Page 42 of Sex Coach

"I won't." Instead, he eased back and caught my hands, bringing them up to his chest. "Undress me. Now ."

As my hands fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, he adjusted his stance, his legs spread wide to bracket mine. The heat and strength of his thighs, the way he caged me in with his hands on either side of my shoulders brought a brief moment of panic. But before it could take root, I freed the last button on his shirt and he lowered his hands. "Take it off. Shirt and jacket ."

Dragging my eyes up, I met his, staring at him as I pushed the jacket off his shoulders, followed by his shirt. He caught them and tossed them over the small chair sitting in front of the secretary-style desk that sat by my front door .

"Unzip my pants ."

I gulped, but reached down .

"Are you too shy to look?" Jake asked, dipping his head to nuzzle my neck. "I can't do anything but look at you. You're so fucking sexy ."

"I..." I didn't know how to respond to that, and there was no reason to be shy. I'd been naked in front of him, underneath him, on top of him and had sat naked in front of a computer screen while he told me to do wicked, dirty things to myself .

Sucking in a breath and bracing myself, I looked down. His cock was a hard bulge against the snug-fitting front of his tuxedo pants. I don't know where I found the courage – maybe it wasn't even courage but sheer desire – but something drove me to reach out and mold my hand against him .

Jake made a noise I'd never heard before, and while need gripped and shook me, he covered my hand with his own, thrusting his cock into my grip .

"You feel how fucking hard I am?" he rasped as he reached up and hauled my head closer. He licked my lips then thrust his tongue between them. The inside of my mouth received the same treatment my lips had enjoyed, and I groaned, shuddering as he continued to rock against my hand the same way he would have if he'd been driving into my pussy .

The image had a wave of desire washing over me, and my knees went weak .

Jake seemed to understand, and he abruptly stopped, wrenching my hand away at the same time he stopped kissing me .

I whimpered, reaching for him .

"No." He touched my mouth. "This isn't how I want you to come ."

The blunt, bald statement left me panting. "Let me finish undressing you ."

But he didn't return to me, standing a few feet away as he unzipped his trousers and stripped them away. He paused only long enough to pull something from the pocket. I glanced away, feeling awkward without understanding why .

He dropped the condom on the floor by my feet, an action that made no sense until he went to his knees, his hands closing over the waistband of my leggings .

"I want my mouth on you," he said roughly. "I want to taste your pussy and feel you come against my mouth. Will you let me ?"

He nuzzled my belly as he dragged the material down one slow inch .

Heat suffused my face as he looked up at me .

"I...um ..."

"I'm clean. I get tested every month. But if you don't want me to ..."

"No. I...um. It's...it's okay." That awkwardness was back, but only because I was so unpracticed with this. Sexual warriors probably didn't feel so awkward talking about basic stuff .

I was no sexual warrior .

I was barely getting my training wheels off .

A slow smile, full of promise, curved Jake's mouth and he leaned in, dragging the leggings down another inch, then another. "You're so hot for me, I can smell it, Michelle." His lips grazed the smooth skin just above my pubis, and I shuddered .

Here, this close to the door, the light was dim, barely enough to gild his shoulders as he rubbed his lips back and forth over my skin, but I had no doubt he was still studying me. His lips slid over my skin and I sensed his pause, felt it when he discovered the difference .

But he said nothing, simply easing lower and closing his mouth over my clitoris .

I hadn't put on any panties after my bath, and now that he had the leggings down to my mid-thighs, there was nothing between him and me .

He pressed a line of kisses to my naval as he dragged the leggings down to my knees, leaving them tangled there. "Michelle ..."

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