Page 28 of Tutored By the Smart Girl

I wrap my arms around his neck and press my lips to his. His hot mouth envelops mine. I can’t get enough of his mouth. Of him.

When his hand reaches the waistband of my panties, my chest tightens.

Please let him touch me there. I need this so much.

“Okay?” His voice is a whisper, and his warm breath caresses my cheek.

I guide his hand to the place I need him most. His fingers expertly brush my folds.

I’m in heaven.

“You’re wet.”

I moan, but I can’t speak as my body ignites and every muscle tenses in anticipation of what he’ll do next.

I can barely take a breath before he brings his lips to mine— our tongues dance in a melodious style as if rehearsed a million times before. Our kiss is demanding. Almost as if somehow the kiss will extinguish the fire that burns inside of me.

My body tenses as if I’m on the edge of a cliff. Ready to plunge into the warm and deep water below.

I reach the summit of my existence and grip the blanket tightly as my body convulses in satisfying gratification. His deft fingers continue to work me until I’m spent, and my body is pliable in his arms.

I try to catch my breath. “I want to touchyou,” I whisper.

Lightning flashes on occasion and illuminates the room. He slides off the boxer briefs.

I swallow hard when I get a look at him. I reach for him, and he chuckles. “Go easy. It’s not going to take much for this to end before it even gets started. You do that to me, Adison. I lose control before I even start.”

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Rush

She slides her small hand around me, and I try to think of anything besides what she’s doing to me— both inside and out.

What is it about her? I’ve been with plenty of others, but this feels different.

I push her hand away and take a deep breath.

“What’s wrong?” Her voice is small and filled with concern. “Am I doing something wrong?”

“No, babe.”

Babe? I have never once in my life called anyone by that term of endearment.

I freeze for a moment, and everything comes to a grinding halt. What is it about this girl? She’s encapsulated me into her heart and I’m not sure if I ever want to be released.

What is happening to me?

“Nothing’s wrong, I promise. Except — like I said— I don’t want this to be over before it begins.”

“Do you have condoms? I want you to be my first, John.”

I groan. “Are you sure? You have to be sure.”

“Positive,” she assures me. “I trust you and I know you’ll teach me what to do. I want to make you feel good.”

I reach into the drawer of my nightstand and pull out a condom. She watches intently as I roll it on. I line myself up with her body.

“Just relax. I’ll go slow and easy. I don’t want to hurt you.”

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