Page 76 of Show Me How
The blue in her eyes deepens, nearly grey as she rubs her panty-clad sex over my cock. Her movements are smoother now, controlled yet still a bit frazzled. It’s a goddamn mix of everything, and I’m realizing quickly that it’s going to be that way for a long while. No matter how many lessons we have, she is going to have me questioning everything I’ve known about women. There’s no fucking question about it.
Millie keeps her eyes open, watching me. I let her, holding her gaze while moving along with her, enamoured by the teeth burying themselves into her lip, pulling on it when she pulls away from my mouth. She exhales loudly before grinding harder, tipping her head forward to watch. My chin digs into her forehead as she looks at the small gap between our bodies and moans. It’s soft, near silent, yet manages to roar through my ears.
“Tell me how it feels,” I demand, hardly recognizing my voice.
She quivers in my hands, innocent eyes holding steady. “What?”
“How does it feel?”
Her helpless little hum isn’t the response I’m looking for.
Abandoning her waist, I take her chin between my fingers, squeezing it just enough to keep her in place. “This is another lesson, Millie. You need to be open with how pleasure makes you feel. Tell me what makes you feel good, and what you need for it to feel better.”
“I don’t know how to do that,” she whispers, continuing to move on my lap.
My chest blazes as I nod, guiding her face as close as possible to mine, our lips brushing. She whimpers. “Stop thinking so hard.”
Her eyes stay locked on mine while I shift my other hand behind her to palm her ass. I slip it beneath the short hem of her skirt, feeling hot, bare skin.
“This okay?” I ask.
She tightens her hold on my hair, making the roots burn. “Yes.”
I massage it, digging my fingers in before moving my palm over it. Millie’s body goes still when I shift my touch lower, to the dip between her ass and thigh. Gently, I push further. The damp fabric between her legs wets the tip of my finger as I press hard enough to part her beneath it. My vision darkens as I narrow into this feeling.
Millie jerks forward, but not away, and I let go of her chin. In a blink, she’s doing the opposite and pushing back into my touch, encouraging me to continue.
“What do you want me to do next?” I bite out.
Her throat bulges with a swallow. “I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do.” I let a second finger join the first, spreading them in a way that stretches her panties tight, outlining her slick pussy. Ignoring how good she feels like this, I let my gaze grow harder, more demanding. “Tell me.”
She pulls on my hair almost in punishment for my demands, and I let my lips tug up at the corner before pressing them to hers. I drag her lip into my mouth and bite down on it, making sure she feels the slight sting of it between her legs.
“This lesson isn’t about making me feel good. It’s about me making someone else feel like that,” she argues, voice tight.
“You never touch a man’s cock without making sure he gets you off first. Not ever, Millie. That’s why we’re starting here. With you.”
I give in. Without hearing her ask me for it, I hook a finger into the side of her panties and pull it out of my way. She’s exposed beneath this tiny fucking skirt of hers, and I know the moment she feels it. A tight, stifled whine escapes from her lips, filling my mouth.
“Gonna play with you bare unless you tell me otherwise,” I warn, hovering my touch over where I know she’s dripping.
The speed at which she nods only drives me further insane. I want to hear the words more than anything. It’s important that she feels comfortable with herself enough to be vocal about what she needs, and yeah, I’m a selfish fuck who wants to hear her beg me too.
“Approval, Millie. Give it to me,” I snap.
Something cracks inside of her. “Yes. Yes, you can touch me there.”
I slide the tip of my finger through her slit, letting it grow slick before bringing it to the small, swollen nub. Tapping it once, I watch her shake in my lap, releasing my hair just long enough to push against my chest. She leans back, using a tight hold of my shirt to keep herself from falling completely off my lap.
Eyes wide, she watches as I move my hand between us, the shine of her arousal on my fingers. Without lifting her skirt, I reach beneath it again, using the new angle to trace circles over her clit.
“Good, Millie?” I ask lowly.
“Mmmm.”
I still. “Words.”
