me more than you know.”
She was still confused. She hadn’t done anything but lay there and let him do things to her. Wasn’t that the definition of boring and selfish in bed?
He reached behind her to unzip her dress, then brought the top of it down to her waist to bare her breasts.
“ Beautiful .” He circled her nipple with one finger, while his gaze followed.
She practically held her breath waiting for his caress. Her nipple peaked. Her body ached. She reached out and pushed her hand into his hair, caressing him, feeling him, silently begging him to take her in his mouth.
He positioned her in his lap so she felt surrounded by him. He kissed her again, and she felt his hand slide upward along her thigh and without thought, she adjusted, opening for him, craving his touch now as if she needed it to live.
When his fingers slid into her pussy, she moaned into his mouth and arched up against him.
“You like that, baby? You like my fingers in your pussy?” He purred against her ear before nipping it with his teeth.
“I do,” she released on a soft breath.
“Tell me what else you like.” He kissed the curve of her neck then moved to her collarbone.
His question hit her like a brick wall, and panic started to rise. She didn’t know the answer to that question, and realizing that made her feel stupid and unworthy of his attention. She tensed and starting thinking of ways to get out of there when he pushed what felt like three fingers deep inside her and maneuvered so he hit her G-spot, which up until that moment, she hadn’t been convinced she had.
“Did you know the female body becomes aroused in stages?”
She really didn’t know much at all about the woman’s body, or a man’s body for that matter, but if he kept doing that with his fingers, she’d be willing to learn whatever he wanted.
“And stop thinking. I’ll figure out what you like by watching your response to what I do.”
She wanted to argue with him, but when he added pressure to her clit, her arguments all dissolved like fog in the sunlight.
“Besides, could be more fun that way, don’t you think?” He laid her back on the bed and stretched out beside her.
“Didn’t you just tell me not to think?”
He laughed and lowered his head over her right breast.
“Why, yes, I did. Good girl.”
“Ahh.” She released a long sigh as he slid his fingers back inside her at the same time he took her nipple in his mouth, flicking his tongue back and forth over it, making it wet and slick. There was clearly a whole new definition of good girl that she’d been missing all her life. Because if this was her being good , she wanted to go on record as no longer hating that particular label.
Sensations threaded through her entire body, building over the remnants of what he’d already done to her. Her skin felt alive in a way it never had before. She arched up into him, pressing her breast harder against his mouth, and he bit her in response. She yelped, then found herself giggling like an insipid teenager, but damn it felt good.
“You minx.” He smiled down at her.
For whatever reason, he seemed to find her sexy, and she found she liked that. She spread her legs open further, giving him better access to masterfully work his fingers on her clit and inside her pussy. With his free hand, he stroked her hair and placed kisses along her face and shoulder until he finally worked his way back to her nipple.
She was enjoying everything about the moment so much and was surprised to realize she was about to come again. Her breathing turned into little pants, and she could feel herself right on the edge.
“Oh God. Oh God.” She closed her eyes.
“Fall into it, beautiful.” His dark, rich brogue coated her skin like warm honey, and she slipped right over the edge exactly as he told her to.
He held her tight and whispered against her ear, “Such a good girl.”
Something in the way he said that released the last of her inhibitions. She
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