Page 44 of Unbossly Manners

“Do you trust me?”

I nodded. I did.

“May I pull the sheet down? Just to your navel.”

My fingers shook but I wrapped them around the hem and slid the white sheet down my abdomen, exposing my chest, my nipples stiffening into peeks as the air hit them.

“You’re beautiful.” He breathed over my right nipple, and I shivered. “May I.”

“Yes.” I breathed out.

His lips wrapped around the hard pebble, and I arched my back, a low moan releasing from my mouth. Two fingers from his left hand traced the arch of my other breast and I turned into his hand until his fingers found the nipple, pinching gently. Without thought, my fingers dug into his hair pulling him in closer. Fuck. It felt good. Why had it never felt like this before?

“Because I’m working off your cues,” Jackson answered. I hadn’t realized I’d asked the question out loud.

He pulled back, and I whimpered at his departure, wanting more.

“I didn’t jump on you and think of only my needs. We began slow. And I waited until you were ready.” He swept his tongue over the neglected nipple and I sucked in a sharp breath as a bolt of desire shot between my legs. “But if at any time you change your mind, I’ll stop. Immediately.”

My eyes flicked back and forth between his, so close I couldn’t see them both at once.

“I want more.” I closed my eyes.

Blessedly he brought my nipple back into his mouth and sucked.

“That feels so good.” I rolled my head on the pillow, focusing only on the sensations his mouth brought to that one small part of my body.

“Verbal cues are also great. It tells me unequivocally that you’re enjoying this.” He grazed the skin between my breast with his teeth, then sucked on my right nipple, sweeping his tongue over the pebbled flesh.

“This is a dance,” he continued, his breath hot against my chest, my breathing rapid. “We may know the moves but we don’t know the choreography or the music that the other person likes. So we have to continue to communicate.”

He scooped my breasts into both his hands, squeezing. His mouth devoured them, working back and forth and I lifted off the bed dragging him to me.

“You think that by the end of this you’ll know exactly what to do with every guy.” He pinched my left nipple and I gasped. Then he licked his tongue across, soothing it. “You will and you won’t. Everyone is different. But if you learn how to be vulnerable, to listen, to improvise, to let your body do the talking, then I’ll have taught you what you need to know.”

“Enough lecturing.” I breathed out, my chest rising and falling.

His lips zig-zagged down my ribs—kissing, licking, sucking. At my belly button, I tensed, realizing what he was about to do.

“Wait.”

He immediately sat back on his knees.

“We can stop.”

“I want to learn how to please you…and other men,” I said, although my body screamed at me to shut up. One part of my body, in particular, was not happy that my mind had butted in. But this all started because I need to know how to give good head. Not how to get good head.

“There’s no way we’re doing anything to me until you understand what gives you pleasure first. I promise it will make you a more generous lover.”

I melted back into the mattress, easily persuaded.

“Okay. I’m all yours.” I turned my head away, not wanting him to know that at that moment, it was true.

seventeen

His mouth moved across the sensitive skin of my belly, and he brought his hand to my knee and slid it up my inner thigh. Heat pulsated under every place his hand touched.

He circled over my hip and under my belly button to the top of my sex. His palm splayed over the sensitive area, and after a glance that I was still with him, he dipped two fingers inside my slit.

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