Page 107 of A Lesson In Beginning

“No toys. No games. Just you and me. I know we want to take the relationship part of this slow, but tonight, I’d really like to just be me and you be you. Joel and Adah. Nothing more.”

I smiled against his lips, swaying to the soft music I had only just realized was playing in the background.

“I’d like that very much.”

His hands cupped my face, sliding beneath my hair and pulling me to him, holding me exactly where he wanted me as his kiss consumed me, fueling the fire that seemed to spark to life every time I was around him.

Slowly, he pulled the clothing from my body, removing each article with an utter tenderness that took my breath away. Kneeling before me, he placed butterfly-soft kisses against my stomach, his fingertips following the lines of my stretch marks with a reverence that stole my breath. He saw me. He accepted me.

His clothing came off much more quickly than mine had. I did not possess the same patience he did. I needed his body naked before me, just as I was before him.

I knelt before him, tugging the rough denim jeans from his hips, letting them pool on the floor along with his boxers. Kicking them aside, he looked down at me, his eyes dark and needy. His cock bobbed against his stomach, the tip shining with the arousal that seeped from the tip.

“I want to taste you, Joel. Show me how. Show me how to please you.” Though my words were submissive, the moment was not; my intent was not. I wanted to please him more than I wanted anything else at that moment.

My hand circled his length, holding him towards me as I paused, letting him lead me.

“Open your lips for me, love. Take me in your mouth. Slowly, softly. Taste me. Know me. Only me.”

His fingers threaded through my hair, holding it back lightly as he guided my lips to his tip. I wrapped my mouth around him, opening wide to fit his girth.

“Use your tongue, just there, on the underside.” He guided me slowly, letting me explore him. His taste covered my tongue, my groan sounding around the large girth of his head.

I took him in slowly, his hands guiding me further onto his length by slow increments until I became accustomed to the motions. My tongue flicked and played along the underside of his cock, teasing him, tormenting him.

Up and down, I bobbed my head, slowly gaining speed as I grew more comfortable with it. His groans of need played like the sweetest music to my ears, igniting my need for him. My thighs pressed together, rocking slowly as I yearned to be touched and played with by his masterful hands.

“Just like that. Christ, that’s good.”

His fingers tightened in my hair, but he did not use force. He let me take the lead, simply holding me steady with his hands as I moved up and down on his length.

“Relax your jaw. Take me in deeper.” Opening wider for him, he slipped further into my mouth, to the back of my throat. I wanted so desperately to take him completely in, but as the head of his cock nudged the back of my throat, I gagged. Pulling off of him completely for a moment, I regained my composure. I opened my mouth to take him in again, but he tugged on my hair, keeping me from tasting him as I wanted to.

“Enough.” His voice, tight and raspy with need, gave me pause. I looked up into his eyes, so dark they were almost black.

“Did I —”

“You did nothing wrong, love. But if I let you continue, this will be over before it’s truly begun. Now, up onto the bed. Let me love you.” Helping me to my feet, he pulled me in tight to his body, his cock twitching between us, my hand still wrapped around his girth.

Without parting, our kisses never ceasing, we fumbled our way to the bed, tumbling onto the soft mattress in a tangle of limbs and awkwardness. His smile against my lips only broke the mood for one single moment before his hands found my body again.

“Lay back for me, love. Let me look at you. Let me have my fill of you.”

Laid out on the bed before him, I watched as he kissed his way down my body, paying homage to each and every mark. Every freckle, every scar, every line of my body received praise from his lips as he found his way between my thighs. His tongue slipped over my folds, finding my clit throbbing for him.

“Joel.” I cried out as he flicked and teased me, savoring me with every move of his mouth over my pussy. My orgasm hit fast and hard, but he would not be denied the pleasure he sought from me. Fingers joined tongue as he plunged them deep inside of me, filling me and driving me wild.

My hands found his hair, tangling in its softness as I held him to me, my thighs closing in around his head as he brought me to the brink again, then pushed me over the edge as I screamed out his name.

Licking and lapping, he brought me down from the heights of my orgasm, keeping the embers of desire burning as he teased my sensitive clit with his tongue until I was a twitching, trembling mess beneath him.

“I need you. Let me have you.” I could only nod as he thrust inside of me, finding his home within my body.

My nails scratched over his back as he brought me to the brink and back down again with every stroke of his cock inside of me.

“Joel! Oh God!” I cried out, clinging to him as yet another orgasm washed over me.

Pulling out of me only long enough to flip us over, he laid back against the bed, drawing me to him. I straddled his body, sliding down onto his cock slowly, carefully, so that I could feel each and every inch of him.

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