Page 66 of The Problem with Perfect

“So, tonight probably isn’t going to look like what you think it will.”

Her head tilts to the side. “What do you mean?”

“We’re not going to have sex.”

One eyebrow rises high.

“Tonight is going to be about learning to have fun with your body in a sexual way. I don’t want you to be stressed in the back of your mind about when the sex is coming. Tonight is just about fun.”

“I thought sex is supposed to be fun,” she counters, and I have to say, it’s hard not to laugh when I see how irritated she is.

“Yes, but you can do other things that are fun too, and sex tends to bemorefun when you’re comfortable with yourself first.” I can tell she doesn’t entirely believe me, but at least she isn’t protesting. “Alright, so tonight…” I turn to power up my little Bluetooth speaker and scroll through my phone, pulling up the playlist I preselected. “We’re going to strip for each other.”

Bellamy freezes, then bursts into laughter.

It cuts off when I press play and a slow R&B song comes through the speaker with a deep bass.

“Neither of us needs to be an expert,” I tell her as I move to a spot in front of her, about two feet away. “We don’t have to be good at dance moves or know how to shake our hips a certain way.”

I step toward her and take her hands into mine then slide them under my shirt, slowly guiding them over my pelvic muscles and then up along my abs. My dick begins to throb in my jeans.

“We just have to feel confident in our bodies and the fact that the other person is turned on by us.”

Her eyes are wide, her pupils dilated as I bring her hands up to my pecs.

“Do I turn you on, Bellamy?”

She nods, though I can barely see it, and I grin when she drags her fingernails gently along my skin when I bring her hands back down.

“Do you like touching my body? Looking at it?”

She nods again, her hands beginning to move on their own as I pull my shirt over my head.

“I feel the same about you. And your body.”

Her eyes connect with mine, and I bite my lip before leaning in and pressing my lips to hers, loving how quickly she opens for me and tangles her tongue with mine. I pull back, take a few steps away, and finish my horrible striptease. I’ve never been great at this, and it’s not like I’m trying to be Magic Mike. Even so, there’s something erotic about stripping for her, and I’m already fully hard as I unbutton my jeans and slide them off, leaving me in just my boxers.

“Now, your turn,” I tell her.

Bellamy looks at me with wide eyes again, and I take her hand and gently pull her up, standing her where I just was then taking her place at the edge of the bed.

“Remember,” I tell her, “you enjoyed touching my body, you enjoyed looking at me as I took my clothes off. I feel the same.” I rub my hand over my boxers, squeezing my cock through the material. “Trust me. I amveryturned on.”

Bellamy licks her lips then begins to sway her hips to the music with her eyes closed. She runs her hand over her body—her stomach, her thighs, her breasts—then up into her hair before moving it back down again.

When she opens her eyes and looks at me again, I can tell she found that little bit of confidence she needed. She moves slowly, taking off her shirt then slowly unhooking her bra and letting her gorgeous tits bounce free. I grip the edge of the mattress to keep from reaching out for them.

She begins unbuttoning her shorts, shimmying slowly as she pulls them down and turns to show me the apples of her cheeks as she reveals her light blue thong and the gorgeous ass cheeks I want to sink my teeth into. Eventually, she drops them to the floor then turns to look at me, continuing to sway and move, before ditching the script and approaching me, wrapping her hands around my shoulders and straddling my hips. She presses her warm center against my aching dick where it’s still trapped beneath my boxers.

“Fuck, Bellamy,” I whisper, tugging her down for a kiss that slowly shifts from measured to filthy.

Our tongues tangle and she drops her mouth, kissing along my jaw before stroking her tongue down my neck, but she doesn’t stop there. She continues to kiss and lick a path down my chest, kneeling before me and gripping my hard shaft through the fabric with both hands.

I groan. She slips my cock through the fly and then shocks me when she pulls it snug between her tits and begins to jack me off. I grit my teeth, fighting to control myself becauseholy shit.

I don’t care what she has to say about her past experience—this girl doesn’t need sex lessons. I tug her up and bring her back to me so we’re kissing before I turn her and lay her out on the bed, returning her teasing by licking and kissing all over her body.

“Rusty,” she moans.

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