Page 26 of Practice Makes Perfect

Cater kisses my belly lightly before hooking his thumbs into the straps of my thong and tugging. Lifting my hips to help him, I smile excitedly as he tosses them over his shoulder. Whatever caused this newfound confidence, I like the look of it. Or maybe I just like the look of him. Either way, I’m happy to see him realizing what an amazing person he is. My thoughts about him are disrupted slightly as he starts to skim his hands over the tops of my thighs, dipping his fingers around to cup my ass a little before he spreads my legs out and settles his shoulders between them.

He licks his lips, but hesitates. Glancing up at me, he looks sheepish for the first time all night. “I’m not sure exactly what I’m doing, but I’m going to do my best.”

“Have at it.” I wave a hand at my now bare pussy. “We here at The Billie Kochev Institute of Sexual Education are all about giving you as many opportunities as you need to learn your craft.”

Carter laughs, the air whooshing from his lungs and over my clit causing it to pulse. “Good to know.”

After that, any laughter between us dies as he slowly drags his tongue from my hole up to my small bundle of nerves, giving it extra special attention. For someone who has little experience, he’s a natural at eating me out, doing more of something when I moan with pleasure or less of something when I give a less than stellar response. He’s so attentive that that alone has me getting closer to climaxing, only I want to do it with him inside me.

Reaching over to his nightstand, I dip a hand inside and grab one of the few boxes of condoms I purchased yesterday. Cupping his cheek, I pull his gaze up to mine as he’s mid lick, loving the feel of his skin against my hand. “Want you inside me now.”

He nods shakily, but after tossing the box of condoms to him, his expression goes from hesitation to confusion. “I know for a fact I didn’t have these in my nightstand.” Still, he grabs a condom, tears the foil and slides one on expertly.

“I wanted to be prepared, so I bought some and put them in every room in the apartment. I had no idea where we would end up having sex, so I wanted to be ready for any eventuality.”

Carter smiles wickedly as he lines himself up to my center. “You know what that means,” he says, sliding in an inch. “We have to do it wherever we find a box.”

Nodding as he glides in further, the stretch feeling so good that I groan audibly, I grab his neck and bring his forehead down to mine. “Sounds like a plan.”

Carter pushes the rest of the way in, grunting when he finally bottoms out. “You feel so good,” he breathes out. Slowly, he drags his cock back out, inch by glorious inch, before slamming it back in again. I lean up and kiss him, loving the taste of cinnamon that always seems to be there, like it’s inherent to him. Carter’s tongue drives into my mouth as his cock drives into my body. He started slow, but some of the desperation from earlier is back and he’s pounding away at me like a man possessed. It feels amazing, and I never want him to stop.

“So good,” I agree, my hips meeting him thrust for thrust. My hands rake down his back so that I can cup his ass, helping him push into me even harder than before. I can feel my muscles start to tighten, the telltale sign that my release is near. As if he can sense it, he grabs one of my legs, throwing it over his shoulder so that he can get even deeper without me having to say a thing. After two more pumps of his hips, every muscle in my body coils tightly before springing loose in the most wonderful feeling of ecstasy. Lightning strikes appear behind my eyelids and I shout his name, but he doesn’t stop. Carter keeps going until he’s wrung at least two more orgasms from me, finally going over the precipice himself and spilling into the condom as he kisses me on the lips.

After what could be seconds or hours, my mind finally comes back online in time to see Carter tying off the condom and tossing it in the wastebasket near the bed. He rolls over and pulls my back against his chest, draping his arm over me and humming contentedly. “Will you stay with me?”

My throat is thick with unspoken needs, like the need for him to mean more than just tonight. “Uh huh,” I manage to get out. Settling into the cradle of his arms, I try to relax and enjoy the moment, not knowing whether or not I will get many more like it again.

Chapter Nineteen

Carter

Early morning light peeking through the blinds of my bedroom window and the sound of increased traffic noise outside stir me from the deepest, most peaceful sleep I have ever had. Shifting slightly, I momentarily startle and panic when I hear a grumble of discontent come from just below my head, only to remember that Billie is in bed with me and what we shared last night wasn’t a dream. My eyes peek open and as I spy the mass of tangled brown waves cascading over her face and onto my chest, I smile to myself, not quite believing my good luck at having such an amazing woman clinging to me. Gingerly, I lift my hand and move the hair off her face. The action causes her to stir a bit, and my smile pulls wider when I see the look of serenity on her face as she burrows closer to me and settles back into sleep.

For long moments, I watch her in slumber. Over her nose, there are a few faint freckles that you wouldn’t be able to see unless you were this close to her, and I thank my lucky stars that I am and have the opportunity to catalog her features. The apples of her cheeks are a natural, rosy pink and her upper lip is shaped in the most perfect Cupid’s bow I have ever seen. My eyes move upward and see a few tiny wisps of hair at the top of her hairline, and something about the thin, barely-there strands reminds me that even though this woman is strong, smart, and sexy, she is also sweet and can make herself vulnerable just as she did last night. Billie’s confidence in the bedroom could make someone think she wasn’t vulnerable at all, but there were moments when we were together last night, like when she would say ‘please’ or look into my eyes as I entered her when I could see that her walls were down. It made the whole experience that much better, and I can’t wait to repeat it.

My fingers twitch with the need to touch her, so I do. Lightly, I brush my fingers over the smooth skin of her arms, relishing the sight of the goosebumps that break out over her skin. When my eyes flick back up to her face, I watch her long, dark lashes flutter for a few seconds before her eyes blink open and stare up into mine. Her mouth turns up at the corners as she wakes a little more. “Good morning,” she says, her voice rough with sleep.

There are so many words on the tip of my tongue, words about how I have fallen in love with her, how I wished for someone special a long time ago and that I now know that it’s her, but I’m not quite ready to put a voice to them just as I’m sure she’s not ready to hear them yet. Billie’s confidence extends to a lot of things, but I get the feeling she may not be completely aware of just how deserving she is of love. Instead of telling her everything that is written on my heart, I say words that are true in this moment. “I need you, Elskling.”

Billie’s eyes widen and sparkle for a moment, emotions passing over her face I can’t quite decipher but wish to God I could because I want to know everything that goes on in this woman’s mind and every wish that she holds in her heart. She continues to stare at me a moment before her expression shifts to one that’s more mischievous than awestruck. “Do you now?” she asks, her palm sliding down my torso until she’s gripping the hard wood of my erection that’s been there since the moment I woke up and felt her in my arms and starts to pump her fist.

My hips buck into her hand as I reach up and cup her face. Gazing into her cocoa eyes, I make my tone as serious as possible so she can hear the truth in my words. “Always.”

Before she can say anything to dispute me, I lean down and seal my lips over hers. Billie’s hand stutters for a moment as she gets lost in our kiss and I couldn’t care less. When I said I needed her, I meant it to be about more than sex. Sex with her is amazing and something I know will only get better and more amazing as time passes, but I also need her in my life in other ways. Her smile brightens my day no matter how long or hard it has been and her presence eases the ache of my loneliness, not just because she is another person in the room, but because she is the best possible person that could ever be in the room with me. Her care and attention make the grief I still sometimes carry with me that much lighter because she makes everything lighter. Every burden is lessened because of who she is and I need her in my life more than I need anything else in this world.

The realization of that has my lips faltering slightly as we kiss, and Billie takes the short break as an opportunity to move things along. Pushing the sheets back, she swings one leg over me until she’s straddling my torso and running my dick through her wet folds. With a loud groan, I grip onto her hips and push my growing feelings beneath the surface, focusing instead on making this experience as good for her as I possibly can. Just her moving on top of me like this already has my mind blowing wide with new sensations, but she might need more than that. When I look up at her face as it hovers above mine, the sultry expression she wears makes me wonder if my previous thought was actually correct. Each time she grinds down on me, I see her pupils dilate that much wider and her breath is coming in short and fast. “I’m getting close already,” she breathes out.

Her hand reaches between us and she moves me until my tip is hitting her clit in a way that makes her face light up and a low moan skate across her lips. “Hell, yes,” I mutter. “Use me to get yourself off.” It’s hotter than anything I have ever seen or experienced, and if she wants to use me as her own personal sex toy, I am all for that.

Billie doesn’t say anything but nods, her movements picking up speed until finally she opens her mouth in a silent scream, her eyes boring into mine as she comes, looking like a goddess that I don’t deserve but will do everything in my power to keep. As she comes down, she lightly brushes her lips against mine and shifts over me, but I still her with my hands that are still on her hips and start her moving again. As she slides, the tip of my dick accidently slips into her and even though it feels amazing, I pull back and start to reach over to the nightstand for protection. “Wait,” she commands, her hand on my arm. When I look back at her, she bites her lower lip in thought before leaning down to whisper in my ear. “I’m clean and on the pill. We can ditch the condoms if you want.”

Drawing my hand back and placing it on her lower back, I stare into her face and try to read her expression. It’s nearly inscrutable, but I definitely don’t see any doubt. “I’m good with that.” More than good. “But are you sure? I’m clean too,” I mention for good measure. With as little experience as I have it would be a wonder if I weren’t, but just because I haven’t been with a lot of people doesn’t mean I’m not still overly cautious Carter.

Billie smiles and nods before slipping up my still hard dick and impaling herself on it in one swift move. The first feel of her warm center against my sensitive skin could be described as silk if the light, slick material had an iron grip, one that has me needing to do a mental inventory of my workshop to prevent myself from going off immediately. When she starts to move, the need to come increases and my eyes nearly roll back in my head from all the pleasure I’m experiencing. “God, this feels…” I don’t have words for how it feels because my mind is scrambled from all the amazing sensations rolling through my body.

Billie leans down and rests her forehead against mine as she continues to swivel her hips. “It does,” she agrees. Her lips brush against mine as she reaches back and starts to play with my heavy sac. The addition of her hand on me has the tension in my body rising and I can’t stop myself from thrusting up into her. The move makes her whimper against my mouth. “Yes, more of that, please.”

My hands smooth up her back and around to her breasts where I tease at her nipples with my fingers, thrusting in to her again and again until we’re both covered in a sheen of sweat from the exertion. The muscles of my body start to tighten in preparation for my orgasm, “Close,” I mutter. In an effort to get her off first, I lean up and pull one breast into my mouth while I pinch her other nipple, my free hand sliding between us to thumb at her clit. It doesn’t take more than a few flicks before she shatters. The sight of her getting off paired with a satisfied moan leaving her lips has me tipping over the edge and coming with her, spilling into her with a grunt as she continues to bounce up and down on my dick until she’s milked me dry.

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