Page 14 of He Saved My Boy
Tipping his head back in laughter, he smirks. “I don’t have a set plan, but I know it’ll involve many more orgasms—starting with you coming next on my mouth.”
Bringing my finger to my chin, I pretend there’s even a choice. “Hmmm… More orgasms—starting with your mouth. I think I can get on board with that.”
With a wicked grin, he practically growls, “Good, because I’m dying to know how you taste.”
Holy shit. Did he just say that?
“I’ve never… I mean, I have… but I’ve never had someone seem so excited forthatbefore.” The words fly out of my mouth before I can rein in my thoughts. Shit. Can’t I keep some things to myself?
“Then you don’t know what you’re missing,” he says. Tugging me close for another sensual kiss—though not as fervent as before, yet it’s still filled with passion, makes my toes curl. Eventually, we break apart, and he reaches for my hand as he squeezes it.
“What do you mean—you’ve never?” he asks, leading me to the edge of the bed and sitting. “If we’re keeping things out of the ordinary—I need to know what you’re used to—and more important—what you like. I want to make this as good for you as I can.”
I don’t even know how to begin to answer that question. It’s been so long since I’ve been with a man, do I even know what I like?
Reaching out a thumb, he releases my lower lip from my teeth. “What’s wrong, Teagan? Talk to me.”
Releasing the breath I didn’t know I’d been holding, I shyly admit, “It’s been a long time.”
Squeezing my hand, he smiles reassuringly. “From my understanding, it’s like getting on a bike, right?”
The way he says it isn’t condescending in the slightest. The sincerity in his expression shows he holds no judgement. But he wants me to be honest with him. After all, if we’re not honest, how will we know what the other likes? That alone is something out of the ordinary for me—so I might as well embrace this opportunity.
Then reality strikes, and I find myself admitting, “Well, I haven’t been with anyone who has enjoyed focusing on my pleasure—in since… well, forever,” I quickly admit. “Especially someone who gets me out of my head—so I can actually have more than one orgasm.”
His jaw drops unexpectedly. “What do you mean?”
How the hell do I say this without sounding as if I’m defective? “I’ve… sorta been known for being one and done—so don’t feel disappointed if I don’t get there again anytime soon.”
“Okay, so you get stuck in your head. We can work with that.”
How does he know that?
Leaning in, he kisses the shocked expression from my face.
When we break apart, he squeezes my hand and shrugs as if he’s a mind reader. “With as responsive as you are, I have my doubts about you being one and done tonight. But even if thatisthe case, I have some great ideas that will be exciting as hell to try.”
This does the trick. All the reservations I’d suddenly created in my head disappear.
“First, we have to stick to the rule of you telling me what you like. If there’s something you don’t like—or you find yourself disengaging, you have to let me know immediately, so I can change my tactics.”
Even though I’ve known him less than a day, his boldness and open communication make me feel in this moment that I can trust him implicitly. “Okay.”
“Next, I know we’ve just met, but I have an idea for you to only feel what I’m about to do for you...”
“Okay…” I draw out, hoping he’ll explain more.
“Do you think you’d be able to trust me enough to find a way to stay focused on what you’re feeling, rather than what you’re thinking?”
“That sounds…” Hell, I’m not even sure what that means.
Do I trust him?
All it takes is one look into his eyes, and I know without a doubt. I do.
Why is it harder to admit that to him?
So, I quickly add, “Doable,” before I can a) chicken out or b) sound like a complete idiot.
