Page 32 of The Lessons

“Thank yo—oohh.”I tried not to groan, but that was very nice. Just as I was getting used to the sensation, his hand trailed to my thighs. They clenched in response, and I shut my eyes. I wasn’t used to someone touching me there.

“Bad?” Ryan whispered.

“No,” I breathed. I felt blood rush to that part of my body. It was different, but it certainly wasn’t bad. Then I felt him lean into me, his lips on my neck. He started kissing me, the heat of his breath increasing the sensations.

He brought his fingers to the front of my sex and slid inside my panties, gliding ever so lightly.

Holy shit.I was so sensitive, I could feel each little twitch of his hand. All I knew was that I needed to have that sensation again. I opened my legs for him a little, and his hand slipped down further, pressing against my nub.

“Whoa,” I gasped as I felt his touch echo through me.

“Does that feel okay?” he whispered in my ear.

I nodded, my brain already lost to the sensation.

He pulled me in closer so that my tits were pressed up against him. Then his mouth devoured my neck as he started to rub me faster. My wetness offered a slick welcome for his fingers, and he moved over me with ease.

I groaned a little.

“Does it feel good when I press against your clit?” he asked.

“Yes,” I panted.

I was embarrassed to be panting, but the sensation of his hard length pressed up against my thigh?well, it made my breath hitch with desire. Apparently, the lack of oxygen was just what I needed to propel me into an orgasm because after a few moments like that, I came. Not softly, either. No, I came hard—all white light and pulsing sensations. I held on tightly to Ryan as pleasure ripped through me, my hips bucking uncontrollably against his palm as I milked it for more of its glorious pressure.

Once I’d ridden the orgasm to it’s conclusion, I released Ryan from my death grip, a little embarrassed at the marks I’d made on his arm.

“Sorry,” I said, nodding foggily as I fell away.

The corners of his lips twitched up. “Nothing to be sorry for.” He paused for a moment.

I used the time to gather my senses, which had evaporated along with my self-consciousness during that demonstration.

“How was that, Natalie?”

I looked up at the ceiling, not able to answer the question while looking at him. “Uh, good. Real good. Thanks for that.” I immediately regretted my choice of words.Thanks?Brilliant, Reese.

“My pleasure,” he replied matter-of-factly. “Your body is very responsive, Natalie. That’s a good thing.”

“Uh, thank you?”

Ryan was silent for a while as he traced the outline of my hips with his fingers. My skin, post-orgasm, felt highly sensitive. I had to admit, I wouldn’t have minded doing that again. So you can imagine my shock when he said:

“Well, shall we continue?”

There was more?

Man, this guy was even more of an overachiever than I was. I thought for sure this was a big enough step for today, but he was the expert. If he thought my treatment should continue, well, I could take another orgasm, sure.

I looked over at him and nodded. “Um, yeah. Sure. Ready when you are.”

I had expected his hand to return to my crotch, so I was surprised when he smiled and hoisted himself above me again. No matter, though, because once again I was greeted with the glorious visual of Ryan Andrews over me. The man was in excellent shape, and this position caused every muscle in his arms and thighs to flex. It was very… attractive.

He gave me a long, deep kiss, but as soon as I started kissing back, he left me and began to trail kisses down my stomach. His rough fingers traced the outline of my waist and then my hips. I lingered in the sensation for a moment, but then a beat later I immediately flew to red alert.Fuck, he isn’t doing what I think he might be doing? Is he? Oh, no, he is…

He backed up slowly, pushing the cover off the bed until his body was at my feet, and his lips were kissing my thighs. I thanked God again for Maria, the woman who’d waxed me last week. At least I could be confident that everything was well maintained down there. I took a deep breath as little pulses of electricity radiated from my thighs.

“You have very soft thighs, Natalie,” he murmured. “I’m going to take your panties off now.”

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