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“Yeah?”
“I have no idea what I’m doing.” There was a small smile forming on his face. I kissed it. I couldn’t help myself.
“Nobody knows what they’re doing,” I said softly, letting myself get comfortable as he moved into my arms, one around his back, one carefully moving back down so I could resume my attempt at giving him a slow, lazy hand job. He was calmer now. Turned on, but calm. “I have no idea what turns you on, what you like. What drives you crazy or what’s too much.”
“There’s no script,” he said quietly.
“Most of my hook-ups have been through the apps. You kind of get a clear list of likes and dislikes from people’s profiles. Gives you a framework to start with.”
“Trust you to talk about frameworks during sex.” He laughed.
Good. Now we were getting somewhere.
“Well, I am a teacher, you know.” I smirked and kissed his stupid face.
I loved how he tasted. The softness of his lips. The light stubble. He hadn’t worked today, so he hadn’t shaved. He was just him. Au naturel.
“What do you like? What’s on your menu?”
His hands were all over me, stroking down my chest, fingers carefully circling my nipples. I mirrored his actions, admiring the firmness of his muscles as I walked my fingers back down to his cock. He was feeling more comfortable because now he was mimicking my movements too, my dick getting the attention it desperately craved. I was going to say something, but I was struggling to talk. He was good at this. Really good.
“My menu is simple. I like things that feel good,” I panted out.
“And does this feel good?”
“I’m… Conny…I’m going to come if you keep that up.”
“That’s kind of the whole point, isn’t it?” he sassed and locked his mouth on mine.
I was kissing Con Telford.
Ugh.
But at the same time, he wasn’t Con Telford. Con Telford was some drunken idiot in a leopard-print shirt. An actor on TV.
This was a guy called Conny, who was going into overdrive, trying to hump my hand and lick my face at the same time.
Was I complaining? Nope.
And all my efforts of slowing this down, plans to meticulously devour his body? Went out the window as I rolled on top of him.
Fuck.
Fuck indeed.
I really wanted to grab a condom and roll it on his dick. That would be fun. Cover him in lube until he was shaking with need. Then he could just flip me over and fuck me into oblivion.
No, scrap that. I wanted to suck him dry. Swallow him down as he screamed.
My arse twitched at the thought, but no.
Yes.
Fuuuck.
Somehow, he knew exactly how to touch me, how to gently move the foreskin in that way that made me shiver. I did it back to him, strong, firm movements, twisting my wrist and smoothing my fingers over his tip then back down again as he panted into my mouth. I was no better than him.
We rolled again until he was on top of me, and our hands tangled. He was humping against me, and I was jerking into his grip as the headboard thumped the wall.
