor her in all things sex is enough to make my dick ache.
“Do you trust me?”
She stills. “Of course I do.”
“I’m going to make this good for you.”
“I-I didn’t think you wouldn’t.”
“You’re on birth control, right?”
I remember her complaining about it because she has heavy periods.
“Yeah, I am.”
“I’m clean.”
“That’s where the trust comes in, huh?”
I nod, feeling the flush surge over my cheeks. “I always use a rubber.”
“Do you perform oral?” she asks primly, like she’s the nurse at the local clinic.
“No.”
“No way!”
“They don’t come to me for orgasms.”
She whacks me on the shoulder. “Oh, my god! YOU JERK!”
