Chapter 22
SHADE
My groan is strangled behind my teeth when she kisses me. I try not to squeeze her too hard, forcing my fingers to flex on her waist. She’s still shy, a bit awkward as she leads us, parting my lips with hers. Her confidence is growing, though, and it’s fucking hot to feel.
Millie tangles her fingers in my hair and pulls on the strands, forcing me to keep my head back. My jaw loosens in surprise, leaving my mouth open in invitation. I keep my tongue resting in place, waiting to see just how in control she wants to be right now.
Thumb gliding over the soft, pebbled skin of her waist, I rock her forward again, hinting at the continued movement I want her to make. Fuck knows there’s a big enough bulge in my jeans for her to rub on if she’d just—
Her tongue traces the shape of my bottom lip before flicking at mine. She spreads her thighs over my lap and sinks onto me, lowering her centre to my groin. I grunt at the bite of lust in my middle and roll my hips up, letting her know how I’m feeling.
“Good girl,” I praise gruffly when she pants, staying where she is.
She cracks her eyes open to stare at me, pink splattering over her nose. Her words are breathless, whispered.
“What now?”
“Ride it for a bit, princess. Get nice and relaxed for me.”
The blue in her eyes deepens, nearly grey as she rubs her panty-clad sex over my cock.
Her movements are smoother now, controlled yet still a bit frazzled.
It’s a goddamn mix of everything, and I’m realizing quickly that it’s going to be that way for a long while.
No matter how many lessons we have, she is going to have me questioning everything I’ve known about women. There’s no fucking question about it.
Millie keeps her eyes open, watching me.
I let her, holding her gaze while moving along with her, enamoured by the teeth burying themselves into her lip, pulling on it when she pulls away from my mouth.
She exhales loudly before grinding harder, tipping her head forward to watch.
My chin digs into her forehead as she looks at the small gap between our bodies and moans.
It’s soft, near silent, yet manages to roar through my ears.
“Tell me how it feels,” I demand, hardly recognizing my voice.
She quivers in my hands, innocent eyes holding steady. “What?”
“How does it feel?”
Her helpless little hum isn’t the response I’m looking for.
Abandoning her waist, I take her chin between my fingers, squeezing it just enough to keep her in place. “This is another lesson, Millie. You need to be open with how pleasure makes you feel. Tell me what makes you feel good, and what you need for it to feel better.”
“I don’t know how to do that,” she whispers, continuing to move on my lap.
My chest blazes as I nod, guiding her face as close as possible to mine, our lips brushing. She whimpers. “Stop thinking so hard.”
Her eyes stay locked on mine while I shift my other hand behind her to palm her ass. I slip it beneath the short hem of her skirt, feeling hot, bare skin.
“This okay?” I ask.
She tightens her hold on my hair, making the roots burn. “Yes.”
I massage it, digging my fingers in before moving my palm over it.
Millie’s body goes still when I shift my touch lower, to the dip between her ass and thigh.
Gently, I push further. The damp fabric between her legs wets the tip of my finger as I press hard enough to part her beneath it.
My vision darkens as I narrow into this feeling.
Millie jerks forward, but not away, and I let go of her chin. In a blink, she’s doing the opposite and pushing back into my touch, encouraging me to continue.
“What do you want me to do next?” I bite out.
Her throat bulges with a swallow. “I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do.” I let a second finger join the first, spreading them in a way that stretches her panties tight, outlining her slick pussy. Ignoring how good she feels like this, I let my gaze grow harder, more demanding. “Tell me.”
She pulls on my hair almost in punishment for my demands, and I let my lips tug up at the corner before pressing them to hers. I drag her lip into my mouth and bite down on it, making sure she feels the slight sting of it between her legs.
“This lesson isn’t about making me feel good. It’s about me making someone else feel like that,” she argues, voice tight.
“You never touch a man’s cock without making sure he gets you off first. Not ever, Millie. That’s why we’re starting here. With you.”
I give in. Without hearing her ask me for it, I hook a finger into the side of her panties and pull it out of my way. She’s exposed beneath this tiny fucking skirt of hers, and I know the moment she feels it. A tight, stifled whine escapes from her lips, filling my mouth.
“Gonna play with you bare unless you tell me otherwise,” I warn, hovering my touch over where I know she’s dripping.
The speed at which she nods only drives me further insane. I want to hear the words more than anything. It’s important that she feels comfortable with herself enough to be vocal about what she needs, and yeah, I’m a selfish fuck who wants to hear her beg me too.
“Approval, Millie. Give it to me,” I snap.
Something cracks inside of her. “Yes. Yes, you can touch me there.”
I slide the tip of my finger through her slit, letting it grow slick before bringing it to the small, swollen nub.
Tapping it once, I watch her shake in my lap, releasing my hair just long enough to push against my chest. She leans back, using a tight hold of my shirt to keep herself from falling completely off my lap.
Eyes wide, she watches as I move my hand between us, the shine of her arousal on my fingers. Without lifting her skirt, I reach beneath it again, using the new angle to trace circles over her clit.
“Good, Millie?” I ask lowly.
“Mmmm.”
I still. “Words.”
Fire flares in her eyes as they crawl up my body and burn into mine. Her single-word reply is sassy, almost annoyed. “Yes.”
It turns me on more than it pisses me off.
“Good. And this?”
I glide my finger back through her pussy.
The perfectly smooth feeling of her drives me so far out of my mind I could blow right here.
Her entrance is tight but so damn wet that it’s easy to make sure I’m lubed enough for the first push inside.
She sucks in a sharp breath as I sink my finger in slowly, moving past the initial restriction.
“Ahh,” she whines, falling forward against my chest. “It’s—good. Good.”
I push my tongue to the top of my mouth to keep silent. The feel of her like this is going to my head just as badly as it’s going to my cock, and I’m too fucking old to be so weak-willed. I’m throbbing beneath her, leaving a pool of precum in my underwear.
The second she clenches around my finger, I speak regardless of all that, letting my mouth run wild. The need to learn every sexual thing this woman likes is a drug, and I’ve unknowingly already taken a hit.
“That’s it, princess. You’re so tight . . . it feels good, doesn’t it? Do you feel full?”
Her eyes close, lashes fluttering. “So full.”
“You can take more, though, right? For me? You’ll let me stretch you and feel the way you grip my fingers like you’re scared to let them back out?”
“Yes,” she moans, pussy dripping down to my knuckle.
I give it to her, working another inside. She spreads around them, tightening painfully. I could add another . . . she’d take it. But this is good for now. For today.
“Such a good girl, Millie,” I praise, nudging her head to the side so I can kiss her neck.
She tastes nearly as sweet as she looks. I run my tongue down the column of her throat before nipping at it, curious how she feels about marks.
My words strike exactly where I knew they would.
Hearing my praise affects her so deeply, having damn near the same effect on her as a roll of her clit does.
I’ve called that from our first night together.
Knew she’d get off on hearing how much she pleases me.
It’s the good girl inside of her, branded so deep she’ll never be able to shake it.
It’s part of what makes her so damn intoxicating.
“You gonna come for me soon? Gonna let me feel you gush all over my hand?” I ask, sucking at the underside of her jaw. “Make a mess of me, princess.”
“Shade . . .”
“Millie,” I rasp, moving faster.
Curling my fingers, I search for the part of her that will push her over the edge.
I remember the way she put her focus on her clit, avoiding slipping her fingers inside the first time I felt her here.
Things are different tonight. She’s going to come just like this, and she’ll go home knowing that it’s possible so she can do it all over again when she’s alone and feels the desire to let go.
Eyes flying open, she shoves a fist against my shoulder, lifting off my lap. I move my hand, following her movements and pressing harder inside of her. She cries out, the length of her body trembling as I fuck her deeper, my knuckles dragging over hot skin.
“Give it up for me,” I push out, blood thumping in my ears. “Let go like a good girl, Millie. Let me have it.”
She does. Like a switch has been flipped, she loses that bright glow and glimmers in darkness.
I watch in awe as she transforms in front of me, a feral noise escaping her that may as well be a hot mouth around my cock.
Her lips hit mine abruptly, roughly, her tongue working into my mouth to dance with mine.
I groan, sucking it hard in an attempt to gain some power here.
There’s no use. There’s no chance of me finding any once she releases me and slips down from my lap. My fingers are wet, left lying over my crotch. Eyes blinking lazily, she moves to the floor in front of me, kneeling between my legs. Her hands palm my knees, her touch hot and claiming.
“What are you doing?” I murmur, giving my head a single shake.
“Teach me, Shade. I’m ready.”