Page 42 of What If I Knew You

She’s fucking mesmerizing.

Once she’s done she weaves through the boxes back to me.

“I’m uh…” She clears her throat. “I’m not exactly sure of the best way to start this. I didn’t exactly write a lesson plan.”

“Me either,” I admit anxiously. Tonight wasn’t something I could prepare for. It’s not like I could open a textbook and study all the ways I could potentially pleasure a woman. Though I understand the internet is full of wild ideas, I didn’t want to givemyself any preconceived notions on what someone like Corri might like. Or rather what she might think are the important parts for me to learn.

Staring at each other in the middle of her kitchen, I notice how she tends to bite her bottom lip.

She’s nervous.

Just like me.

I have to put her at ease.

I have to do something.

Anything.

With a fluttery feeling in my stomach, I finally offer, “What if I uh…maybe I kiss you again?”

She nods and shakes her hands out nervously. “Yeah good idea. We’ve already proven we’re good at that so we’ll let that lead us.”

“Good idea.”

“Yeah. Agreed.”

Smiling at her beautiful if not slightly flustered face, I whisper, “Here I go.”

“Okay.” She closes her eyes waiting for me and rather than second guess myself, I lean in, wrapping an arm around her, pulling her against me, and press my lips to hers. She immediately relaxes in my hold and kisses me like it’s something we’ve been doing together since the dawn of time. The curve of her mouth, the way her lips separate, the way a tiny little moan comes from her as our mouths move together.

Damn.

Corri is fire and kissing her might just be my new favorite thing.

She fists my sweater as I hold her face in my hands, angling her head for better access, and dip my tongue into her mouth. She meets me stroke upon fucking stroke and Christ, this girl’s mouth is like a little piece of Heaven. If she can kiss like thisI can only imagine what her mouth can do when it’s wrapped around my cock one day.

Jesus. My cock just stiffened in my pants.

“I think it’s time for your first official lesson,” she boldly murmurs between kisses.

“I’m all yours, Corri. Show me. Teach me. Tell me what to do.”

Her lips parted slightly, breathing against my mouth, she takes my hand and slowly moves it to her breast.

Holy shit, my hands are on her breast.

“Touch me, Alan.”

I fold my hand over her rounded breast, palming it and rubbing my thumb over the silky fabric of her dress, feeling the taught peak of her nipple. She hisses in a breath and I immediately let go.

“Sorry! Sorry. I’m sorry,” I tell her with my hands up in front of me. “I didn’t mean to hu?—”

“No, no, no,” she says, shaking her head and grabbing my hand again with a soft giggle. “That was a good sound.” She brings my palm to her breast again. “It felt good and I liked it.”

“Oh. Good. Amazing. I mean you feel amazing. In my hand.”

“Good. Keep going. I have two breasts and you have two hands.”

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