Page 43 of Teach Me How

“Kissing, then?”

“Yes. Definitely.”

She comes closer and I weave my hands through her hair, lifting my head to meet hers. I meant to just brush my lips across hers, a featherlight touch, but that’s like licking a peach instead of biting into it.

And her mouth is the juiciest fucking peach I have ever tasted. Our lips connect and my tongue is already nudging forward. She parts her lips, her own tongue meeting mine in a delirious swirl.

I move my free hand down to her waist and slip it under her sweatshirt. My thumb swipes across her soft skin. I rest my hand on the small of her waist, trying to decide which way to go. She arches her back, leaning into me and popping her booty out at the same time. Decision made.

My fingers slip under the waistband of her sweats, and I am quickly reminded that she’s wearing a thong. I groan as my hand slide across her round ass. My other hand joins the first and I squeeze her cheeks, dragging her along my growing erection. She breaks the kiss, nipping and kissing her way along my jaw. She sucks my earlobe into her mouth before murmuring into my ear. “I want to take you in my mouth.”

My cock twitches enthusiastically at that idea. “Have you ever…?”

She pulls back, looking at me with a shy expression. “No.”

She said her ex, and her weren’t having sex, but I would have thought they didsomething. How uptight was this asshole?

Her finger draws a soft line down the center of my chest. “Unless you don’t want to.”

“No.” I blurt. “I want to. I just don’t want you to think I expect it, because I don’t. I’m happy with kissing, if that’s all you want to do.”

She eases off my lap and kneels between my legs. “What I want to do is see if this cock is as big and impressive as I remember it?”

My lips tug into a grin. “Flattery again?”

Her hands slide up my thighs, fingers digging in. “Is it working?”

“It’s not hurting.”

She curves her hand over my shaft, drawing up and down through the sweats.

Josh’s sweats. The only thing between my raging hard on and his sister’s hand.

Nope.

Definitely not.

They need to come off. I lift my hips and start to tug them down. She curls her fingers around the waistband and pulls them the rest of the way off, leaving me completely naked and her completely dressed.

Hardly seems fair. “Take your sweater off, baby.”

She pulls her gaze away from my shameless erection long enough to lift her sweater up over her head. Her hand circles around my shaft and I lean forward to cup her breast. “This bra is so sexy.”

She pauses, looking up at me with a skeptical expression. “This bra? But it’s nude.”

I run my finger along the swell of her breast. “Is that what they call it?”

“Nude. As in, bland. Boring. Vanilla.” She presses on my chest, forcing me to lie back. “Okay, tell me what to do.”

“Just keep touching it. Anything at all. It all feels amazing.”

She tilts her head, one brow flying up. “Anything at all? Teeth? Claws?”

“No.” I laugh. “No teeth, please. But you can squeeze it pretty hard. And, I don’t know, lick and suck it? Like a popsicle.”

“Like a popsicle.” She repeats, eying my penis with intense focus. After a few moments of deliberation, she leans forward and plants a soft kiss on the tip. It’s too sweet. My chest constricts a little. Of all the things she could do. But I don’t have time to dissect my response, because then that velvety tongue is gliding up and down my length, sending delicious shivers up my spine. She pops the tip into her mouth, trying to keep drool from sliding past her lips.

“Don’t worry about the spit, baby. You can’t get it too wet.” I groan when she rolls a wet, sloppy tongue around my tip. “Fuck, yes. That’s amazing. You can touch the balls, too.”

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