Page 43 of Sex Coach

His voice was a ragged noise, one that had my heart hitching up at the sound. His head dipped in lower as he smoothed his palms back up, hands going to knead my buttocks .

And his mouth closed around my clitoris .

I couldn't breathe .

He scraped the hard bud with his teeth, his tongue stabbing before he stopped and nuzzled the neat patch of curls framing my sex .

I had waxed earlier, something I had only done a few times before. "What do we have here?" he murmured, lifting his head to meet my eyes .

During that last Skype session – that crazy, intense session – we had pretended not to know each other. I'd been getting ready to call a friend but had mistakenly called him. I'd worn nothing but a skimpy shirt and panties, and a call that had started out as an innocent misdial turned into a sensual game of Truth of Dare .

He'd dared me to show him what I looked like under the clothes. Dared me to show him the color of my nipples, the color of the hair between my thighs, whether or not I shaved .

I'd been so incredibly hot by the time he dared me to masturbate in front of him, I'd almost begged him to come over .

Now, as he slid his fingers through the newly groomed curls, he gave me a wicked smile. "I guess you decided to change things up ."

He leaned in, pressed his mouth to me .

I blushed so hard, it was a miracle I didn't pass out from the sudden spate of lightheadedness. He licked and nuzzled skin recently made bare, murmuring against me. It took me a moment to understand his words though .

"This is hotter than hell, sugar...but you're hot no matter what. You do you." He caught my clit between his teeth again, tugged. "I don't care ."

Then he went back to doing me .

As he licked, nuzzled, and bit, I knew then and there that as long as we were together, I'd continue to do this. His mouth felt entirely too good against flesh made newly bare .

Jake stiffened his tongue and passed it through the curls, opening me from top to bottom. I cried out and reached for him, but he caught my wrists, pinning them against my hips .

"Ride my mouth, Michelle," he said. "Just ride it...fuck yourself on my tongue ."

The words were so hot, so naked and raw, I all but lost it. Without thinking, I did as he said, rocking against his mouth, moving with frenzied need against his teeth, tongue, lips, as he moaned and growled and licked .

One last scrape of his teeth against my clitoris and I lost it .

But I didn't even have time to come back down .

Jake spun me around, bent me over with my hands braced on the door. I heard the foil tear, and then he was inside me, thick and hard and deep .

"Tell me you want me, Michelle," he said as he thrust in deep .

"I want you." I could barely think of anything else .

"Say it again...say my name," he demanded, his voice raw .

"Jake." It was a pulse in my blood. I couldn't think past anything else except that. Jake... "I want you...please !"

He rode me hard, fingers digging into my hips, my legs still trapped together because of the leggings around my knees. And he felt huge inside me. I cried out as my hands slid and slipped from the door, struggling to hold my position .

Jake remedied it by crowding me up closer until I was pinned between him and the wood. The cool surface against my front was a sharp contrast from the heat of him, pressed so solidly against my back .

I couldn't move now, and his thrusts went from deep and hard to rapid upward thrusts that had him rubbing against me in a whole new way .

I exploded, coming so hard, it knocked the breath from me, and for a few seconds...I saw stars .

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