Page 62 of The Lessons

“Are you ready?” I whispered.

She nodded, her eyes closed tight.

“Let’s make sure.” I held her with one hand while the other made its way down to her pussy, running one finger along her folds.Jesus.She was soft and tender and really, really wet. I mean, soaking. I felt my cock grow even harder against her.

“You’re so wet, Natalie,” I murmured. It was…a scientific observation. Yes. Back to science. Trying to help her understand the sensations she was experiencing. That is, until curiosity got the best of me, and I veered off course. “Was it the phone call? Thinking about your boyfriend?”

Waaaay off course.

I expected her to sit up in bed and throw me out for that comment. But she didn’t. Instead, she breathed “For you,” clearly lost in the moment.

Thank God her eyes were closed because that gave me the biggest, stupidest, grin. I tried not to get too excited: I knew from experience that women (and probably men) will say anything during sex. I turned my attention back to her pleasure, flicking her clit with my thumb, and her hips responded by rocking back and forth, searching for more. No, this woman actually wasn’t like a science experiment at all. Everything I did seemed to elicit a perfect, textbook reaction. Not like some of the women I’d worked with in the past, where you had to focus for hours just to get them aroused. With Natalie, it was easy, natural. Now the only thing standing in my way was me, my ethics, and my deep, strong desire to fuck her brains out. I wanted to fuck her so hard that it made her forget the name of her date. Permanently.

I returned to her nub, palming it gently as I took one finger and slowly guided it inside her. Holy shit, she was tight. And responsive. I felt her clench around me as she ground her clit against my palm. My eyes flicked back up to her face; I loved watching her reaction to being touched; it was fascinating. As I rubbed her, her brow furrowed as if she was concentrating on something. I took out my finger, and there was a momentary loss that registered on her face, so I took two fingers and plunged them in.

She let out a little whimper.

“Too much?” I asked, trying to be polite. We were working up to what I was going to do to her, and I didn’t want to scare her away. Yet.

“No— Don’t stop.” She was panting now.

I curled my fingers, slowly massaging that soft spot deep inside.

Natalie responded expertly, gripping my back and digging her nails into me. She liked it.

I looked down at her once more. Her cheeks were pink, and she was sopping wet and ready for me, so I withdrew my fingers just as she was approaching orgasm and spread her knees with my legs. I knelt between her, grabbed a foil packet off the nightstand, and ripped it with my teeth. Slipping the condom over my throbbing cock, I angled her into just the right position.

I tested her first with just the tip, checking to see how she’d react.

She gasped, and her eyes flew open. “It’s not going to fit! It’s too big!” she exclaimed, pressing her hands against my chest.

I chuckled softly and caressed her face with my hand. “As good as that feels for my ego, don’t worry. It will fit. I just had two of my fingers inside you. You’re ready. Trust me. I promise I’ll go slow. Just close your eyes and breathe.”

She looked at me a moment longer and then nodded and closed her eyes.

I lowered myself into her, going even more slowly than I’d promised. Okay, if I was being honest, it was more for me than for her. I stared at her face the whole time I was entering her, savoring her reaction. Seeing the flood of emotion cross her face as I filled her was unlike anything I’d ever witnessed.

It. Was. Awesome.

“Are you okay?” I asked once I was fully in. I was surprised she could take it. “Does it hurt?”

“Mmmhmm. No, good,” she said, and that was my green flag.

Natalie

I opened my eyes a little, venturing to peek at the man over me. Ryan’s eyes darkened as they caught mine and burned into me. He was fully inside me now, and to my surprise, I’d only felt a light pinch before I’d opened up and wrapped myself around him. I felt full, fuller than I’d ever been, but it was amazing. I tightened around him as he rocked against me and softly moaned as he slid inside me.

Moaning is good, right?

“God, Natalie, you feel so good.” He grunted as his hips pressed against me in perfectly slow waves. “Is this too much?”

I felt a tinge of pride as the sensation built and could barely squeak out a response. “No, keep going,” I gasped. My core was expanding to accommodate him, and I started to feel myself build. Was I doing this right? It felt like I was doing this right.

“Am I doing this right?”

He laughed and looked down at me. “There’s no wrong way, babe.”

Babe?

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