Chapter 19 #2
I reach behind my back and unhook my bra, sliding it off my shoulders as Dan’s eyes widen.
“What are you doing?” he says, his voice raspy.
I toss my bra to the side, leaving me as bare as he is. “You said I shouldn’t be the only one allowed to ogle,” I say impishly, leaning forward so my small breasts brush his skin. “And you wanted to feel your skin on mine.”
One large hand tangles in my hair while the other comes to the middle of my back, holding me against him as he attacks my mouth. There might not be any finesse, but what he lacks in experience, Dan makes up for with enthusiasm and passion.
We’re pressed together, the heat building between us. Dan’s hips start to move under mine in jerky movements, a sort of thrusting and grinding combined.
Pushing up on his chest, I take his hands and lift them to my breasts. His hips still as I look down at him.
“Follow my lead,” I say, then slowly, I start to roll my hips, swiveling around on him.
For a moment, he’s frozen, his eyes staring at his hands that are now covering my breasts.
But for a guy with no experience, he catches on fast. When he squeezes me, I nod, encouraging him.
He pinches my nipples and I can’t hold back my moan.
Cautiously, he starts to move beneath me, much smoother this time, picking up the rhythm.
“Oh God,” I gasp as his dick rubs against me. Even through layers of clothing, I’m so turned on by him, by everything, that I realize with some surprise, I’m close to coming.
“Keep going,” I moan, my eyes fluttering closed. I cover Dan’s hands with mine, showing him how to twist and pluck at my nipples the way I do when I’m playing with myself.
Again, he proves to be a quick learner, and I bring my hands to his chest, leaning forward so I can rock back and forth along him, rubbing my clit, listening to his pants and grunts and echoing them with my own sounds of pleasure.
“Shit, Lark,” he grinds out, dropping his grip down to my hips, holding me in place. He grunts, driving his hips up. “Fuck. Oh fuck.” Once, twice, three more times he grunts and thrusts before I feel him shudder through his release.
Mine is right there, but I don’t actually care about it anymore as I look down at him, his eyes closed, lips slightly parted, and pure ecstasy written across his face. I trace my fingers along his cheek, marveling at how right it feels to be with him this way.
But his eyes flutter open, and they’re filled with determination.
“Teach me how to get you off, Birdie.”
I’m moving before I can respond as he flips our positions. Once he’s stretched out on the deep couch beside me, he rests his palm on my stomach, his other arm propping up his head.
“I want to make you come.”
I nod vigorously. I want that, too. Very much. I take his hand and slide it down my body, dipping below the waist of my leggings. His fingers graze the dampness between my legs and his eyes grow dark. “Damn. Is that…is that because of me?”
A giggle escapes me. “Is there another deliciously sexy baseball player charming me with dirty sweet talk?”
He growls, bending down and kissing me before tugging my lower lip between his teeth. “There better not be.”
His fingers dip in and out, lightly circling, teasing. My hips start to shift as I fight not to grab his hand and put it exactly where I want him. If he wants to explore, who am I to say no?
But all too soon, that teasing becomes too much to bear.
“My clit, please,” I beg, my back arching as I clutch at his arms. “Your hand, anything. Please.”
All I can do is hope he can figure it out, because I’m too close to give him any more instruction than that.
He fumbles at first, but then he proves, yet again, that he’s very in tune with me and my body.
Because after a couple of minutes, I’m keening and crying out his name as the sweetest orgasm washes through my body.
When I drift back to reality and drag open my eyes, he’s looking down at me with such wonder and amazement. I cup his cheek and smile. “That was incredible.”
Slowly, he pulls his hand free and brings it in front of him. His fingers are shiny with my release, and I flush at the sight of it.
I don’t know what I expect him to do, but it certainly isn’t to lift it to his mouth and lick off the moisture.
“Delicious,” he says in a low voice. “Next time you need to teach me how to make that happen with my mouth so I can taste your sweetness.”
“Oh,” I gasp as he sucks another finger clean. “Well, um, okay. If you insist,” I stammer, feeling another wave of heat wash over me.
Dan looks down at me with a wicked smirk that promises all kinds of pleasure.
“Oh, I very much insist, Birdie. I’m gonna want to see you let go like that again, and again, and again.”
He pulls me up to sit, and tugs his shirt over my head, before picking up his lightsaber chopsticks, still glowing red from when he turned on the LED lights earlier. He lifts a piece of sashimi and holds it to my mouth.
“Eat.”
I chew and swallow before answering. “That was your dinner. Aren’t you hungry?”
“Oh, I am. But not for sushi.”