Once inside my home, she turns to me and whispers, “Bedroom. Now. Please.”
A shudder racks my body, a bolt of lust that nearly overwhelms me with its power. Her power. This woman is so goddamn sexy. She might be innocent in body, but in her mind, she knows exactly what she wants.
When we reach my bedroom, I flick the light on low. “I need to see you.” My eyes roam over her from head to toe, loving the way she looks in that dress. She kicks off her shoes as I let my fingertips play at the hem. A soft smile is my reward as she lifts her arms, and I pull the sweater fabric over her head.
I groan, probably louder than the last time I came, because of what I see underneath. She kills me with her sexiness, slays me with her pure sensuality.
Tonight, she’s wearing white. A lace demi-cup bra and lace panties. They are so simple and so pretty, and so intoxicatingly her. The color is a secret message, just for me. She’s giving me this gift of herself, and she’s wrapped her gorgeous body up so perfectly.
“See? I didn’t need to send you anything. You knew exactly what you needed to wear to feel beautiful.” I run the back of my fingers over her cheek. “Do you feel beautiful? Because you are. So beautiful.” I press my body against hers, letting her feel the evidence of how much I want her.
“Yes. I do.” A ragged breath falls from her lips as my hands move to her breasts. I cover them, kneading them, squeezing them, then my hands band around her back, and I unhook her bra. Before the soft material can fall to the floor, I grab it and toss it on the bureau.
I bury my face between her perfect tits, licking the tops, sucking on her nipples. I walk her backward to the bed and lay her down on it. She grabs a pillow, sets it under her head, and looks at me with wide eyes.
“There’s only one rule tonight,” I say as I unknot my tie and take it off. “You tell me if something doesn’t feel right. Be open with me. I need to know how you feel so I can make it good for you. Can you do that?”
She nods.
I bite my lip as I slide her white panties down. “Wait. There’s one more rule.”
She raises an eyebrow.
“I need to eat you first.”
A naughty smile is my reward. “If you insist.”
After I tug her panties off, I bury my face between her legs, licking and kissing her glorious wetness, and driving her wild in seconds. Soon enough, she’s rocking into my mouth, grabbing my hair, pulling me even closer. Her moans intensify, carrying across the night. Soon, she’s nearing the edge, and I kiss her hungrily, greedily, until I can taste her flooding my tongue, covering my lips.
“So good,” she moans as she drifts back to earth. “So, so good.”
“My pleasure. Every second.” I stand, unbuttoning my shirt as she blinks open her eyes. They are glassy and sex-hazy, and her hair is a wild mess.
“I think you’re trying to get me drunk on orgasms,” she breathes.
“I see absolutely no reason why you shouldn’t come as often as possible.” Tossing my shirt to the floor, I move my hands to my jeans. She shakes her head and sits up, reaching for the button. “Let me.”
I drop my hands to my sides and stare as she unzips my jeans, pushing them down my thighs, allowing my dick to make its appearance. A soft, sexy sigh falls from her gorgeous mouth.
As I take off the rest of my clothes, she gazes up at me, excitement and anticipation clear in her beautiful brown eyes. She’s so eager, so curious, and it’s such a gift to have her trust, to be the first person to experience her like this.
My heart beats faster, from pleasure but also from something more, something entirely new that I’m only beginning to understand. But I can’t sort it out now. All I can think about is how much I need to be closer to her, joined with her, feeling her tight around me for the first time.
I grab a condom from my wallet.
As I open it, she grabs my wrist and says, “There’s something I need to say.”
I wince inside, but steel myself for whatever comes next. I’m dying to be inside her, but I don’t want her to do anything she isn’t ready for. And as I look in her eyes, it hits me—I care so much more for her than I realized before our classes started. And this has become so much more than lessons in seduction.
If she’s not ready, I’ll wait, blue balls be damned. If she needs another month, hell, a year, I’ll be here. I’ll wait until she’s ready.
I just want it to be me that she’s ready for.
“What is it, Butterfly? Tell me anything,” I say gently.
Her gaze locks with mine. “I’m so glad it’s you.”
And if I wasn’t already lost for her, that pretty much seals the deal.