Page 66 of Sex Coach

Twenty-Two

Michelle

H is thumbs strokedover my inner wrists in a slow, almost mesmerizing pattern, and I decided I had to adjust my mental list of erogenous zones – the inner wrist had never once made it onto the list, but that would have to change now. Every time my pulse bumped against his thumb, it was like I felt the echo of it in my breasts, down lower in my core. A line connected those pulse points and the slow strokes against my wrists was drawing that line tighter and tighter .

"You shouldn't have any kind of bad memories tied to sex. I hate that all I did was hold you here..." He tightened his hand just the slightest, his eyes locked on my face. "And it sent you back ."

"No, it didn't!" But I protested too much. I could tell by the look in his eyes. "I mean...I'm fine right now ."

"You should be fine every time. When a man touches you, wouldn't you rather think of just him? Just pleasure ?"

"And how am I supposed to do that?" I challenged. "Erotic reconditioning ?"

He chuckled. "Does such a thing exist? I'll sign up." But then his face sobered. "Maybe you need new memories, something else to cling to that might blot out the ugly ones...something that can replace the dark ones ."

"What are you suggesting?" I asked warily, instinctively jerking my hands away from him and scooting back out of his reach .

"Do you trust me?" He bent forward over me, his bulk causing me to sway backward a little .

"I already told you yes ."

"Can I have your wrists ?"

Some wild, crazed part of me already knew what he was suggesting, and I was torn in two. A smaller, scared part wanted to shove him away. But the other part, the part that did trust him took control before I even made a conscious decision...and I found myself holding my hands out in front of me, tightening my belly muscles so that I stayed in position, half raised up as he bent over me .

"Thank you ."

All he did, though, was kiss my palms, one at a time, then lower them to the table beside me before guiding me back into a sitting position .

"We're going to...play," he said, pausing a bit before explaining. "If you decide you want to stop the game, you tell me. But you need to pick a word other than stop or no ."

Nervous now, I laughed a little. "What is this, some sort of D/s thing? Are we going to play Master May I ?"

"Do you want to?" he asked, sliding me a look from under his lashes. "We could start with something easy. Like, you could ask...master, may I take off my sweater... and work our way up to master, may I suck on your cock ?"

A punch of heat hit me so hard in the chest, for the next few seconds, it was almost hard to breathe .

"You like the sound of that, don't you ?"

"Ahhhh..." was about all I could manage as I tried to uncross my eyes. I was still untangling my tongue – and my mind – from the scalding hot image of me on my knees in front of him with my mouth open as he fed me his cock. I'd never done that, hadn't ever wanted to, until that very moment .

Jake's mouth closed over mine in a deep, almost bruising kiss that set my heart to racing. His hand rested on my throat, his thumb tucked into the hollow and his palm curved over the arch where I could feel my pulse slamming away. "You do," he growled against my lips. "I can see in your eyes, on your face...and you licked your lips like you were already tasting me there. Is that what you were doing ?"

"Yes."

The harsh groaning sound he made against my lips was so erotically charged, it had my nipples drawing into buds so tight, they hurt. Without thinking, I arched against him, shoving my breasts into his chest in an effort to ease the ache .

But Jake pulled away, his hands on my shoulders. "Before we go any further, you need to tell me your word ."

"My..." Shaking my head, I met his eyes. "I don't know...oh ."

"What's your word, Michelle ?"

Embarrassed now, and a little uncomfortable, I looked away from him. Fat, fluffy flakes of snow were falling from the sky and there was frost forming on the window of his apartment. Without thinking, I responded, "Frost ."

"Remember it," he said before shoving his hand into my hair and yanking, forcing my head back, my mouth up as his lips crushed into mine .

Remember it ...

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