“As great as I can be in bed, we both know sexual prowess isn’t why they’re with me,” I quip.
“Yeah, but you already told me you’ll make me feel good. And Idotrust you. I want it, Zach. I want you to teach me how it should be.”
Though relief has me sagging onto her, it’s the honor she’s gifting me that does it.
“I won’t let you down, gorgeous.”
Her hand strokes over my head. “You can’t let me down. Neither of us figured we’d end the night like this. So?—”
“I won’t. I’ll make you understand and then, whenever you need another lesson, I’ll be here. And whenever you need my dick, I’ll be waiting to give it to you. You just have to tell me what you want.” As her cheeks turn bright pink in the low illumination from the streetlights, I promise, “You’ll only ever know pleasure with me.”
Thanking her by thrusting my tongue into her mouth, I aim for gentle, but there’s no denying I’ve gone from zero to hero.
She doesn’t seem to mind though—her hands claw at my hair and she’s writhing beneath me, which isn’t helping my predicament any, but now that I have a plan, I’m feeling more in control.
I pull back to tug on her jersey, then pause because she’s wearing my name. Why the fuck would I want to strip her out of it?
Instead, I wrestle it up higher until I find the front clasp of her bra. Releasing it, I watch her tits spill free and groan.
“You weren’t wearing a brathatnight.” Yes,that. There’s only one night that counts.
I’m also aware it’s an accusation.
“No. You’d... I mean,onewould have seen the straps.”
"Oh,onewould, huh?"
She slaps my shoulder.
“You don’t wear a bra only if you’re with me next time.”
Something sparks in her eyes. “You don’t own me.”
“You sure about that? Don’t you think you’ll own me after tonight?” I swallow her gasp, even as my hands are cupping the swells of her breasts, teasing her nipples with my thumbs as I devour her mouth again.
She whimpers and whines, the noises working on me better than a BlueChew.
With a hiss, I retreat again, because the state she has me in is urgent.
“Wait!”
I pause. “What is it?”
“Pecan—where is he again?”
“Hailey’s. They were going to a party together and he said he was ending up there.”
“Thank God! Okay, carry on.”
Chuckling as I kneel between her legs, I move to her jeans and lower the zipper at her crotch. She just watches me, cheeks flushed with discomfort as I reveal her to me.
My lips kick up into a grin when I see herLilo and Stitchpanties and I tug on the front. “Sexy.”
“Like you don’t haveSimpsonssocks.”
My grin deepens before I drag her jeans and panties onto the floor after I nudge off her sneakers.
When she’s bare from the tits down, hunger has me groaning.
