“Stop asking me if it’s okay. It is.”
“I want to be sure—”
“Tate, I trust you. Know that. Who else would take years to kiss me? Only you. But we don’t have time anymore, and you don’t have to hold back anymore. Not with me.”
I pulled back and tilted my head. “What do you mean?”
“I mean we don’t need to wait years anymore.”
There was something she wasn’t telling me. Something I was missing.
Her movements took on a desperate quality, like she was trying to urge me on before I could say no, and I warred with myself. All I’d ever wanted was to be with her. But I also wanted to do things right. With her under me like this, I didn’t know if I’d be able to take my time because I wanted her so fucking badly.
But I’d wanted her forever. I could wait a little longer.
Apparently that wasn’t her plan, however, given how she gripped my dick through my jeans and gave a long, decadent stroke.
“Fuck,” I hissed.
I started kissing down her neck, inhaling the strawberry scent of her thick hair and the almond scent of her skin.
She leaned into the bed away from me, and I got confused. Then she unbuttoned her shirt and whipped it off, and I was in love and lust all over again.
Her lacy bra was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen, although she could’ve worn a dingy cotton bra, and I’d have loved it.
“You’re gorgeous,” I murmured against her collarbone, kissing it. I reached back to the collar of my T-shirt and tugged it over my head. She eyed my torso with appreciation.
I pressed my body to hers, and now we were warm skin on warm skin, and oh god more please.
I didn’t know if I trusted myself to do more. Or if I should do anything more than kiss her and feel her up.
But she started fumbling with the button on my pants, and I looked at her in surprise. “We don’t need to rush.”
“I want you.” Her simple words hit me somewhere deep. She bit her lip, and I couldn’t hold back anymore.
I started tugging on her shorts, but she reached down, unzipped, and slid them off.
She lay on my bed in nothing but her bra and underwear, her long, wild hair spread out like she’d already been debauched. Just like in my fantasies.
“Please,” she whispered and beckoned me to come on top of her.
I didn’t know what to do first. I decided to admit this to her. Because I could tell her anything.
So I whispered in her ear, “I want to be a sex god, but I’ve got no idea what I’m doing.”
She smiled, and for the first time, she seemed relaxed. She stroked the top of my head with care. “That very thing—the fact that you tell me you don’t know what you’re doing—is what makes you a sex god. Because all that matters is that you listen to me. Truly. Everything else, we’ll figure out. I just want to figure it out with you.”
“I did some homework,” I admitted. And I reached off to the side and pulled out the book.
Her breath intake was sharp, her eyes shrewd and calculating with some mischief behind them. “I can’t wait to see what you learned.”
I slid the straps of her bra down her shoulders, and she reached behind her to unhook it in the back.
Then she was topless, and I almost fainted. Those red nipples needed to be sucked, so I did. I kissed each in turn, then headed to her navel, kissing a path downward.
She struggled to sit up and see me. “What are you doing?”
I looked up at her from where I lay between her legs, my nose just below her bellybutton. “Want me to stop?”
“No. Just. I’ve never done that before.” She threw her arm over her eyes.
I smiled and kissed her skin. “Me neither, but I’m dying to try. You good?”
She nodded vigorously, and I scooted down and kissed her between her legs over her panties. I inhaled her scent and had never been this turned on before. You couldn’t smell porn—probably a good thing—and she didn’t smell like the peaches I’d practiced on. Obviously. But I liked it a hell of a lot.
I kissed her pelvic bones and pulled her underwear off, then stepped back, just looking at her. She tried to hide herself with her arms, but I stopped her.
“Don’t,” I whispered. “Please let me see you. Let me remember this for the rest of our lives.”
Her smile fell, and I didn’t know why. I decided she needed affection. I crawled up her body, kissed her one more time on the lips, and drew her into my arms for a hug.
She clung to me.
Then she whispered, “Thanks. I really do trust you. And I want this.”
I bent down to rub my nose against hers, and then we started kissing ravenously, like we couldn’t get enough.
When we broke apart, I watched her. She seemed more relaxed. I drew my nose down her body until I got to the place between her legs, and I nuzzled it. I held out my tongue and took a tentative lick, and oh, god, yes, we needed to do this now.
She arched off the bed so hard, I wondered if I did something wrong. I glanced up at her in confusion, but her look was pure heat and lust.
I kept going.
I followed the book’s instructions as best as I could remember, taking my time and letting her arousal build. After a while, I got brave and stroked her with a finger, then I slid it in.
“What did you put inside me?” she murmured.
“Just my finger.” I was tempted to ask if she was okay, but I could listen to her instructions and trust her back. She’d tell me if she wanted me to stop.
In fact, she said the opposite. “That feels incredible. Oh my god, I love that.”
“You feel incredible,” I said. Because I loved her. But instead of saying it, I went back to licking her.
I could feel her squirming, and I wasn’t sure if it was because she liked it or not, so I looked up and checked.
“Don’t you dare stop,” she moaned.
Okay, back to work.
The most pleasurable type of work there was.
I could say two things.
First, the book was awesome. Between the clues I knew to look for and reading Audrey’s body, I could tell when she was about to come.
Second, when she came, her body became transfixed by some light, something in the future she couldn’t see, could only feel. And it was so heavenly, I knew I wanted to see it over and over again.
So I did. Until she pushed me away and told me to stop. Just like the book said.
After she caught her breath, she smiled. “Are you going to, uh, fuck me now?”
I stilled. “No, baby girl. Not today.”
“Can I go down on you?”
“I don’t think I’ll last that long,” I admitted. “Why don’t we just do, uh, a little hand work. Okay?”
She nodded and bit her lip, and I guessed this was the first time she was seeing a hard dick.
Shimmying my shorts and boxer briefs off, I lay back on my bed, letting her look at me. She ran her hands all over my body as I lazily stroked myself.
“Can I try?” she asked.
I nodded. “Hold it here,” I said, showing her where I liked it.
And her small hand holding my big dick would officially be material to beat off to for the rest of my life.
When I came a few minutes later, with the accompanying mess, she looked almost as satisfied as me. “That was so hot,” she whispered.