Page 73 of A Lesson In Beginning

“But you’re naked.”

“Yes, I am. Don’t think about it. Just feel. Just explore.” He slid me over him, my thighs straddling his hips, his erection pressing into the swell of my butt.

“What if I do it wrong?” I knew I was not obeying the rules we had put into place, but the insecurity flooded me, dampening my arousal to barely an ember of desire.

“First of all, that’s not possible. Not even a little bit. I have a gorgeous woman on top of me. I hit the fucking lottery.”

“What’s a lottery?”

“Nevermind. All I’m saying is that you have nothing to worry about. Just explore. With your hands, your lips, your tongue. Whatever you want, whatever feels good, do it. Explore me.”

His hips rocked, pressing into me as his hands pressed me backwards. I slipped lower onto his body, my hands finding purchase on his chest to hold me upright. Then he swiveled his hips, the hard edge of his arousal pressing right there, right there, where I wanted him most.

“Oh!”

“Just like that, love. Explore me. Touch me. Taste me. Use this opportunity wisely, because after tonight, you’re mine again. I will touch you everywhere. I will kiss you everywhere. And I will make you scream my name until the neighbors hear.”

“Joel.” My whimpered plea only seemed to make him harder, his hips rocking faster against my core.

“What’s wrong, love?”

“Well, what if I want all of that tonight?” I bit my lower lips nervously, his eyes lowering to where my teeth worried the kiss-swollen flesh.

“Christ, you’re going to kill me, woman. If that’s what you want, then you have to do this first. Now, are you going to be a good girl and listen, or are you going to continue bratting?”

Instead of answering, I leaned forward, kissing him again. My hands moved over his chest as he rocked my hips back and forth, finding a rhythm only he seemed to know, but one that had me gasping and whimpering against his chest. My kisses moved over him, my tongue flicking out to tease one flat nipple.

He swiveled his hips, holding my own hips down hard just as my fingers moved over his belly. Instead of the feather light touch I had begun, my nails raked downwards; the only response my body could manage at the spike of white-hot pleasure that flooded me as his rock hard erection pressed against my aching clit.

Hands moved up my body as I slid lower, kissing my way down his abdomen. His skin was warm beneath my lips, and salty under the flicks of my tongue. His fingers threaded through my hair as I moved lower, his erection leaving a trail of moisture on my clothing as I moved over him.

Annoyed by the way my clothing interfered and emboldened by my ignited passions, I sat up and pulled my dress over my head, tossing it aside.

“Oh, fuck me, yes!” He groaned as he took in the sight of me in only the black lace bra and matching panties I wore beneath the simple clothing. If that was his response to frilly, pretty things, I would beg Ruth to take me shopping tomorrow.

His hands found their way back to my hair, piling it up behind my head as I made my way low enough that I came face to face with his rock hard member.

I looked at his length. I wanted to touch it. To kiss it.

My fingers slipped around his girth, surprised at how small my hand looked in comparison.

“Just like that, love. Wrap your fingers around me.”

“I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Let me teach you.” His hand wrapped around my own, guiding it up and down his length, tightening my grip on him. His groan of pleasure-filled satisfaction had my panties soaking wet with desire. I wanted to make him groan like that, to make sounds like that, all because of my touch. Mine.

His tip, beaded with his own arousal, called to me. I licked my lips, wondering how it would taste.

“Go ahead, love. Taste me.”

My eyes fluttered up to him, his eyes full of lust, desire, and a darkness that called to me like a siren’s song. I nodded, pushing aside my trepidation, letting desire squash any doubts that I may have had.

With gentle pressure on the back of my head, he guided me to his hardened length. My lips touched the tip tentatively, kissing it. His arousal was slick, the crown of his cock swollen and throbbing against my lips.

“Explore me. Touch me. Taste me.”

My tongue flicked against the beaded pearl at his tip, the salty sweetness of his arousal spreading over my tongue. His hips rocked slightly. His restraint at that moment was evident in the way his thighs clenched and trembled beneath me. My tongue licked and laved, slipped and slid over the head of his erection.

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