Page 58 of Teach Me
Jess came to her feet. Water sloshed around her as she held out a surprisingly steady hand to the man before her. He took it and stood, tall and straight and gloriously nude, a sun god gracing this lowly earth with his beauty.
He’s obviously not worried about the neighbors,she thought with a light laugh. She wanted to be bare with him, wanted to hear his breath speed up at the sight of her the way hers did with him. She reached behind her and grasped the ends of the string tie to her bikini. By the time the wet top plopped on the shore a few feet away, she had her wish.
Her nipples hardened immediately in the now cool air. The heavy throb tried to distract her, but she pushed it away, focused on the demanding jut of Conlan’s hard sex pointing straight at her. His shaft was flushed almost purple, sprinkled with water droplets and a thick pearl of precum right at the tip. Her mouth watered at the sight.
She went down on her knees.
Con’s fingers tunneled through her hair.
His touch stripped her bare in a way taking off her top couldn’t. She surrendered to it, to the pull of his hands guiding her to his erection. She didn’t take him right away; she nuzzled him, rubbing the smoothness of her cheek and chin over the rigid muscle, the thin, tender skin. That drop of precum beckoned, and she smeared it across her lips before darting her tongue out to taste.
Tart. Thick. All male—and so very good.
“Conlan.”
“I love that you use my full name,” he said huskily.
Another drop appeared in the tiny slit, and this time she snagged it immediately, savoring it before murmuring into his skin, “It’s more you, all of you.”
When Conlan’s hands would’ve guided her to take him into her mouth, she pulled them from her hair. “Let me,” she said, twining their fingers together and holding them out away from his hips.
Conlan hissed. Hard, proud, aroused male waited directly before her eyes.
“Jess.” The word was as hard and aroused as he was.
She chuckled at the insistence in his voice. Sinking into the moment, she ruffled her nose down the crease between his flat, rigid stomach and thigh.
“You know, I’m not even slightly tempted to laugh—not with your mouth so close to my dick.”
“My mouth?” Leaning forward, she blew lightly on him, fascinated when his cock twitched in response.
“Jess.” Sounding slightly crazed, Conlan bumped his hips forward, pushing his steely length closer, his fingers tensing around hers. “Get on with it,” he choked out.
She wanted to. She also wanted to savor, watching this gorgeous man surrender to desire in the bright sunlight. She’d heard women say a man’s penis wasn’t beautiful the way a woman’s body was beautiful, but Conlan was. His cock’s blatant demand for her attention was all masculine beauty.
She leaned in slow, inch by inch by inch, before tentatively taking the swollen mushroom head between her lips.
“That’s it, baby,” he said, his rough hands disentangling her so he could grip her head and fine-tune the angle. He surged forward, forcing his way into her tight mouth, moaning in gratitude when she opened for more of him. “Take me in; suck that head.”
She laid one hand on his thigh, tracing the scar that named him a warrior, and laved his erection with her tongue, suckled gently, laved again. His taste appeased her hunger even as the musky male flavor multiplied it. God, she would never get enough of him.
“Ease down; that’s a good girl.” His deep voice coached and cajoled. She took him in again, easing down until he touched the back of her throat. She choked.
“It’s all right. Just relax,” he crooned. “Open up and let me in; you can take it. Suck me.”
She did. Careful of her teeth, she eased back, then forward, taking him as deep as she could. When the urge to gag hit, she followed his instructions, breathing in and swallowing. Her heart swelled at his agonized groans. Yes, that’s what she wanted—to give him pleasure.
Again.She set up a rhythm, gentle thrusts, traveling the length from his tip to the fingers she’d wrapped around the base, loving the feel of his meaty stalk in her mouth, down her throat.
“Harder; that’s it.God, baby.”
She could feel him getting close, his flesh swelling, throbbing in her fist, even as his hands stayed tender and easy on her head, his advances careful and controlled. Needing to explore, she lightly stroked his sac with her free hand. He rewarded her by leaning into her touch, his thrusts just that little bit more desperate. When she hummed her pleasure around him, she felt his sac tighten, draw up, the silken fuzz wrinkling as he neared climax.
“Jess.” His harsh tone matched his jerky movements, both pushing closer and closer to frantic.Almost there.She sucked harder. Once. Twice. Again. On the fourth stroke she felt him spurt, his warm cum filling the back of her throat with the taste of hot, salty male. She swallowed, continuing her rhythm, determined to get all he had to give.
The grip in her hair tightened just short of pain, holding her head steady, still. He strained, emptying into her mouth. “Ahh, baby.”
Conlan sagged over her, his body trembling. Jess locked her gaze on his face, his eyes closed in pure bliss, his body protective even as he shuddered in release. The most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. Unable to resist, she ran her tongue gently over his cock, taking her time, collecting every last drop of his essence—tangy, slick—enjoying the feel of him as he softened in her mouth, the freedom to touch him. She tongued the slit at the end, sucked gently, then let him go.
