Page 62 of What If I Knew You

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since the other night.”

The way she smiled at me…

I want to see that smile every damn day.

“You were pretty great the other night,” she told me. “And I guess I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to see if maybe it was beginners luck or…”

I inched my mouth closer to hers as her eyes dropped to my lips and then with two fingers, pushed her robe over her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground. I feathered my fingers over her skin and cupped her beautiful breasts in my hands. Her eyes fell closed as she tipped her head back and she gasped when I smoothed my thumbs across her nipples. “Maybe you’re just a spectacular teacher.”

“I guess there’s only one way to find out,” she whispered against my lips.

It was then that I lifted her like I did the other night, wrapping her legs around my waist, and carried her to her bedroom where we made out for several long minutes before she stripped me of my clothes and asked if I was ready for an oral lesson.

Fuck yes, I’m ready for it.

“Trust me,” Corri says reassuringly. “First of all, the way you worked your fingers the other night was…well, let’s say it was magical.”

“Magical?”

“Mhmm. So, you do not need to wonder if your ability to get a woman off is strong enough because the answer will always be yes. Yes it is. But oral sex has to be something you both want. You may find some women can’t bear the thought of someone licking them there or smelling them there. It’s just not their cup of tea, and that’s okay. Every woman is different and everybodyis different.”

“Do you think men are the same?”

“Do I think there are men who don’t want their dick sucked?”

I nod. “Yeah.”

A light chuckle comes from her mouth. “Honey if there’s a man out there who doesn’t want a warm tight mouth wrapped around his dick, I have yet to meet him.”

“So why wouldn’t a woman want the same treatment?”

She shrugs. “My guess would be either she had an asshole partner who made her feel insecure in the past, in which case you may just have to slow down and make her feel as comfortable as possible…”

“Or?”

“Ooor she’s a fucking prude and may never change her views and if that’s the case, RUN. You don’t want that in your life.”

“Well how will I know if she doesn’t want it?”

“Oh, she’ll let you know. Maybe you’ll go to touch her and she’ll stop your hand from exploring, or maybe you’ll be kissing her body and working your way down…”

“Like this?” Corri lies naked on her bed once again, and I hover over her, my lips pressing against her collarbone before I move my mouth to the top of her chest, her left breast, her right breast, her stomach, and then her pelvis.

“Mhmm. If you get that far, I’m sure if she doesn’t want it, she’ll stop you.”

“Are you going to stop me, Corri?”

“Do you want me to stop you?”

I shake my head meeting her gaze, noting her darkened pupils and the uptick in her breathing. Her nipples have hardened into tight peaks and her face is flushed.

“Not a chance,” I tell her. Smoothing my hand down her leg I curl it around her calf, feeling every inch of her warm silky skin. She bends her knees, resting her feet on the mattress. Her chest rises and falls a little quicker the closer my fingers get to where I’m longing to be.

Is she wet?

As wet as the other night?

Because fuck that was sexy as hell.

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