His first tentative lick makes me shiver. I talk him through it. Where to focus, how much pressure to use.
“Flatten your tongue there… Now circle…yes, like that.”
He’s an attentive student, responding to every instruction, every gasp and moan. When he finds a rhythm, he stays with it, learning the language of my body with remarkable speed. I find myself gripping the sheets, head thrown back as he works me toward another climax.
“Put them Inside,” I manage to cough out, “your fingers, while you—”
I don’t need to finish; he understands, sliding two fingers into me as his tongue continues its steady rhythm against my clit. The dual sensation is overwhelming, building quickly toward release.
This time when I come, it’s with his name on my lips, my hands tangled in his hair, holding him against me as pleasure pulses through my body in waves. He stays with me through it, gentling his touch as I become too sensitive, pressing soft kisses to my inner thighs so I can catch my breath.
When he moves up my body, his expression is one of pure satisfaction. As if giving me pleasure has been its own reward. I yank him down for a deep kiss, tasting myself on his lips and him on mine, feeling the hard length of him pressing against my thigh.
“Did I do it right?” he asks earnestly.
I laugh, incredulous to the fact he doubts himself.
“Incredible,” I tell him honestly. “The best orgasm I’ve ever had. Seriously.”
He smiles, a hint of pride mixing with his desire. “I had a good teacher.”
I look down at his erection straining against his stomach. The man is well-endowed and my pussy clenches. It’s been a long time since I’ve had sex and I’ve never experienced anything this good.
“Do you want to be inside me?” I grip his length and begin to pump.
“I don’t have a condom,” he admits, flushing.
“I’m on birth control,” I tell him. “Obviously, I’m clean. And you’re…”
“A virgin,” he finishes. “Yes.”
I straddle him, positioning his cock at my entrance.
“Let me,” I whisper, sinking down slowly.
His face transforms into bliss as my pussy envelops him completely.
I set a gentle rhythm. His hands find my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples.
I lean down to kiss him, overwhelmed by how perfectly he fills me.
God, I needed this release.
“You feel incredible,” he gasps, eyes wide. “I can’t believe this is happening—”
This nerdy, handsome man worships my body in ways I’ve never known, and as he trembles beneath me, I realize one thing with startling clarity.
I’m either hopelessly dependent on Alek.
Or, I might be falling in love.
I probably need to figure it out before I break his heart.
eleven
One Week Later
Iwakebeforeshedoes and lie still, listening.
