Chapter 19

NINETEEN

Anders

Touching her, being naked in the shower, kissing the insides of her thighs, and nuzzling the dark hair at the apex between her legs is driving me wild. And now I’m going to do the same to her.

Careful to keep my fingers out of the equation, I snake out my tongue and slip it between her delicate folds. Her fingers curl into my hair, but her gasp is one of excitement, not fear. I close one hand around her ankle and gently lift it, letting it rest on the teak bench next to us.

“I won’t let you fall,” is all I say. “Put your hand against the wall if you need balance.”

I don’t wait to see if she follows directions, instead tilting my head so I can get my first taste of her. She’s sweet and musky, all woman, the evidence of her arousal pooling at her entrance. The lips between her legs are pink and soft, and I use the tip of my tongue to lick a trail along one side and then the other.

I feel more than hear her moan, and though I’m desperate to push my fingers into her, I refrain. She trusts me and I’ll never break that trust. Even though I know she’d love it.

Her fingers are coiled tightly around a fistful of hair, but I’m barely aware of the pinpricks of pain as I lose myself in her sweet pussy. There’s so much more I could be doing, but we have time. I don’t want to scare her, and the next step in making her comfortable with sex is me getting her off with my mouth.

And she’s close.

She’s moving against my mouth now, her wetness covering my face as I lick and kiss her most intimate parts. She whimpers every time I slide my tongue into her, so I know she needs my cock. The problem is that she doesn’t know it yet. But she will.

I use the tip of my tongue to taunt her clit, circling it before gliding up and down her slit.

“Oh, please!” Her cry is one of frustration this time, and I move back to her clit, sucking it between my lips. Her hips cant forward to give me better access and then she shudders against me. I feel her pussy flutter against my mouth as she whispers my name, over and over.

I want to hear her scream, but I’m not going to tell her how to enjoy herself. Not now that my face is coated with her juices and her fingers still have a death grip on my hair.

“Easy, beautiful.” I stroke my hand down one leg. “Breathe for me.”

“Not sure I can,” she moans, slowly putting her foot on the ground.

I get to my feet and rinse my face before softly kissing her.

“Did you like your reward?”

Her cheeks are flushed pink, but she nods. “Very much.”

“Now you get to wash me,” I say in a playful tone.

“Oooh. I’ve been looking forward to it.” She quickly lathers up the washcloth and begins a meticulous and thorough job of cleaning the day’s grime off me. While simultaneously pressing little kisses on random parts of my body.

She seems to really like my obliques and kisses a trail down one side and up the other. There’s a playfulness to her as she lightly bites the side of one of my butt cheeks, and then tickles her fingers along the insides of my thighs.

“I’m going to teach you to give head,” I say quietly. “But I’m going to teach you how to give me head. Because honestly, I don’t care if you pleasure any other man.”

She lifts wide, startled eyes to me. “You think I want to learn how to pleasure someone else ?”

“No, but what I’m going to teach you is for my pleasure, specifically. And I don’t speak to what other men like.”

She starts to drop to her knees, but I stop her.

“The tile is hard,” I say. “Sit on the bench. You’ll be able to lean from there.”

She sits, looking up at me expectantly, her lips slightly parted.

Damn. I don’t know how to make this into a lesson.

All she has to do is kiss me down there and I’ll be happy.

Licking is nice.

Sucking is better.

Letting me fuck her mouth would be almost as good as her pussy.

Almost.

But mostly I want her to enjoy it.

“Kiss it,” I say after a moment. “The tip, the shaft, my balls… it’s all good for me.”

She frowns a little but then leans forward and starts giving the same attention to my cock that she gave to my torso and legs a little while ago. Her lips are feather-light, almost as if she’s afraid of hurting me, and I’m hesitant to tell her that she doesn’t have to be so timid.

“More,” I encourage softly. “You have to be gentle with my nuts, but you’re not going to hurt my cock unless you use your teeth.”

She nods and begins licking the head with interest, while one hand wraps around the base without any pressure.

“Squeeze,” I say, bracing my feet.

This already feels incredible, and after two days of touching her with no reciprocation, I’m already close.

“It doesn’t hurt?” She looks mildly confused, and I wonder what bullshit Seth Crandall told her about giving head.

“No, baby. It feels great. You feel great. Try sucking a little. Just the tip.”

Her lips close around me and— fuck —it feels amazing.

She’s tentative, and I reach down, gently cupping the side of her face. “You won’t hurt me. Harder.”

Her fist clenches with a perfect amount of pressure, and I let out a hiss as she sucks a couple of inches into her mouth.

“Just like that,” I rasp, praying I can hold on long enough to make her feel like she knows what she’s doing.

Watching my dick disappearing into her mouth is hot, though, and I’m beginning to feel a familiar tingle at the base of my spine.

“Baby…” I grind out the word. “You feel so good, and I’m so fucking close. Can I fuck your mouth?”

She bobs her head up and down once and I slowly begin gliding in and out, pushing a little further with each thrust. She’s probably not ready to deep throat, but it’s hard to hold back. I want to fist her hair, pound into her mouth, and shoot down her throat, but I manage to stay in control.

“Suck,” I growl. “A little more—fuck!” I throw back my head and let out a yell as I come, simultaneously hoping I don’t choke her because while I’m no Ron Jeremy, I’m not small.

When my eyes uncross and I stop shaking, I look down to see a faint smile on her lips. There’s a look I can’t quite decipher in her eyes, and I gently reach out to pull her up and into my arms.

“You okay?”

“I’m wonderful.”

“You have a confused look in your eyes. Are you sure I wasn’t too rough at the end? Did you choke?”

“No.” She shakes her head, a dazzling smile on her lips. “It was hot. I loved it.”

“I’m glad.” I stroke a hand down her arm. “You’ll tell me if something isn’t good, yeah? Communication is how we navigate all this since it’s new to you.”

“I will. Promise.” She pauses, her face suddenly pensive. “He said I hurt him, that I did it too hard, so we only did it the one time.”

I roll my eyes, annoyed all over again. “Like I said, he was a boy. A man likes a little roughness, a little teasing, and a lot of pressure. Do you have any idea how hard I’m going to go at you when my cock is inside of you? And I promise, it will feel incredible. But the penis isn’t some fragile little appendage. It’s made for what we just did. And much more.”

“I think he lied to me,” she says, wrinkling her nose. “About a lot of things. But mostly to make me so insecure I wouldn’t have the nerve to leave him.”

“He didn’t deserve you.” I meet her gaze to make sure she understands what I’m saying.

“But what purpose does making me feel bad about myself serve?”

“I don’t think he knew what he was doing,” I reply softly, kissing her lips. “He didn’t know his own body, much less yours. But I do.”

“Yes, you do.” She bites her lip as if contemplating something. “Can I wash your hair?”

“Sure. If I can wash yours.”

“Deal.”

We finish our shower with what I can only describe as the most sensual hair-washing I’ve ever experienced. Her short nails feel wonderful against my scalp, and when she massages it with the balls of her fingers, goose flesh breaks out on my skin. Fuck, she’s turning my knees to jelly all over again.

Despite her inexperience, she seems to have an instinctive ability to please me—and to make me want to please her. I still want to punch Seth Crandall, but in a way, I owe him too. If he hadn’t fucked with her head, she might not be here with me now, so anxious to learn about both my body and her own. The trust she’s put in me means a lot, and I’m beginning to see the correlation between our physical connection and the emotional one. They seem to be building at a similar pace, which is new for me, but I’m really enjoying it. And her.

Saying goodbye in four days is going to be a lot harder than I’d thought it would be.