Page 28 of Crave

His eyebrows lift, and I can hear his deep voice sayingbeautiful.

Before I rise, he twines one of my red curls around his finger.

I put my simple clothes on and look back at him one more time. He’s sprawled on the bed, relaxed and at ease. A different man.

There’s peace in this silence.

We both smile. I tiptoe out and walk into the moment before dawn.

TEACH ME

Mia fidgeted with her cosmo in the crowded London bar. Tonight, she would meet him.

Him.

The older man she’d been texting for a week.

The man who’d kept her awake at night and distracted during the day.

The man with the roguish smile, the witty banter, and the dirty mind.

Quickly, she opened the dating app on her phone and swiped to Aaron. His photo was taken from the side. He grinned rakishly at the camera, his sandy blond hair falling in his face. He was forty, fit, handsome — close to twenty years older than her.

And he made her delirious with excitement.

She glanced around. People jostled her on either side, rubbing elbows, but they were too drunk and noisy to pay any attention. Hiding her phone inside her fuzzy jacket, she found the video she’d watched so many times, she’d practically worn out the screen: a beautiful cock, flushed with arousal, the skin tight and shiny, gripped in its owner’s fist. That fist shamelessly jacked it, becoming a blur, until creamy cum spurted out, flying all over the big male hand.

Mia’s mouth watered, and her pussy buzzed insistently. With the text that followed the video —kneel between my legs and clean me up, baby girl —she’d stroked herself to a frantic orgasm. Countless times. God, he was delicious.

“Aaron,” she murmured, scanning the bar. Her nipples tightened and her whole body flamed at the prospect of finally meeting him. Seeing him, hearing his voice.

Touching him.

At first, they’d just chatted. The subjects ranged from philosophy to their favorite bands to embarrassing childhood stories. He’d made her laugh out loud. Snorting tea out her nose in a cafe, in fact.

Then she got up the courage to confess four things:

She’d always wanted to be with an older man.

She was shy.

She was kinky.

She wanted to be taught.

And he drank it up. Always respectful, always making sure she was willing, but filthier by the day. He led her down a rabbit hole that started with dirty talk.

Pictures followed.You have the most beautiful tits, little girl. So big and firm, your pink nipples begging for my tongue.

Then came the videos. He coaxed her to hold her phone close to her slick pussy and stroke her swollen clit for him until she exploded in a flash of pleasure.

Mia loved the coaxing. She loved yielding to him, following his increasingly dirty orders. In the end, what took her over the edge in that video was knowing how much she pleased him.

God, she was wet. She squirmed on the barstool. They’d agreed to just talk at this first meeting. Get to know each other. Aaron had assured her he didn’t expect anything.

What if I want you to expect something?she’d teased.

She smoothed her long dark hair, streaked with purple, and glanced down. Under her jacket, a low-cut black shirt showed her generous cleavage. Her short plaid skirt rode up her thighs, encased in black tights, as she scuffed one sneaker against the other.

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