Page 29 of Bestie's Bossy Billionaire Brother
“Do you consider it sex?” she asks. “If nothing more happens?”
I let out an exhale, attempting to compose my thoughts.
“Well,” I start. “The purpose of oral sex is to provide pleasure andcanbe seen as a form of physical intimacy. However, whether or not it’s technically considered ‘sex’ can depend on each individual person’s definition and opinion.”
I pause for a moment as I observe Catherine’s reaction—she looks both intrigued and amused.
I give her a sheepish smile. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
She chuckles. “Because you’ve been teasing me so much about dating and sex lately. Now you’re the one who’s flushed.”
“Why are you asking about oral, anyway? Are you planning on having sex, after all?”
Catherine pauses, then lightly laughs. “No,” she says with a shake of her head. “But I figured I should know what I’m doing once I’m married, right? I may not have sex with anyone, but I might as well practice, so I’m prepared when the time comes.”
I scoff at her suggestion. “That’s ridiculous,” I tell her. “When the time comes, you’re going to be so caught up in the moment, you won’t want to stop at oral sex.”
She shoots me a scowl. “You think I can’t control myself?”
I shake my head with certainty. “Nobody can.”
“That doesn’t mean I can’t practice,” she says with a shrug.
I tilt my head curiously. “Why would you need to practice?”
She eyes me quizzically. “Why not? I think it would be much better to know what I’m doing before the situation arises.”
I gulp, my arousal pressing against my pants. Every instinct in me screams to close the distance between us, to do what I’ve been fantasizing about for what feels like an eternity in the most hidden corners of my mind. The urge to kiss her is overwhelming, a tidal wave of desire I’m struggling to hold back.
“Do you really want to learn how?” I ask, teetering on the edge. It’s been days of imagining how it would feel, the softness of her lips against mine, the response of her body as I pull her closer. Days of arguing with myself, trying to rationalize these thoughts away, to remind myself of the consequences.
If she says yes… I don’t know if I can fight this urge stirring within me any longer.
Finally, she nods, her lust-laden eyes glinting at me.
Gazing deep into her eyes, I take a moment to study her surprised yet eager expression.
“Why practice?” I breathe. “I can show you what to do.”
Catherine nods ever so slightly, obviously taken aback by my offer.
Without another word, I pull her in close and bring my lips to hers, the heat of her breath dancing against my skin.
I reach up and caress her face, and whisper, “Let me show you, Catherine.” My hands slide around her waist, pulling her closer as I brush my fingers over her skin. “I can teach you how to move, how to touch… how to make it feel good.”
“Please,” she breathes. “Teach me.”
I return my lips to hers. “Are you sure?”
She nods hungrily.
The desire between us builds and suddenly, neither one of us can keep our hands off each other. I lean in further, pressing her body against mine as we kiss passionately. Our tongues find their way around each other’s mouths, exploring one another with a newfound intensity as my hands move up to cup her face. I release a low and satisfied growl. Despite her lack of experience, she’s a natural, seamlessly adapting to my every move.
Eventually, we break away from each other, both of us panting slightly from the heat of the moment.
She sighs, her breath sweet and inviting. Before I can pull away, she moves her hand to my inner thigh and slowly massages it. “How is this?”
My heart pounding, I place my hand on her inner thigh and slowly open her legs. Her black lace panties are in full view, and it takes everything in me not to touch beyond her milky thighs.
