Page 61 of Flirting Lessons

Taylor rolled her eyes as she flicked her thumb back and forth across Avery’s nipple, causing incredible sensations throughout her body, and a delicious jolt between her legs.

“Hmmm, did you notice me looking at your boobs on Tuesday night, when I complimented you on that button you left unbuttoned? Or last week, at the bar, when I told you how good you looked in that dress? Or when we went to the dance class, when I looked you up and down when we got out of the car and said you interpreted my what-to-wear instructions perfectly, or…”

Avery leaned forward and kissed her.

“Okay, okay, I noticed those other times, too, but I just thought you were complimenting me on how well I dressed for each occasion. And that you were trying to boost my confidence.”

Taylor bent down and kissed Avery right above the V of her neckline.

“Mmm, yes, that was a lovely side effect. But mostly it was because every time I saw you showing off those boobs of yours, I wanted to do this.” She hooked her finger around the strap of Avery’s dress and tugged it off her shoulder, and then pushed the topof her dress on that side down enough so that Avery’s red lace–clad breast was revealed. A hungry smile spread across her face. She reached toward Avery’s bra, then stopped.

“This is okay, isn’t it?” she asked softly. “You know, don’t you, that if anything isn’t okay, you just have to say the word?”

Avery nodded.

“Yeah.” She nodded again. “I mean, yeah, I know that. And yeah, it’s okay. More than okay.” She put her hand on Taylor’s. “Please.”

Taylor grinned at her.

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” She traced the edges of Avery’s bra with her index finger gently, almost reverently, before sliding her finger underneath the edge of it. She stroked the skin right there at first, and then slowly lowered her lips to be where her finger had been. Avery let out a deep sigh when her lips finally landed there. Then Taylor pushed Avery’s bra strap off her shoulder, and tugged the lace of her bra down, down.

“Ah, there we are,” Taylor said when she stopped. Her thumb stroked Avery’s bare nipple, at last. “So beautiful.”

The combination of the way Taylor touched her, of that aroused, intent look on her face, and that deep, almost hoarse tone in her voice, made Avery let out a low moan.

“That just…it feels so good,” she said to Taylor, a little embarrassed. She never made noises like this, especially not this early. But Taylor smiled at her.

“Good,” she said. “I was hoping it did.” Then her eyes locked onto Avery’s. “I always want you to tell me when something feels good. And I especially want you to tell me if something ever doesn’t feel good.”

Avery nodded, though she couldn’t imagine anything Taylor could do to her that wouldn’t feel good.

“You make it easy to tell you,” she said.

Taylor touched her cheek, and the expression in her eyes softened.

“Thank you,” she said. “That’s a really big compliment, especially coming from you.”

She moved down Avery’s body. They were now half sitting, half lying on the couch, and Taylor swung her legs up onto it, pushing Avery’s legs up in the process.

“There,” she said. “Now, isn’t that more comfortable?” They lay next to each other, Avery’s hand resting on Taylor’s hip, Taylor’s thumb and forefinger gently flicking and squeezing Avery’s nipple, their eyes intent on each other’s.

“Mm. Yes.” Avery arched her back and leaned to the side. “That feels fucking incredible, I hope you know.”

Taylor chuckled again.

“I do know. But I really like it when you tell me.”

Avery looked at Taylor, really looked at her for a moment, and almost had to pinch herself. She was actually doing this. She was here on her couch, making out with a woman who was attracted to her and whom she was very attracted to. And not just any woman, but Taylor Cameron, who she’d thought was hot from the first moment she’d seen her.

Taylor moved down her body, her eyes on Avery’s the whole time. Avery had an idea of what she was about to do, but as soon as Taylor’s tongue reached out and touched her nipple, she knew she hadn’t been prepared for how good this was going to be. What was it about Taylor’s tongue that made her whole body react like this?

“Oh…wow,” was all she could say. Taylor just chuckled softly, and sucked Avery’s nipple completely into her mouth.

When she’d had sex with men in the past, they’d always made a big deal of her boobs, too, but they hadn’t made her feel likethisabout them. They’d spent a few minutes clumsily groping them, if that, and then moved on to the main event (taking their pants off and pulling their dicks out). And she’d had to pretend that she enjoyed that.

They hadn’t caressed them like this, kissed them like this, sucked them like this, they hadn’t made her feel like she was a goddess and her boobs were a part of her body to be worshipped. But that’s how Taylor made her feel.

As Taylor kissed and sucked one breast, she squeezed the other nipple between her thumb and forefinger, and Avery didn’t have to pretend at all. All she had to do was enjoy the hell out of this.

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