Page 19 of The Bachelor

Avery didn’t even know what the hell was happening to her. She had certainly had her fair share of orgasms, even on occasion at Ben’s hand, but nothing ever had come anywhere close to what she was feeling right now. It was like she had never even known her body until now. Until Shane’s tongue laved over her most intimate crevices and made everything inside her clench in the most intense pleasure she had ever experienced.

Maybe it was because she didn’t know him. Maybe it was because he seemed to be working his tongue like it was his job. Or maybe it was because he wasn’t a selfish mini-man who couldn’t be bothered to spend time on her. She should say something but she was too busy moaning. Any second now she needed to open her mouth and tell him that she was actually a virgin so he wasn’t caught off guard. It was only fair to warn him. Smart, too, because she didn’t need him coming in hot without understanding the situation. She needed him to take it slow.

But she couldn’t seem to think or speak. Shane didn’t speak either. He also didn’t stop. It was just an unrelenting assault of one glorious sensation after another, and while she realized at one point her legs were sprawled wide, her dress almost up to her belly button, and her hands buried in his hair, she did not care. Not one single little tiny bit.

When her orgasm crashed over her, it was overwhelming in its intensity. It was a giant crescendo that had her yanking at his hair and crying out, what she wasn’t sure. She might have said his name, but then again, she wasn’t even sure what her own name was right at the moment. She hadn’t known that something so powerful could happen, or that she could lose all sense of time, of space, of anything other than that tight, hot rush of pleasure.

“Holy happiness,” she managed finally, falling back onto the mattress, all her muscles tense. “That was…”

“Good?” he asked, his voice husky.

Avery looked down at him, still nestled between her thighs. He looked darkly satisfied that he had given her pleasure. His eyes were languorous, the corner of his mouth turned up in a smile. Maybe she should feel some level of shock to see a man she barely knew making friends with her hoohah, but she felt nothing but a deep-seated liquid satisfaction, and no small measure of awe. That had been some serious effort on his part.

She nodded eagerly. “Very good. Thank you.”

He laughed softly. “No thanks necessary. It really was my pleasure.”

Shane rose up and undid the button of his jeans, took his zipper down.

Right. There was more to this. She could still back out now. Last chance. But that was the absolute last thing in the universe that she wanted to do. She was curious to see what else he could do to her. Act one had been something to really write home about, so the second act shouldn’t disappoint. She was a little nervous about her lack of experience, and if she would know naturally what to do, or if she’d just be a real dud. But if she were, at least she’d never have to see him again. It was a small comfort.

“You look like you have a million thoughts running through your head,” he said, skimming his jeans down quickly.

Shane had on black boxer briefs and she could see the thick bulge of his erection. Only wonderful things could come from that, she was sure of it. “I don’t know,” she said, which was a lie. She did have a million thoughts. All of them scattered and wild and racing. “What about you? What are you thinking?”

That was a stupid question. She didn’t really want to know what he was thinking.

“All I’m thinking is how damn sexy you are. That’s it. Nothing else.”

She could live with that. She moistened her dry lips and watched him step out of his jeans. He took his phone out of the pocket, put it on the nightstand, and did the same with his wallet, opening it to remove a condom. Then he tossed his jeans onto the floor and shucked off his briefs.

Avery stared, taking him all in. Because really, why not? She was curious, he was naked, and he had a beautiful body. Lean, muscular, firm. His cock was thick, bouncing a little as he climbed back onto the bed. There was nothing she could complain about in the picture he presented.

Avery had been waiting for the charming flirt to show up in her personality since she’d been about twelve, and frankly, she didn’t exist. It just wasn’t in her nature to be coy, or to titter, or play games with men. She just said whatever she was thinking, and flaw or not, it was her, and she wasn’t going to change anytime soon. So in keeping with a lifelong tradition of just blurting out her thoughts, she told Shane, “I can’t wait to feel you inside me.”

It was the honest truth.

He paused and gave her a fierce, hot look. “Damn, girl, you know how to make a man hard.”

That was news to her. Good news. It gave her the confidence to splay her hand across his chest, before wandering down to explore his cock. It felt hot under her touch, thick, pulsing. It was hard. Very hard. She shifted restlessly on the bed, nipples hardening. Instinct had her guiding him to her but Shane stopped her, his hand firm on hers.

“Whoa. Condom on first.”

She got flustered. She hadn’t been meaning to actually guide him inside her, she had just wanted to press him against her. Her hand dropped back down onto the mattress. But he was right, of course. “Sorry, I wasn’t trying… I mean, I don’t know.” What she really meant was she had no freaking clue what she was doing. Now was her chance to tell him the full truth.

But then he reached down and gripped the bottom of her dress and pulled it up off over her head so that she was almost entirely naked. Before she could blink he had her bra on the floor as well and she was completely bare to his gaze. He had lost the smile and was studying her with flared nostrils, his cock jumping a little as he rolled the condom on.

“I didn’t mean you should stop touching me,” he said.

But before she could respond or take any action, he covered her breast with his mouth, pulling her nipple into his mouth. The tight tug deep inside her had her forgetting whatever she had been thinking. She had thought the orgasm had been enough, but his attention brought a hot new tug of desire forth. Trying to stay focused, she concentrated on the top of his head.

“I should tell you, I don’t have a lot of experience,” she managed.

“It doesn’t matter. But if I do something you don’t want to do, just tell me.”

He moved to her other nipple and teased at the taut peak with his tongue. She gave a soft gasp and closed her eyes. She didn’t want to think. Or talk. She just wanted to feel. To lose herself in the moment. Not question it or apologize or worry. So when he rose above her and kissed her deeply, she opened eagerly for him, kissing him back with every ounce of pent-up sexual frustration she had felt for the last few years.

After several hot and damp minutes, where his hands roamed over her and his fingers coaxed her apart, Shane moved between her thighs and nudged against her slit. She wanted him quite possibly more than she had ever wanted anything. She had moved past being satisfied with touching and kissing. She wanted to feel the full length of him inside her, answering that question she had been asking for years.

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