“I want to touch you,” she told him. “I want to make you feel the way you make me feel.”
“Well, you’ve pretty much got me jumping out of my skin. For entirely different reasons.”
She smiled. “I can help alleviate some of the tension. Just give me some guidance.”
“I don’t think you need guidance,” he said, heat flashing in his eyes. “You’ve got instinct on your side.”
“And those books,” she reminded him. Coming up on her knees, she quickly worked the fastening of his belt and then his fly. She shifted on the bed and removed his boots and socks, then shucked his pants. His black briefs were damn sexy, particularly with the bulge his thick cock created. She let out a low whistle. “Nice.”
Though she was turned inside out once again, a tiny shred of anxiety skittered through her. He really was a mammoth of a man. But so incredibly alluring. And she wanted him. She wanted him bad.
Her hand skimmed over his cock again and his hips bucked. She bit back a smile.
“Show me what you like,” she challenged him. “So I’m not floundering and wasting your time.”
In a tight voice, he said, “You are definitely not wasting my time. Or floundering. You do what comes natural to you. Whatever you want.”
Her head cocked to the side as she insisted, “I want to do it right.”
He covered her hand again and showed her how much pressure to apply while she stroked him through his briefs. Then he guided her hand lower to his balls and said, “Little gentler here. The boys are sensitive.”
She massaged lightly, eliciting a sexy sound from him that was encouraging.
Now for the real fun.
Very carefully, she peeled the waistband back so it didn’t catch on the tip of his penis. She eased his briefs down and tossed them aside. Glancing back at him, her eyes widened and her breath hitched.
“Good Lord,” she whispered. “How was there anything left over for the other men in this world?”
“Ha, ha,” he quipped. He reached for her as he said, “Come here.”
She deflected his advance with a shake of her head. “Oh no. This is much too delicious to pass up. You are just…so irresistible.”
Her pulse raced and her pussy started to throb again. Yes, it’d be a snug fit when they eventually made love, but she was already anticipating how wonderful he’d feel inside her, all hot and hard and so big he’d fill that void she’d lived with her entire adult life.
Wrapping her fingers around his shaft—so rigid and yet so supple—caused lightning bolts to zap all of her erogenous zones. Including the ones she’d never known existed. Moving her hand up and down was a bit cumbersome, so she released him and licked her palm, having picked up that tip in one of her novels. She then resumed her position and more easily slid her hand along his skin, making Ryan groan.
Determined to be good at this, she bent her head to him and drew her tongue along his skin from base to tip. She unraveled her fingers and merely held him against her palm as she licked him again. And again. Then, when his cock was slick from her ministrations, she pressed it against the valley of her breasts, since he seemed to find them appealing. In turn, he pressed the full mounds together, encasing his shaft as his hips lifted and lowered, sliding his cock between her breasts.
Ah, how those massage oils and lubricants she stocked in her store would come in handy! But she’d never needed them before tonight. Had never considered enjoying them herself, though they’d begun to fly off the shelves since Liza had come to town. Jess and some of their other friends now discretely dropped the bottles into their bags as they handed Ginger the sales sticker, not wanting to draw attention to their naughty purchases.
But even though Ginger felt a wicked thrill over what she was doing to Ryan, and he was getting more and more into it as
his cock pumped between her breasts, she didn’t find it the least bit tawdry. Pleasuring him—and giving him something in return for those two earth-shattering orgasms—made her happy. And he made her feel sexy and sensual. Not small and virginal, but…womanly.
Releasing him, she got bolder and gripped the base of his penis with one hand as her tongue teased the underside of his head before she drew the tip into her mouth.
His hips jerked and he let out a hiss. “Jesus, Ginger,” he said on a ragged breath. “You could start out as a B student, you know? Work your way up to that A so you don’t give me a heart attack right off the bat.”
She lifted her head and daringly said, “I was shootin’ for an A-plus.”
He groaned as his head dropped back to the pillow. “Overachiever,” he murmured, but didn’t stop her from continuing.
She took him deeper into her mouth and sucked harder, pulling those sexy sounds from him again. He shoved his hands through her hair and lifted the heavy curls off her shoulders and away from her face as her head bobbed up and down. She couldn’t take him all the way into her mouth, obviously, so she used her hand at his base to grip him tight as she made love to him with her mouth.
His breathing escalated and she got more adventurous. She kept one hand on his cock, but used the other to cup his balls, tenderly rolling the sac between her fingers. His bucking increased and soon he was grunting and groaning about as loudly as she’d done earlier.
“Oh yeah,” he said on harsh breath. “Just like that. You’re driving me wild.”