“Come in,” I tell her. “I’ll get dressed.”
“You don’t have to,” she responds, closing the door behind her. “I like what I see.”
A grin spreads across my face, and I feel my arousal surge. I close the distance between us, my hands finding their way to her hips. “I like what I see too,” I tell her, before capturing her lips in a feverish kiss.
Our bodies melt together, the passion between us igniting into a blaze of heat. We stumble toward the bed, devouring each other in a frenzy of desire.
I take in every inch of her, savoring the way her skin feels beneath my fingertips.
As she lays with her back pressed against the soft bed sheets, I pull back and admire her beauty, my heart racing with anticipation for what’s coming.
But what exactly are we doing? I clear my throat and climb off of her, taking a seat at the foot of my bed.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, sitting up.
“I was just wondering if we should clear things up before we take this any further,” I tell her, my voice soft. “What are we doing here?”
Catherine looks at me closely, her expression thoughtful. “I’d say that we’re friends teaching each other how to become better lovers.”
My eyebrows raise in surprise. It’s an interesting concept, but it’s one that I find intriguing.
“I don’t want my next relationship to fail,” Catherine admits. “And I trust you. We can learn from each other and build on our skills in the bedroom.” She leans closer and brushes a gentle kiss across my lips. “Whatever you want to work on, I can be here for you, too.”
“Yeah?” I whisper with a smile, before capturing her lips in a passionate kiss.
The kiss deepens as I reach for the buttons of her dress. I unfasten them, allowing Catherine to slip out of her dress. She pulls her arms out awkwardly, elbowing me in the face.
“Ow!” I yell, throwing my hand over my mouth.
“Oh, my god.” She checks my face for any injuries. “Are you okay?”
I nod. “I’m fine,” I tell her, and bring my lips back to hers.
“Lay back,” I urge her, and she obeys. “Spread your legs.”
Catherine complies and I drift my lips down her body, exploring every inch of her skin with my tongue. She shudders beneath my touch, her body trembling with pleasure. I’m in no rush to teach her, wanting to take my time and pleasure her as much as possible.
“That feels good,” she breathes.
I press my lips to her inner thigh, teasing until she can no longer contain herself.
“Oh god, Oliver,” she moans, her voice breaking.
I move my lips to her entrance and kiss it gently, before sliding my fingers inside of her. I can feel her tightening around me.
“That’s so fucking good,” she whispers, her body shaking as she runs her hands through my hair.
I peer up at her, taking in how phenomenal she looks right now. It’s only then I realize I’ve stopped working her.
She opens her eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I assure her, pressing my lips to hers. “I just want to enjoy you for a little longer.”
“Okay,” she agrees, and I slide my finger back inside of her before adding a second.
She grabs my hand and guides me, using her fingers to stroke her clit.
“Very good, Catherine,” I mutter. “Show me what I need to do for you.”
