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Her swallow is thick, and I pause to look at her.
There’s a nervous edge to her expression, and something cautions me to do this right. To make her the center of every decision right now.
Running my knuckle across the curve of her chin, I softly ask, “What do you like?”
She blinks, her large green eyes brighter than I’ve ever seen them. “What do you mean?”
“Well,” I whisper, running the tip of my tongue up the length of her throat before nibbling her earlobe, “what gives you pleasure?”
“I… I don’t know.” Her voice is featherlight as she grips the back of my jacket.
I sit up, perching on my knees to stare down at her as I loosen my tie and slip off my jacket. She bites her lip, reaching up and pulling my tie all the way down until it comes undone. Her fingers are trembling as she unbuttons my shirt, and I gently stop her when she’s half done, slipping it over my head and throwing it toward the end of the bed.
I’m now in nothing but black dress pants, socks, and shiny shoes.
I kick those off, and they clunk to the floor just before I reach for Rachel’s heels. Her long, narrow feet rest against my thighs once she’s shoeless, and I run my hands up her legs, wriggling them beneath the silky material of her dress.
“You’ve had sex before,” I murmur, enjoying the twitch of her muscles when I reach the soft skin near her pussy. It’s gonna be a fine pussy. I can already tell. Everything about this woman is exquisite.
She nods. “Yeah, I’ve had sex.”
“So… what turns you on?” The pads of my fingers brush along her skin as I shift again, hovering over her while she turns bright red. “You can tell me, Ray.”
“No one’s ever asked me that before.”
I jerk back, failing to hide my frown. “What? Really?”
She nods, looking away from me. And now I’m hating Theo just a little more than I did before. What kind of asshole doesn’t find out what his woman likes? Isn’t that the whole point of sex? To please her, making her scream your name because you’re that fucking good?
“Have you ever had an orgasm before?”
Her eyes bulge like she can’t believe I’m talking about this so freely.
Resting my hands on the side of her face, I force her to look at me. Her lips purse, and she gives me a pitiful frown. “I don’t know. Maybe?”
My lips twitch at her sweet expression, and I plant my mouth over hers. Her soft tongue grazes mine, and I deepen the kiss until she’s moaning in her throat. Pulling away, I brush the tip of my nose against hers and promise, “When I’m done, you’ll know.”
Her eyes start to glow with a look of excited anticipation. There’s still a little tension there; I can see it in the twitch of her lips before she tells me, “I don’t know what I like, though. I don’t even know how to tell you.”
“Okay.” I skim my tongue across her mouth before nibbling my way to her neck. I inch down her shoulder, pushing the strap of her dress aside.
And she’s not wearing a bra.
My dick twitches like it’s doing a celebratory dance as I murmur against her skin. “Let’s try this. I’m going to get you naked.” I glance at her face, enjoying the heat in her gaze while I push her other strap down and start inching the fabric down her body. “And I’m gonna touch you.”
I can feel the pulse pounding in her wrist when I move her arms to unhook the dress from her. I nudge the fabric down to her waist, and now I’m staring at two boobs that are so perfect, they should be cast in stone for posterity.
Brushing my knuckle over her puckered nipple, I enjoy her sharp intake of breath before rolling it between my thumb and forefinger.
She closes her eyes, her body heaving like it’s taking everything in her just to breathe. I lean over her, brushing my tongue up her side before kissing a trail around the curve of her perfect tits and whispering, “If you don’t like what I’m doing, you tell me to stop and I will.”
“Mm-hmm.” Her gasp is soft and sweet when I reach her nipple and suck it between my lips.
“But if you like it…” I lick the tip. “Then you let me know and I’ll do more. Okay?”
“Okay.” She nods, resting her hand on the back of my head while I give some much-needed attention to these pieces of art in front of me. I take my sweet time—sucking, nipping, licking until she’s groaning and gripping the back of my head.
She doesn’t tell me to stop, so I keep going, trailing my nose down the valley of her body until it dips inside her belly button.
