Page 57 of A Lesson In Beginning

“Where?” His breath fanned over my breasts, his hands moving down my waist, over my hips and to my thighs. Need vibrated through every square inch of my skin, just beneath the surface.

“There. Please!”

“Where, love? Be a good girl and tell me.” His teeth grazed my nipple, tugging on it enough to make me gasp. My hips rolled, undulating in search of friction that would almost certainly lead to satisfaction.

“Between my legs.” I finally managed to mutter the words, my face flushing brilliantly red with sheer mortification that was only slightly diminished by the pleasure his lips and tongue wrought over my body. I could feel that blush spreading down my neck and over my chest, and a tiny part of my brain registered that Joel had accomplished at least part of what he had set out to achieve tonight, seeing how far he could make it spread.

Hands slid around my knees, pressing them open wider as they trekked up along the sensitive inner flesh that had not been touched by another person in so long I barely remembered the feeling. In truth, nothing had ever felt like this. Nothing at all.

“Here?” He asked, his lips moving slowly back up over my collarbone towards my ear. His thumbs brushed higher on my inner thighs, pressing them wider still.

“No.” The word choked back in my throat as my hips rocked back and forth, desperate for his touch, for the satisfaction I had only just begun to fathom.

“Here?” His breath fanned over the shell of my ear. I arched my back as his thumbs brushed against the space where thigh meets body, mere inches from where I wanted him most, where I needed him most.

“Joel, please!” As soon as the words left my lips, he was there, his thumb brushing over the seam of my sex. His lips found mine, stealing my breath and making me forget anything and everything that existed in this world outside of him and that thumb just brushing up and down.

“Here?” Deep, rich, sultry toned seduction; that’s what his voice was, and heaven help me, it did things to me.

Arms wrapping around his neck, I clung to him, holding him to me as his hand touched my most intimate place. The pleasure roared through my body like fire; the flames licking along every nerve ending, every inch of skin, lighting me ablaze with passion and pleasure.

“Rock for me, love. Right here. Right fucking here.” His words barely breathed against my lips as his hand pushed me towards the climax I craved. Before I could answer, his lips took mine again. Lips caressing, teeth tugging, tongues exploring, I lost myself in the feel of him, just him, nothing but him.

My hips followed his instruction, my mind racing, turning and tumbling into the pleasure that grew, and grew, and grew until finally I was there. His hand squeezed my thigh, nails digging in through the fabric of my dress as I fell over the edge of pleasure into ecstasy. The pain in his grip only pushed me further.

“Joel! Oh, God!” I cried out, head thrown back as his lips caressed the long line of my neck to my collarbone and back, guiding me and leading me through my pleasure until I was nothing more than a trembling bundle in his arms.

Slowly, my eyes blinked as reality came crashing back down on me. I sat back up slowly, shakily. When had I laid back down? I couldn’t remember. I could barely remember where I was.

“No, don’t do that, love.” His gentle rebuke confused me.

“Don’t do what?”

“Don’t leave me. Stay right here. Eyes on me.” His deep blue eyes locked on mine as I matched my breathing to his. “Christ, how I need you. You are incredible.”

His hands cupped my face, kissing me once, softly, before sliding around to the nape of my neck where he played with the long plait of my braid.

“May I?” I nodded without thinking and felt his hands untying the elastic at the end and his fingers running through the criss-crossed lengths until my hair tumbled down around me in wavy curls. “Wow.” His eyes scanned over me, from the top of my head down to my waist and back up again.

Blushing under his heated gaze, I whispered, “What?”

“You are stunning. Absolutely stunning. You should always keep your hair down for me when we are together.” I grinned, wishing I could hide my face as I found myself unable to keep my thoughts from showing in my expressions.

My hands found his top knot. “Fair’s fair.” I teased him and he chuckled, nodding his head. I took his hair out gently, carefully letting his long hair tumble down before threading my fingers through the soft strands. “It’s so soft!”

He kissed me again, softly, sweetly, nearly making me melt into his arms again. Our hands explored one another slowly, completely chaste in our intentions.

“Thank you, Joel.” My whispered thanks had his brow arching in confusion.

“Silly, beautiful girl. Did you think I was done with you?” I mirrored his previous confusion, gasping a moment later when his hand found the bottom hem of my dress and slipped beneath. “I’m nowhere near done with you.”

His growling response was all the warning I received before his lips found mine, the earlier passion reignited in an instant as his fingers trailed up my inner thighs to the apex of my sex once more, this time grazing directly over my panty-covered slit. But clothing did not deter him now. No, his fingers delved under the hem, finding me bare beneath, and sliding between my soaking wet folds.

“Oh my God, Joel!” I gasped against his lips.

“Right here, love. Stay right here with me. I’ve got you.” Teeth bit at my lips, his fingers finding that nub at the top of my slit, circling and strumming against it in a pattern I’d never felt, had never thought to try, and my pleasure skyrocketed in an instant.

“Eyes on me. Right here. I want to watch you as you cum for me again.” His lips, barely a few breaths away, locked on mine as I clung to him, my hips rocking gently as he worked my sex into a frenzy.

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