Page 152 of Time To Learn

“Yes,” Imoan.

“You’re every man’s fucking wet dream, wildcat, and you’re allmine.”

I lift my right leg and hook it around his hip, mewling unintelligible words when he puts another finger inside me. Leaning my back further against the wall, I search blindly for something to holdonto.

“Once you’ve come on my mouth,” Kristian starts again as his other hand finds mine, intertwining our fingers, holding my balance, “I want you so relaxed that you’ll take my cock in your arse. Will you give that tome?”

“Yes.”

“Fucking perfect.”

I feel his mouth slam down on mine and groan as he really starts to fuck my pussy.

I hear nothing.

I see nothing.

I only feel him and his love for me when he makes me shatter completely, pushing me over theedge.

“Yes,” he breathes against my lips, “come for me. Scream, wildcat.”

“Kristian!” I shout when I topple over the cliff, stars blinding me behind my closed eyelids.

He doesn’t give me much time to recover, because no sooner has my breathing turned less laboured than I feel his hands push down my knickers, and the water is turned off. My eyes pop open when I feel his mouth on my clit, and I lookdown.

Watching him feasting on me, as if he finds it just as hot as I do, is indescribable. With one hand, he unbuckles his jeans, then pulls the zipper down, and my eyes widen when he frees his cock, the apa glinting atme.

“Baby,” I breathe when he tugs at the apa, making his cock jump. “Fuck, baby, you’re so hot.” He squeezes the head a bit before he takes a firmer grip, and another rush of wetness gathers between my legs as I watch him pleasure himself.

I can’t decide which I’d rather watch the most—him going down on me or watch him getting himself off—but his groan pulls my eyes back tohim.

His burning eyes stare back at me, and I bite down on my lip when his tongue sets to work, teasing my aching core without mercy. He pushes my leg over his shoulder and I put my hands on his head, urging him to go faster.

“I’ll never get enough of you,” I pant as he laps up my arousal. “Make me come, baby,” I plead, pushing his head closer to me. The orgasm hits me just as he nips at my clit, and while it’s not as powerful as the previous one, I can’t complain.

His mouth stills on my clit, and as I caress his cheek, pushing him away from the sensitive skin, I lean down to kiss him. The taste of myself on his lips never bothers me, but when I move to deepen it, he pullsaway.

“Don’t,” I protest softly, “I wasn’t done kissingyou.”

Slowly, I open my eyes as he takes my hand and stands up. His breathing is ragged, making me glance down at his swollencock.

Then I remember what I said he could do to me, and I have to suppress a sliver of unease.

“Sweetheart, I’m about to fucking explode like a pubescent boy,” he laughs, but there’s an edge to it I don’t think I’ve heard before. When he steps into my personal space and cups my cheeks, I blink up athim.

“If you’ve changed your mind, it’s fine,” he whispers. “It doesn’t have to be today. Or tomorrow. Or in a month, for that matter.”

Warmth settles in my heart at the intimacy of the moment, and the fact that he thinks only about my wellbeing makes the unease vanish.

“I want to try,” I whisper shyly athim.

I melt into his arms when his eyes gentle evenmore.

“Really? You’resure?”

I nod and wrap my hand around his cock, relishing the long groan that rumbles from his chest.

“Ready when you are,” I tease him as I squeeze it gently.