Page 31 of Wilder Puck
“I mean, you are really hot too,” I confess once he’s in his underwear. I’m staring at the bulge now. “Take those off.”
“Well, uh, do you have any advice so far?” he asks.
I shake my head, waiting impatiently.
“No feedback…at all?”
I release my bottom lip, not realizing I was chewing on it. “Feedback? You are, surprisingly, a really good kisser. Like phenomenal. You must get a lot of practice. And you are charming. The things you’re saying–” I whistle. “Careful, Wilder.”
He lifts his arms and asks, “And what about this? Do you like what you’re working with?”
My eyes travel down his abs and to the hottest v-line ever. He does a turn, so I check out his shoulders and his ass. I gulp, trying not to drool. “Good,” I murmur.
“Youare the charming one, Ads.”
We both break into a smile. He crawls onto the bed, so I fall back onto the pillow.
“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” he asks.
I gently nod as my hands trace his back. “Are you going to be okay?”
He leans down, pressing his body on me, and holy shit, we need to stop talking.
“I’m going to be more than okay,” he reassures me. “I want to work you up,” he whispers.
“I’m already worked up,” I say. I just want to get to it because I’m excited. I didn’t know I would be this comfortable with him above me. It doesn’t feel awkward. It’s exciting as hell.
He doesn’t listen as he lowers his body onto mine and kisses me. When his boner rubs on me, I moan. Oh, god. I need it in my mouth or something. He thrusts against me, and Ihate that our underwear is interfering with possibly the hottest vanilla sex out there.
He glances down at my body as I confess, “I lied about having vanilla sex.”
“What?” he asks, leaning up.
“Yeah,” I say, swirling my finger around his chest. “I felt bad you were having boring sex, so I fibbed a little to make you feel better.”
His expression hardens. “Then what kind of sex do you have?”
“More than missionary, but I guess it’s pretty boring other than that. I really do need feedback. I think I could probably do more.”
He nods his head, biting his tongue. “Right. Yeah. It depends on what you’re going for.” He glances around the room. “There’s vanilla sex. You pretend to moan without an orgasm and you lay there while I do all the work. If you want to be wild, you could take matters into your own hands and ride me. If you want to get really dirty, I could think of a few other things.”
I slip a finger under his underwear, feeling his stub, as I say, “Let’s do it all.”
He looks between my eyes. “I guess that would be best…” He clears his throat. “Best for practicing.”
“Oh yeah, we can schedule practice,” I offer.
“Yeah, like our Monday runs.”
I nod. “Exactly. So tonight, we’ll have vanilla sex, and then we’ll try more things another time.”
He observes my face and says, “Another time? Yes.”
“Okay,” I smile. “Can you take these off for me, please?”
He kisses me down my body, asking permission to pull off my underwear. Keeping his eyes locked with mine, he removes my thong and tosses it aside. When he tugs his boxers off, Iwatch. My body is exploding with nerves as he drops it to the ground and steps out of it.
There it is.
