She squirms and rubs herself over me as I grow hard under her.Jesus, I fucking need her.I move the hand that’s at her waist to her ass and squeeze hard, helping her rub herself back and forth over my hard length. Her head dips to my neck as I kiss her bare shoulder, moving toward her chest.
Leaning back, she pulls her shirt over her head, and I stop to stare at her for a minute. Her bra is white as snow with a little fringe along the edges of it. I look back up into her eyes and watch as she bites her lip. She looks so unsure, and I don’t want to push her to do anything she doesn’t want.
She reaches her hand behind her back to unclasp her bra, the cups still covering her pebbled nipples. She slides the straps down her arms and tosses it on the floor next to us, then sits forward on my lap, her chest bare.
“Beautiful,” I whisper before dipping my head, taking a nipple into my mouth. She digs her fingers into my hair and pulls. The sting feels too good, sending me into overdrive. I swirl my tongue over the rosy bud, and when I bite down, she gasps and pulls me closer to her.
I don’t have enough hands for what I want to do. I want to feel her everywhere. I want to know what each curve and crevice of her body feels like under mine. She tugs at the back of my shirt, and I pull away from her just long enough to get it over my head.
“Can we go to the bedroom?” Her chest heaves, and her eyes are so bright and green, they look like the grass outside in the sun.
She wraps her legs around my waist as I lift her and take the ten steps to her bedroom. I swing the door closed with my foot and drop her onto the bed. She giggles, and as her eyes drop to my shorts, she bites her lip and moans. When her eyes meet mine again, I almost lose it. I roll my hips into her.
“Are you sure about this? We don’t have to do anything if you’re not ready.” I’m already climbing over her, her nipple in my mouth again as I roll her other one with my thumb and forefinger. She arches into my grasp, and I kiss my way down, over her stomach, and stop when I reach her shorts.
I need her to answer me. I’m not moving any further until she tells me she’s ready for this. I’m so hard it borders on being painful. My thoughts are so consumed with sliding into her, feeling her clench around me. It’s been too damn long.
She’s frozen in a lust-filled state. She doesn’t respond to me, and I climb off her, towering over her small frame. Her hands fly to her breasts, covering them, a blush creeping over her body. Her lip trembles, and she bites it to stop the emotion from bubbling over.
“I’ve never done anything like this. I don’t know what to do,” she whispers.
I fucking knew it.“You said you’ve slept with a guy before.”
She shakes her head sadly. “Not in that way.”
She sits up and stares at me. I pace the small space in front of her twin bed and run my fingers through my hair. She pulls knees to her chest, coving her bare breasts, and lays her cheek on them, refusing to meet my gaze.
I can’t believe I’m about to ask this. Maybe it’s my damn boner that’s doing the thinking for me. “Do you want to learn?”
She jerks her head up to look at me and nibbles her lip some more. Her eyes are wide like she’s frightened. I’m not sure if she's going to answer me, but eventually, she does with a quiet, “Yes,” and a nod of her head.
I’m not sure why that makes me so happy, but it does. “Do you want me to teach you?”
Again, she nods. “I trust you, Tristan. You won’t hurt me.”
Her eyes keep darting to the door and back to me. She’s scared of someone walking in on us. I open the door, pick up her clothes, and hand them to her.
“Tonight’s not the night. Get your clothes on and come back out. We’ll have dinner and figure out a plan. You’re going to have to be open and honest with me if you want to learn. Can you do that?”
“Will you be, too?” I nod. “Okay then.”
Chapter 15
Lana
Ididn’t expect dinner to take a turn like this. I was so caught up in the moment, so hot for him that I almost took it too far. What if Mom and Dad came back while we were messing around? What would happen then?
No, I have to be smart about this if I want it. I want to learn anything and everything he’s willing to teach me. I promised him honesty, but I really didn’t think it was going to be this difficult. I feel like we’re playing a game of sexual twenty questions. They started off easy but are getting harder and harder to answer.
I swipe my finger through some of the vanilla frosting on top of the cupcake and stick it in my mouth wiping it clean. He intently watches me as I pull my finger out with a pop. I swipe my finger though it one more time and he grabs my hand stopping my movement. Then leans forward, taking my finger in his mouth to lick it clean. My breathing picks up and I lick my lips, wishing his mouth was somewhere else.
He smirks and lets my hand go. “Do you masturbate?” He leans back in his chair, his long, lean legs extended under the table.
I clear my throat. “Why do you need to know that?” I’m bright red. My whole body tingles, and I wrap my arms around my waist, trying to pull into myself.It’s personal. I don’t see why he needs to know.
“Because I’m trying to figure out if you even know what you like. How can someone else figure it out if you don’t know?” He’s so casual about all of this. It’s like he’s asking me how the weather is, not how I like to orgasm.
“Yeah.”
