I shake my head.
His mouth is a straight line, and the side of his jaw works. He looks a little annoyed.
“How do you feel about a guy going down on you?” He swallows hard. He runs his gaze along the length of my bodybefore focusing on my face again. “How would you feel about me going down on you?”
There’s a roughness in his soft tone that makes me shiver. Is this what he sounds like in bed? I hope so. His voice is so sexy like this.
I bite my lip, feeling hot all of a sudden. “I think I’d like it. I mean, I guess I don’t really know. But I want to try it. With you.”
The look in his eyes turns hazy. He blinks, and his gaze is focused again. He clears his throat softly. “Okay. We’ll do that.”
“Wait, do you like going on a girl?” I blurt. I know I’m the focus of this whole setup, but I want to know what Blake likes too. I want him to be comfortable. I don’t want him to do something he doesn’t like doing just to please me.
“I love it,” he says, holding my gaze.
My lips part slightly, and I gasp softly. “Oh. That’s good then.”
He nods, his cheeks flushing red.
“And fingering?” I ask.
His mouth curves up in a shy smile. He runs a hand through his hair. “I love that too.”
For a long moment, we look at each other. The air feels thick and heavy and hot.
He looks down at his lap and clears his throat. “I think we should work up to full-on sex.” He holds my gaze. “I’m not just gonna stick my dick inside of you. I’m going to build up to it, since it’ll be your first time.”
“Yeah, okay. That sounds good. Er, nice. I mean, fine.” I fan myself, trying not to sound too eager. I don’t want him to think I’m a weirdo.
“Rule two: When we’re in bed together, we go slow. We don’t rush. I want you to figure out what you like. I want you to learn what makes your body feel good. I want you to feel pleasure.”
My skin tingles hearing Blake say that—hearing him say that he wants me to feel pleasure. No guy has ever said that to me before, and it’scrazyhot.
“I want that too,” I say, my voice a little breathy. I try to cover it up with a cough.
He looks at me for a long second. His throat bobs as he swallows.
“Rule three: When we’re in bed, we talk. A lot. We check in with each other. You tell me what feels good, what doesn’t.”
I bite my lip. “Won’t that kill the mood if we’re talking a lot?”
He tilts his head at me, the corner of his mouth tilting up in a knowing smile. “I talk during sex. It never kills the mood.”
My cheeks flush.Oh.
Suddenly, an image of Blake on top of me in bed flashes in my mind.
His hands are pressed on either side of my head, caging me in. He’s slowly thrusting inside of me while he talks me through it.
That’s it, B. You’re doing so well. Look at you taking all of me. Good girl.
My clit pulses just imagining Blake coaxing me through it in bed…god, I want that.
“I’ve been making a lot of the rules so far,” Blake says, pulling me out of my filthy thoughts. He takes another swig of his water. “What rules do you have?”
“Um…we both have to be clean?”
He chuckles. “Clean as in freshly showered?” He glances down at himself. “You don’t want to hook up with me right after I’ve done a bunch of push-ups?” he teases.
