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Javier

Her eyes widened as her breath caught in her throat. She was so beautiful standing naked against me, so soft and downy to my thick, weathered skin. I took Missy’s hand and guided her to the bed. Her fingers were cold between mine and she gnawed on her lips, a tell she was a little nervous. Or a lot, if the tension that tightened her shoulders was also an indication of nerves.

I’d felt like that moments ago, but now I had clarity of purpose and a new mission. I was focused, calm and collected, even though I was burning for her like a five-alarm fire.

“Will you lie down for me?” I squeezed her hand and gave her a reassuring smile.

She did what I asked, settling her hands by her sides and placing her head on the pillow. Her lustrous hair spilled over it like a red sea. Her porcelain skin put the bedding’s sateen to shame. She was a vision against the sheet’s white background, my angel floating on her cloud. As her eyes perused my face, she held herself stiffly. I filled my lungs with new breath. I was determined to be the best teacher and coach ever, and an explorer in my own right.

“Lesson number one.” I came around the bed. “Sex is supposed to be fun and good, a great way to blow off steam.” The mattress bent under my weight as I reclined on my side next to her and scooted closer. Settling her against me, I cupped her cheek and turned her face to me. “You look tense. It doesn’t work as well when one’s so tense.”

“You’re right.” She shut her eyes, fisted her hands, and took several deep breaths that had her small breasts rising and lowering. Her nipples were moving targets, tempting me in the worst way. A flash of heat went straight to my dick, but I kept a tight leash on my control.

“What are you doing?” I asked, curious.

She opened one eye. “Working out the tension?”

“How about this?” I lowered my face and slowly brushedmy lips over hers. When her mouth parted, I dipped my tongue, light, playful strokes that mimicked the gentle path of my fingers on the side of her face. Her shoulders relaxed somewhat beneath my palm. “Better?”

“Better.” She gifted me with a small smile. “You should do that again.”

My heart gave an extra kick. “With pleasure.”

The next kiss turned into many more. Our mouths melded together. Our tongues launched into a mutual exploration, rolling, diving, and retreating in a dance that had my dick throbbing and the rest of me struggling for control. How the hell was I gonna be a good sex coach unless I could keep myself in check?

“Mmm,” she breathed. “You’re such a good kisser.”

“You’re no slouch yourself,” I murmured, because she’d stolen all of my breath. “Lesson number two. Kissing rocks. We should do as much of it as we can. Your turn. Show me what you can do.”

“In my dreams, I did this.” She planted small, tender kisses on my forehead and over my closed eyelids. Her lips feathered the contours of my face and the corners of my mouth before she angled her lips over mine and her tongue timidly peeked in.

I might’ve asked more about her dreams, but instead, I welcomed her tongue and watched the light flare around her pupils as I kissed her some more. Her hunger called on mine. It tugged on my emotions in a way I couldn’t understand. Her tongue rolled around with mine, ran along the edges of my teeth, and licked my lips. Our passion grew until she was the center of my world.

Nobody had ever kissed me like this before. Nobody had ever owned me like she did at this moment. Here I was, supposedly teaching her the art of the erotic kiss, when she wasa natural at it, a woman capable of conquering a man with the brush of her mouth.

I worked my lips and hands over her, learning the lines of her naked body. At last, I had the privilege of touching the whole of her without barriers between us. I memorized her topography with my hands, discovering her secret pleasure spots.

She sighed when I ran the tip of my tongue behind her ear, hissed when I grazed my hands over her breasts, and gasped when I held her breasts and kneaded them gently. The small breaths she took as my fingers began to play with her rosy nipples drove me crazy. And the moan she let out when my mouth finally met her nipples and I licked, sucked, and pulled them between my lips?

It almost made me come on the sheets.

Patient teacher and devoted sex coach, I reminded myself.That’s your role tonight.

It was hard to keep my focus when her hands ventured over me. She seemed determined to drive me insane. Her small fingers roamed everywhere, unleashing a delicious sizzle wherever they landed.

“What are these?” she asked when her fingertips tripped over the scars on my back.

“Reminders,” I whispered, distracting her with more kisses.

She drew back, just a little, and met my eyes. “Reminders of what?”

“Of the very things I want to forget.” I lowered my mouth to her breasts and made her forget my scars with the persuasive pull of my lips, licking, nibbling, and sucking her magnificent nipples.

“Oh, Javi.” She sighed and stretched out her neck. “That feels… incredible.”

“Lesson number three.” I slid my lips over her throatwhile I plucked and rubbed her responsive nipples. “A good lover never, ever neglects these. They are as sensitive as other parts of you, and yours are particularly delicious to me.”

“Oh, my word,” she whispered when I lapped around her areolas and flicked my tongue against her taut tips, first one, then the other. “Oh, God.” She gasped when I sucked in one of her succulent nipples, stretched it out in my mouth, then let it pop out. “That feels…”

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