This felt like a step back.
I went on before he could talk. “I don’t know if it’s my concern for your comfort or my own self-consciousness, but I’m not sure I can come that way. And the longer and harder you work at it, the more I’m likely to overthink it.”
“We will only do it if you want to. I just got carried away exploring you.” He kissed my hip, and I felt a zing of something. Maybe just the relief of sharing the truth was what I needed.
“And you won’t get frustrated if I can’t, uh, finish?” I asked.
He chuckled, huffing warm air over the core of me. “Nothing about this is going to frustrate me. I just love the way you taste.”
I swallowed. “Really? Like really,really?”
“I really,reallydo.” His eyes darkened and held mine as he took a long, luxurious lick of the center of me. I shuddered with genuine pleasure. “Come. Don’t come. An incredible, gorgeous woman wants me to take the time to explore her body to help her learn what she likes. This is a dream come true.”
“You really like it?” I worried that my need for reassurance was annoying.
“I’m salivating. I cannot wait. I have actually been dreaming about it. I woke up the other morning hard as a fucking rock, rutting the mattress like some teenager because I was half asleep, thinking about this exact situation.”
“Really?” My heart began to pump with arousal again instead of trepidation.
“Yeah. I hope that’s not weird.” His brow furrowed.
“No.” I relaxed back onto the bed and sighed. Imagining Pace thinking about me and touching himself was really doing things for me. “I think it’s hot.”
“I think you’re hot.” I felt his smile against my hip.
“Okay. I want you to try it,” I said, my heart racing from the vulnerability.
“I will do this for a minute for my own selfish reasons, but if you don’t like it, or it gets to be too much, we can move on, okay? Just promise you’ll tell me. Not like with the hot water at the nail salon,” he said, squeezing my butt with his hand until I looked at him and confirmed.
I groaned in embarrassment and said, “Okay.”
Without the pressure of needing to have an orgasm or acting like I had to perform pleasure in some way, I let myself focus on Pace’s exploratory touches.
It wasn’t anything like the last time a guy tried this. He’d been all teeth and rough movements. Pace really seemed to be enjoying himself down there based on his soft moans of pleasure, his rippling back muscles, biceps that flexed with exertion, and the random exclamations of joy. And once again, that simple fact, that I turned him on, really did something for me. Basic. What could I say.
There was no pressure to do anything but let him have the time of his life down there.
“Whoa,” I said, back arching off the bed. “Uh, whatever that was ... ohh.”
He’d hooked his finger inside me and brushed something that caused my whole abdomen to tighten in pleasure. A shocked moan escaped me. He groaned in response, and it spread through my skin like lightning across a dark sky.
I was fully inside my body, dizzy with these new sensations.
My hands shot to his head, then the bed, then one on each, not sure where to settle. The sight of him enjoying himself, the muscles of his body working, the groans of pleasure, the vibrations of his moans, the lewd sounds we made together, all combined to create a new type of living I’d never known existed. This was pleasure on a totally new scale. This was the benchmark against which everything from here out would be measured.
It was never this intimate act that was the issue; I just needed the right man.
And there he was. His fiery gaze met mine as his tongue did something magic just above my clit. My hands gripped the comforter in an almost panic at the growing sensation.
“What’s happening?” My hips were undulating, and my voice was high and breathy.
He mumbled words of comfort but didn’t miss a beat.
That initial orgasm from the couch was a distant memory. It had spilled out of me like the sloshing of water in a bucket. But this feeling. This was the movement of an entire ocean in me—waves cascading, gaining momentum. A massive force built and loomed on the horizon. I braced myself for it, feeling out of control and at its mercy. But more excited than ever.
And then it happened: wave after wave crashed against the shore. It was long and drawn-out and amazing and intense, and I was outside of my body again. I hovered above the bed to see the gorgeous man licking the orgasm out of me, and I wished I could have it printed on a postcard.
When I was finally able to speak, my aftershock pulses gently pushed his fingers out of me.
