Chapter 5
5
WAVERLY
T his man was not my plaything, existing to make me better in bed. I told myself that, but I couldn’t stop myself from asking him to teach me a thing or two before I left tonight.
But all I could think as he stood there, his erection jutting straight toward me, was that I didn’t know what I was doing. And if he expected me to be good at any of this, he’d be sorely disappointed.
“You want me to walk you through it?” He laughed. “I guess that’s a stupid question. It’s not like I can demonstrate. Telling you what to do is the only way.”
“You’ve shown me how to pleasure myself,” I said. “Now it’s my turn to learn how to pleasure you.”
“What works for me might not work for the next guy, though. If I show you how to make me happy, you might just have to stick with having sex only with me for the rest of your life.”
My heart skipped a beat at those words. That was exactly what I wanted. This had very little to do with sex for me. Somehow, in the very short time I’d known him, this man had managed to get right into my heart and stay there.
“You’ve got a deal,” I said. “If you’re game, I am.”
I held my breath, waiting for his response. Guys typically ran when women said stuff like this, but he’d started it.
Still, I had doubts as I waited for his response. If I had a dollar for every friend who’d been love-bombed by a guy, only for him to get all weird when she actually took the love-bombing seriously…well, it’d cover the cost of the gas coming up here today, that was for sure.
“I’ll show you,” he said. “But only if you do something first.”
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Take off your shirt.”
It was absurd, considering all that had gone on so far. But the thought of getting naked in front of this guy had me practically breaking out in a sweat.
What if he didn’t like what he saw? I’d always been self-conscious about my body, having developed so much faster than my friends. I still was bustier than most women I knew.
“I could turn out the lights,” he said. “If it helps. Or we could just skip it all together. You can keep your clothes on?—”
I shook my head. “No. You’re going to have to see it eventually.
He narrowed his eyes. “See what?”
Oh, that had made it sound like I had some sort of weird thing going on. An extra nipple or maybe three breasts. It was nothing like that.
“It’s just a big step,” I said. “I worry you’ll be disappointed in what you see.”
“Waverly, there’s no way I’ll be disappointed.” He shook his head. “You could have green nipples, and I’ll still think you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
As he said the words, he turned and walked toward the light switch near the door. He’d flipped it on when we entered, so I knew it controlled the lamps on either side of the couch.
“Did you say green nipples?” I asked, trying not to smile.
The corners of my mouth wanted to turn upward. I battled to keep them in place. This was no time for humor.
Nick shrugged. “Yeah, I guess it’s a bad analogy. I was just trying to come up with something extreme.”
I hesitated. But as he walked back to the kitchen to turn off that light, I suddenly found courage. Just having him not standing nearby made it easier. By the time I had my sweater over my head, the room was bathed in amber, thanks to the fire being the only light source.
That gave me the additional courage to take off my bra. I still didn’t make eye contact with him, though, as I unclasped the back and shoved the straps down my arms. Both my sweater and my bra landed in a pile next to the couch.
Finally, I was able to lift my gaze to him as he crossed the room with slower than usual strides. He was taking his time and not looking at me, instead staring at the fireplace. That was his way of giving me the space I needed to get comfortable.
And that was all I needed to see. He had my back. He wouldn’t judge me. He’d think I was beautiful no matter what, especially once he saw that I didn’t have green nipples.
Again, I bit my lip to keep from smiling.
When he turned to look at me, I was glad I wasn’t smiling. In the glow that filled the room, I could see the heat in his eyes and I sat up a little straighter, wondering if I should stand. No, I wanted to do something that would be easier if I was sitting.
“Come here,” I said.
I pushed myself forward on the cushion. I could do this. I was a brave person. I went to strange people’s houses and delivered documents they didn’t want. I did it by jumping in without really thinking it through. Well, that and constantly reassuring myself that I could handle any situation.
I could definitely handle this.
“We could go to the bedroom,” he said.
I shook my head. “I don’t want a change in venue.”
What was I saying? Change in venue? Definitely a legal term. I needed to turn off my work persona and be a human being for a little while.
But if Nick minded, he didn’t show it. Instead, he shrugged and took the remaining steps until he was standing in front of me, moving between my legs.
He was still up a little too high for me. I had to straighten my back and sit up as straight as possible, moving even closer to the edge. He was just so damn tall.
“Wrap your hand around it first,” he said. “That makes it easier.”
“Don’t worry about what’s easiest for me,” I said. “I want to know what feels good for you.”
But as I was saying those words, I wrapped my hand around his thick shaft, my entire body lighting up at the feel of him. This was the first time I’d touched one of these, although I’d been curious about it for a long, long time. I just hadn’t expected it to be so exciting.
Part of it was just how big and strong and powerful he was. I felt like I had control of this incredible man standing in front of me. I could give him great pleasure, and knowing that gave me a thrill I hadn’t expected.
“Now, run your tongue over the tip,” he said.
I snaked my tongue out. It felt silly. Not sexy at all. But he continued to watch me with a look in his eyes I could only describe as intense desire.
His eyes closed at the exact moment I lapped up the bead of moisture that had formed at his tip. I continued running my tongue around it, and that brought a moan from him. My pussy clenched at the sound, and it hit me that I was almost as turned on as I’d been when I was touching myself. My goal was to bring even more moans.
I wrapped my lips around his tip and took him in as deep as I could, stroking the base with my hand as I did. I pulled out, then took him in again, this time running my tongue along his shaft.
“Oh, fuck,” he said. “I think you’ve got it. You don’t need lessons from me. Just keep your teeth out of the equation and use your tongue and…Christ, that feels good.” All of a sudden, his eyes popped open and he pulled out. “Take off the rest of your clothes.”
I frowned. Had I done it wrong? Or maybe this was a sign I was doing everything right. He was afraid he’d come too soon. That was a thing men worried about. I knew that much.
But I’d asked him to teach me, so I did exactly what he wanted. I stood, kicking off my fur-lined ankle boots and shoving my jeans and panties down. When I straightened to see him staring at me with lust in his eyes, I suddenly realized we were both naked, standing in front of each other. I still wore my ankle socks, though, and I wasn’t about to stop to remove them now. I had to see what happened next.
“Now I want you to kneel in front of me,” he said. “And take me in your mouth again. But with your left hand, I want you to touch yourself just like you did before.”
A whimper escaped my mouth. There was something so incredibly hot about what he was describing. I could almost come just listening to him talk.
But I did exactly what he said. I knelt in front of him, taking his cock in my hand as I wrapped my lips around him. This angle was much less awkward. I was higher up than I’d been while seated on the couch.
Soon, he had his eyes closed again, his face no longer tilted toward me. Since he wasn’t watching, I felt fully comfortable moving my left hand between my legs.
This time, I was the one who let out a moan when I found out how wet I was. My clit was slippery as I maneuvered over it, my body already humming to life. Was it possible to have two orgasms in that short a space of time? I was pretty sure I’d read somewhere that women could have multiple climaxes in a row, but this was my first time. I wouldn’t expect to be able to do it even once, much less twice in a few minutes.
Soon enough, though, he was stopping me, pulling back again, the move making me wonder if I’d messed up. He hadn’t been moaning like he was before, and when I looked up at him, his features were tight. Tense. Like he was pained by what was going on.
“I need to hold out,” he said. “I want you to come first. Why don’t you lay down on this rug and I’ll show you what you’ve been missing?”