Page 139 of Beyond the Cottage

“Sorry,” she snapped, drawing her legs to her chest.

“Stop. Do you have any idea how much that arouses me?”

“…Really?”

He took her hand and put it on his cock.

She sighed. “What is it with men and being the first to do things? It’s like you carry around little flags you’re just dying to plant.”

“I have no idea.”Don’t thrust, asshole. “I never cared before you.”

She glanced away with a smile. “I really do want to try this. Your rather graphic seminar was enlightening, but I wouldn’t mind some direction.”

Ansel groaned. She expected him to survive a chat about the finer points of giving head while she actually gave him head?

Exhaling through his nose, he forced his body to relax. “Alright. Like I said last night, it isn’t going to take much. Go at your own pace, and for godssake, do not deep throat me this time.”

She knelt between his legs, tucking hair behind her ear. Another strand fell over her shoulder, pooling in the black curls at his base. He closed his eyes for his own sanity.

“Should I lick it again?”

His laugh was strained. “Do whatever will ease you in.”

“Tell me what you like as I go.” Without further ado, she gripped the base and licked his cock. She went slow, dragging upward. Her tongue lingered just below the ridge.

“There.”

“Here?” She swirled her tongue, wrenching another groan from him. Without his prompting, she put the head in her mouth and lapped at the moisture he leaked.

“God, Gret. I don’t know how much of that I can handle.”

She went lower, adjusting to him.

“Deep enough,” he rasped. “Now wrap your hand around the shaft and stroke the places your lips don’t reach.” She started pumping him, and his face contorted. “Oh, fuck.Yes.Just like that.”

She grew bolder, worked him harder. On each upstroke, her tongue grazed the spot that made him crazy.

“Fuck, Gret, yes. You’re doing it so good.” Her eager pulls and artless stroking were better than he’d ever had it. This was personal. And he felt it in every molecule of his body.

She quietly moaned, sending vibration down his cock. Through sheer force of will, he kept his hips still.

“I’m not going to last much longer.” He winced. “You need to pull back.” He threaded his fingers through her hair, trying toease her off. Her lips tightened, and she went faster. “Baby, pull back. Pull back! It’s coming—coming, coming,coming!”

He shouted and spilled down her throat, half-sitting as his body spasmed in little jerks. She lifted her tongue to drink him down, throat undulating. An extra, blinding jet came, and when he couldn’t release any more, he fell back panting.

Lust and emotion were a tornado raging in his brain. He wondered if he’d ever think clearly again.

After cheekily wiping the corner of her mouth, she crawled up his body and rested her chin on his chest. “I guess I got the hang of it.”

He gusted a laugh. “You’re indeed a quick study.” He brushed his thumb over her bottom lip, committing to memory the feel of it wrapped around his flesh. Like a stupid ape, he was gratified to be her first.

It also subdued him. He wouldn’t be her last. Eventually, she’d find someone worthy of her, someone who could offer competent stability and a sounder foundation than childhood trauma.

When whatever time Ansel had with her expired, would he have it in him to kiss her on the cheek and hand her off to another man? Would that man let her keep the friend who’d thrown her in a prison cell and filled her with his cock? The friend who was fucking in love with her and always would be?

He smoothed hair off her face, and she kissed his open palm.

The future didn’t matter. He’d been condemned from the moment he saw her again, and he loved her too much to save himself. He couldn’t do anything except walk to the very end of that plank and see where he fell.

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