Page 40 of What If I Knew You

“Yeah. Definitely oral.”

Her gaze flits to mine. “Has anyone ever…” I watch as her eyes fall to my crotch and, swear to God, I feel my dick twitch in my pants knowing that one, she’s looking there and two, she’s asking me if anyone has ever sucked my cock.

“Uh no.” I shake my head. “Nobody.”

“Is that something you’d like to experience?”

My mouth just went fucking dry because how the hell do I say to this beautiful woman that I’d be a fool to stop her if she wanted to suck my dick. I try to conjure up any remaining saliva in my mouth but there is literally nothing there. To my extreme delight our waiter delivers my second drink and I swallow almost all of it in one fell swoop before I answer, “Iiiii think I would probably like that very much.”

“Great.” She smiles, holding back a laugh, I think, as her head dips back to her phone and her lips form the wordblowjob.

“So other than plain old fashion sexual intercourse, we could try things like toy play, or maybe work on a little dirty talk.”

“Do women like dirty talk?”

I see the mischievous grin form across her lips before she brings her head up to look at me. “Alan, there is nothing hotter than a man who can take charge in the bedroom and praise his partner for a job well done. I may just be speaking for myself, but nothing turns me on faster than a dirty talking sexual partner who tells me all the ways he wants to pleasure me.”

“Was your ex a dirty talker?”

She surprisingly laughs out loud. “Good God, no. There wasn’t a dirty bone in his scrawny British body.”

“Then how would you know if you enjoy dirty talkers?”

“Oh. I read books.”

My brows peak. “Dirty books?”

“Is there really any other kind?” She smiles. “My best friend writes steamy romance books so she got me into the genre. I’dbe lying if I said some of those reads don’t turn me on more than I’ve ever been turned on before.”

“That’s setting the bar high for all the future men in your life.”

“Maybe.” She shrugs. “But if the guys in this world aren’t reading romance books as sex how-to manuals for their women, what are they even doing?”

“Romance books. Kinkier the better. Noted.” I match her smile and then watch her as she notes the wordstoysanddirty talkinto her phone.

I am flabber-fucking-gasted that we’re sitting here discussing the sexual relationship we’re about to enter into as if we’re discussing what to pack for my next away game. Yet, Corri is making this the easiest experience I could have ever asked for.

“One more question.”

“Alright. Shoot.”

“Have you ever seen a naked woman, Alan?”

“Are you asking me how much porn I’ve watched?”

She laughs quietly. “Uh, not necessarily. You said before that you’ve never been with a woman. I was just trying to gauge what that really means for you. Not that sex has to equal nudity, because it doesn’t if we’re talking just the physical act of penetration.”

“Right. Penetration.” Good God I don’t know why I just said penetration. “Umm.” I swallow the knot forming in my throat. “I’ve seen naked women before on television and I’ve been to clubs with my colleagues a few times so I’ve seen plenty of topless women, but I’ve never uh…you know, been in bed with a naked woman.”

“You’ve never touched a boob?”

My eyes inadvertently fall to Corri’s chest.

She’s right.

She has nice chesticles.

“Nope.” I shake my head. “Definitely never done that.”

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