Page 74 of A Lesson In Beginning

“Put it in your mouth, beautiful. Suck me.”

It was uncomfortable, wrapping my lips around the girth of his head, but as he rocked gently into my mouth, the head of him brushing over my tongue, it was his cries of bliss that spurred me on, igniting a powerful urge to please deep within me.

I gave myself over to it, obeying his command.

Don’t overthink it. Just give in and surrender to the moment.

His fingers laced and twisted in my hair, holding me to him, yet allowing me the freedom to move as I pleased. And move I did. I explored him with my mouth, licking up his arousal with a hunger I was unaware I possessed. The strength of his thighs beneath my hands, sparse with hair, clenched and released over and over beneath my hands.

I wanted to pleasure him. I wanted to please him. I wanted him. If I could make him feel even a fraction of the pleasure he had made me feel, then I would be in utter and blissful heaven.

“Enough.” He growled after a few more minutes of my amateurish — but enthusiastic — ministrations, tugging lightly at my hair, pulling me from his aching cock. “Christ, Adah. Are you pouting?”

I realized in an instant that I was, in fact, pouting.

“I want to please you. Show me what I can do better. Show me how to please you properly. Please, Joel.” I was begging. And I didn’t care a bit.

He pulled me up, sitting up to meet me as his hand pulled me closer until our lips were almost touching.

“You’re going to be the death of me, woman.” His tongue licked and played at my lips, tasting himself on me. “But it’s my turn, love.”

I shrieked as he flipped me over in one swift motion, hovering over me as my head hit the bed below. His hips, cradled within the nook of my thighs, pressed and rocked against me, just as we had on the couch.

Keening, I arched into him, my cries of tormented pleasure swallowed by his mouth as he claimed me over and over again with nothing more than the heat of his kiss and the maddening grinding of his hips against mine.

Hands moved up my sides, gripping both wrists in his larger hands and holding them captive just above my head.

“Stay. Stay right there, just like that, and do not move. Let’s see how well you can listen.” I felt his smirk curl against my lips before his kisses moved lower.

Hands left mine, and I immediately fought the urge to lower them, to thread my own fingers through his tresses. The softness of his hair brushed against my body as he kissed his way lower.

A single hand slipped under the curve of my lower back as I arched into his mouth, his teeth grazing over the swell of my breast just above the fabric of my bra. I barely registered him flicking the clasp of my bra open. It wasn’t until he moved my hands, pulling them to his chest as he knelt over me in order to slide the straps down and toss the article off behind him to join our other discarded clothing, leaving me bare chested clear to my waist, that I grasped what he had done.

I had never been so naked with a man before, not even when I had given birth. But there was no fear in me. Not now. Not with his hungry gaze ravishing my body, foretelling exactly what his lips and tongue and hands wished to do to me. I read it all, right there in his heated gaze.

His hands moved mine up above my head once more, telling me with only a singularly imperative look to keep them there as he had commanded. I nodded once. His lips found my nipple, wrapping around the stiffened peak and sucking it into his mouth.

Tongue flicking, teeth grazing, he drove me near to an orgasmic frenzy with his mouth alone. My hips lifted, rocking up against his, only to be spurned as he moved away, never allowing me the friction I desperately sought.

“Please, Joel. Please!”

“Not yet.” His heated breath fanned against my stomach as he kissed lower, moving down the bed, mirroring my earlier actions.

Fingers slipped beneath the elastic of my panties, tugging them down, as his lips peppered kisses over the stretch mark laden landscape of my stomach. Lower and lower he pulled them down, moving past where I wanted his touch most, moving down over my thighs as he pulled the panties off of my legs, tossing them away.

Strong hands pulled my thighs apart, lips kissing up the inside of my thighs as he settled himself between my legs.

“Joel.” Nerves overtook me. My fingers intertwined tightly as I resisted the urge to cover myself, to not let him see the most intimate part of me; the part I’d never willingly let another man see. Willingly.

“You’re stunning.” His whispered reverence had me trembling, his fingers slipping the folds of my sex open for his perusal. I didn’t have more than a moment to feel a twinge of remembered fear before his tongue was there, right there, licking and flicking over the bud of my clit, just as his fingers had done during our last scene.

But this was different. Pleasure rocketed through me, ricocheting off of every nerve I possessed, leaving my mouth agape as I struggled to remember my name, or how to breathe, or how to do anything other than obey.

Perhaps that was the entire point.

So, I closed my eyes, relaxed my body, and let the pleasure wash over me. His tongue danced, fingers exploring lower, slipping inside of me and pushing me towards the climax he had me greedily longing for.

His fingers pumped in and out of me, faster and faster, until my legs clenched and my orgasm crashed over me. Arching into his mouth with wild abandon, I could no longer obey. My hands found his hair, holding him to me, and he licked and lapped at me to utter, beautiful destruction.

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