Page 83 of Flirting Lessons

“Oh, we don’t have to give those up. And now you can practice on me all you want.”

Avery nodded.

“You bring up a great point. I have a suggestion. Maybe part of that ‘practice,’ as you call it, can also be sex lessons.”

“Sex lessons?” Taylor started to sit up, and this time Avery pushed her back down.

“Yes, sex lessons.” Avery slid one finger inside of her, and Taylor opened her legs wider. “You see, as I said last time, I don’t really know what I’m doing here—”

“You seem to have a pretty good handle on it,” Taylor said.

Avery smiled at her.

“I appreciate that, but you know me, I always strive to do better,” she said. “Plus, I have a lot to learn about what you like.”

Taylor settled back and enjoyed the feeling of Avery’s fingers inside of her, sliding slowly up and down, circling, dipping in and out.

“Hmm, well, something that you may or may not know about me is that I love morning sex,” Taylor said.

Avery moved her other hand up Taylor’s torso.

“See? I didn’t know that. What do you like so much about it?”

Taylor’s eyes closed for a second as Avery’s thumb brushed across her nipple.

“Mmm, just about everything. It feels sort of illicit, like we’re supposed to be doing something else, but instead we’re in bed together, and it’s only ever because we want to be. It always feels either lazy and comfortable, like we have all the time in the world, like right now, or it’s rushed and urgent, because we both have to get somewhere but we desperately need to fuck first, and that’s hot as hell. Either way, I’m having a great time.”

She watched Avery as she talked. Avery was so focused on her, so intent on feeling her way around Taylor’s body, and Taylor fucking loved it. Her eyes were closed, but Taylor could tell she was listening to her. She couldn’t remember the last time someone had really paid attention to her the way Avery did. It felt good. All of this felt good. Taylor was suddenly very pleased with her snap decision to keep this up with Avery.

“Well,” Avery said as she moved down Taylor’s body. “My goal is definitely for you to have a great time.”

She pushed the covers back, and Taylor opened her legs all the way so that Avery could settle in between them. She leaned backon Avery’s big pillows and looked down at Avery. She loved this view. She was glad the pillows were so fluffy so she could watch her.

Avery started off slowly, just by dropping small kisses on the insides of her thighs, and then a few eager licks along Taylor’s lips. But soon, her tongue danced in quick circles around Taylor’s clit, and those very talented fingers of hers moved in and out, at first slowly, but then faster. She pinched Taylor’s nipple softly; when Taylor gasped at the sensation, she could feel Avery smile. Then she moved to really concentrate on Taylor’s clit, and Taylor slid her fingers into Avery’s hair. Taylor moved against her as she licked and sucked, and then they moved together, faster and faster as the pressure built inside her, until Avery sucked just a little harder, and the whole world exploded around her. Taylor arched her back and held on to Avery, who kept licking and sucking her as the waves of pleasure shook her body, until finally they both collapsed against the bed.

Avery crawled up next to her, and Taylor pulled her into her arms.

“That was worth another baby shower,” Taylor said. “At least.”

Avery laughed and stretched out next to Taylor.

“Let’s wait until after you’ve done one baby shower to say things like that, but I very much appreciate the sentiment.”

Avery rested her head nextto Taylor’s. She felt triumphant, sexy, on top of the world.

Taylor grinned at her.

“I’ll update you after I do the one.”

God, that grin just did things to her. Now she didn’t have to hide that Taylor’s grin did things to her, or that she looked forwardto seeing her every Tuesday, or how much she had wanted to have sex with her again after Friday night. She’d pretended—to Beth, sure, but also to herself—that she didn’t care, that one night was fine, that she didn’t really want or need to do it again. None of that had been true.

She kissed Taylor softly, and then sat up.

“I have a meeting soon, unfortunately. I’m going to make coffee, you want some?”

Taylor opened her mouth, then stopped herself. Avery laughed.

“Oh, that’s right, I forgot, you’re a coffee snob, aren’t you? Fine, you can come into the kitchen with me and look at my coffee-making apparatus and see if it’s good enough for you.”

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