Page 90 of The Lessons

It was a powerful feeling, being able to take him like that.

As we locked eyes, he gripped my hips with his hands. “Rock your hips,” he grunted.

I slowly started to roll my hips back and forth, and his eyes disappeared into the back of his head again. As I continued, I felt my core clench around him, pulsing with an exquisite, deep throb.

I tried leaning forward, and as I did, the sensation heightened. I braced myself against his arms and watched as his hips started to jerk beneath me.

“Slower,” he said, his facial muscles tight.

I slowed down, even though it did nothing to slow the swell of my impending orgasm. It was heavy and foreboding, like the air of a summer storm. I knew the lightning wasn’t far behind. As he started to roll his hips in time with mine, I could tell I was done for.

“I’m going to come,” I panted as my tits bounced to the rhythm of his thrusts. I gasped for air as everything around me faded away.

“Wait for me,” he commanded.

The weight of his stare was intoxicating, and my mind dissolved. I wanted to listen. Really, I did. “I can’t,” I begged, barely holding on.

“Okay. Now.”

Brain, body, heart. Everything exploded into one as I fell into an ocean of pleasure, the tidal forces of my orgasm ripping me apart. I could barely prop myself up as he pulled me against him, using the jerk of my hips to coax his own climax.

I stayed above him, savoring the feeling of lightheadedness before eventually slipping off to the side, a puddle of relaxation.

“That was awesome. Was that the cowgirl position?” I murmured, turning over and looking at him.

He chuckled. “How do you know what it’s called?”

“Hey, caveman, there’s this thing they invented called the Internet.”

“Touché, Ms. Reese, touché.” He turned over to face me and ran his hand along my bare back down to my hips.

I glanced up at him. “Is there any sort of limit on the number of things we can try during a session?”

He raised his eyebrows at me and actually looked shocked for a second. “I don’t think I’ve ever had that request.” He glanced down, and his cock didn’t seem to argue. “But I don’t see why not.”

I smiled. “That’s great because there’s this other position that I heard about…”

We fell against the mattress, panting and covered in sweat.

“Okay, I think that one might be my favorite.”

“I wouldn’t have pegged you for a doggy-style kind of girl.”

I wrinkled my nose. “What kind of girl did you think I was?”

He shrugged. “Straight-up missionary.”

I wrinkled my nose further. “Isn’t that what the boring people are supposed to like?”

This made him laugh. “I wouldn’t say that. Some people like it because you’re facing each other. Eye contact and all that.”

Oh. I did like the eye contact. And all that.

“Hmm. Maybe you’re right. I guess I should try everything more than once.”

Ryan’s eyes sparkled. “Mm. Yes, that sounds like a good idea. I mean, as your therapist, I would definitely recommend trying everything more than once.”

I rolled over toward him. “Glad we’re on the same page.”

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