Page 34 of Sex Coach

With the way he watched me, I had no other choice but to respond. "Yes," I whispered .

His nostrils flared. "And how did you touch yourself ?"

"I touched me the way you had." My brain, my modesty, rational thought, all of it melted away bit by bit. Without even considering what I was doing, I reached up and cupped my breast through the robe .

"Were you wearing a robe ?"

"Yes."

His voice was raspy now. "Was it open or closed ?"

"O-open." Clearing my throat, I met his eyes. "Should I open this one ?"

"No. I like seeing your nipples peek at me through the black chiffon. It's hotter than hell." A harsh noise left him. "Pinch your nipples for me, Michelle. I want to see them get even harder ."

I did, and I could almost imagine it was him doing it .

Almost. And even though it was my hands on my body, it was still erotically charged, wickedly hot .

"I'm going to tell you what to do," he said, his voice still a gravelly, rough drawl. "And you're going to obey. And by the time I'm done, both of us are going to be ready to come, and we'll watch each other as we do it. How does that sound ?"

Hot.

But I just nodded .

"Take a sip of your wine, but don't swallow it ."

"That's–"

"Do it, Michelle," he said softly .

So I did. I hadn't even had the wine in my mouth a second before the next command came. "You can swallow soon, but before you do, I want you to put your finger in your mouth so some of the wine is on your fingertip. Then you're going to rub your nipple with it ."

My eyes flew open, and I stared at him .

"Do it ."

I had a feeling I'd hear that command a lot .

I obeyed, closing my eyes. The sheer eroticism of it was startling, and when he told me to do the same for the other side, I did it without question .

"Can you imagine me licking it off your nipples now? Nod your head if you can ."

I couldn't just imagine it. I was ready to beg to make it happen. But I didn't tell him that. I just nodded, and when he told me to go ahead and open my robe, I followed the order without comment. "Cup your breasts for me. Show me how you like to be touched ."

His voice, raw and rough, was a guide for the next few moments, suggesting, asking, observing .

I went from tugging on my nipples to sliding a hand down between my thighs to tease the heat there, but once I'd done that, he wasn't content for me to be a silent participant anymore .

"I can't see you now, so you'll have to help me out. My imagination isn't as good as yours," he said, voice teasing. "How do you feel ?"

I lifted my lashes a fraction .

He seemed to be waiting for it, and that beautiful mouth quirked in a smile. "Tell me what you feel like. I want to know how your cunt feels when you touch it ."

The word on his lips was shocking .

"Cunt," he said again. "It's such a filthy word, isn't it? It's short for cunnilingus. My mouth on your cunt. Would you like that ?"

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