Page 60 of The Wrong Groom

She nods immediately. “Yes. Just… a little nervous, I guess.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle.” I press a kiss to her knee to prove it. Her stomach muscles contract as she fights to keep her breathing level, and I leave her panties in place for the moment as I kiss a slow path up the inside of one thigh, then the other.

“Oh fuck. Gabriel…”

She breathes my name like she can’t quite believe this is real. She’s not the only one. As badly as I’ve wanted her, I never let myself imagine I’d get the chance to actually touch her like this. To taste her. To take those needy little sounds she’s making and turn them into full-throated screams of pleasure.

Maybe I’m playing with fire, but I’m in way too deep to stop now.

“You’re wet,” I breathe, returning my attention to her panty-covered pussy. “Did you know that? Is this all from watching me?”

My nose grazes the damp fabric, and I can hear the roughness in my own voice. I sound like a fucking caveman—I feel like a caveman—but I can’t help it. She smells fucking incredible.

She jolts at the contact, her thighs instinctively starting to press together before falling open again. Tugging her lower lip between her teeth, she nods down at me, fast and certain, as I press a kiss to the soaked front of her panties. A shaky sigh slips out of her, her eyelids fluttering.

“That’s what I thought.” My spent cock twitches, blood rushing back into it at the knowledge that watching me jerk myself off turned her on so much. “You might not have had sex before, but that doesn’t mean you’re innocent. Did you like seeing me come for you?”

“Yes,” she whimpers, her hips shifting on the bed as if seeking more contact. “I did.”

“Good.”

I move my mouth to the waistband of her panties and catch it in my teeth, dragging the fabric down her body. My stubble grazes the inside of her thigh as I go, and a little shudder works through her as she makes a plaintive sound in her throat. When I clear her knees, I lean back and use my hands to get her panties the rest of the way down her legs. She bends her knees to help me, and I toss them aside onto the floor.

The sudden overwhelming urge to see her completely naked fills me, and I have to work to keep my movements slow and controlled as I urge her to sit up and tug her shirt over her head, then slide a hand behind her to unhook her bra. She settles back onto the mattress as I slide the bra straps off her arms and get rid of the last barrier between us, leaving her just as bare as I am.

“Jesus,” I rasp, my mouth going dry. “You’re gorgeous.”

The flush in her cheeks spreads down to her chest, and I can’t fucking resist any longer. Settling back into place between her legs, I drag my tongue through her folds, parting them and lapping up her wetness. She gasps and fists the sheets, her legs bending a little. I grasp her thighs lightly and hold them open, keeping my grip light enough that she won’t feel constrained even as I position her exactly how I want her. Then I lick her slowly from bottom to top again before closing my mouth around her clit. Her legs shake against my palms as she whimpers, and a groan rumbles in my chest.

“You taste like heaven,” I murmur against her clit, then focus my tongue on the swollen little bud, circling it with long drags until her hands fly to my hair. I glance up the length of her body. “Has anyone ever gone down on you before?”

She hesitates, then shakes her head. The pure caveman part of myself roars with primal pride that I’m the first man to ever do this to her, and I redouble my efforts, circling and lapping and teasing until she’s squirming beneath me.

“Did you imagine this?” I ask. “While you read that book of yours? What it would feel like to have someone’s mouth on your sweet little pussy? What it would feel like to have my mouth here?”

Her blush deepens, which is all the answer I need.

I grin against her swollen flesh. “Thought so. I’ve read it too, you know.”

She goes still. “You—what?”

“I picked up a copy.” I drag my tongue over her again before I go on. “I wanted to know what had you so worked up that night when I came in.”

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“I know. I wanted to.” Another slow pass of my tongue pulls a gasp out of her. “Same way I want to know exactly what turns you on. So tell me… what part was your favorite?”

Her only answer is a moan as my tongue dips lightly inside her entrance. I tease her there, my cock throbbing with every little sound she makes, amazed at how fucking sweet she tastes.

“Don’t get shy on me now,” I encourage with a low chuckle. “You asked me to teach you, and I’m more than happy to do it. But if I’m going to give you lessons, I need to know what works for you and what doesn’t. I already know you like reading filthy things, and there’s nothing wrong with that.”

I stiffen my tongue and press it into her tight channel, slow and shallow, and she hisses out a breath, her nails scraping my scalp.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you,” I urge.

She makes a frustrated sound, although she doesn’t stop chasing my touch. “I don’t know. I told you, I don’t really have much experience. So I don’t know what I want.”

“I think you do.” I adjust my grip on her thighs. “You might not have experienced it all yourself, but you’ve read plenty of sex scenes in those romance novels of yours. So, what do you like in them? Which scenes turn you on the most?”