bsp; “Footlong Longfoot.”
“And here I thought people were talking about my feet.”
She laughed, as he’d hoped, and ran her hand slowly, tentatively up his shaft. Figuring a teacher’s job was to teach, he covered her hand with his and showed her how he liked to be touched. His attentive student followed his lead. After a minute of sheer heaven, she spoke up.
“Tyler, I think my experts might have assumed, ah, smaller dimensions when they wrote chapter 3. I’m not sure I can do this exactly as they instructed.”
“What you’re doing right now works fine—”
Before he realized her intent, she ducked her head and kissed the tip of his dick.
“Well, okay, then…that works, too…”
Parting her lips just enough to take him in, keeping the seal tight, she inched lower…and lower.
His eyelids drooped to half-mast and his vision went blurry. “More,” he begged, even though she was probably approaching the most she could take. He swept his thumb lightly along her jaw and, God bless her, she took more. When she hummed deep in her throat and retraced her path, he felt the vibrations all the way to the soles of his feet. It took considerable effort not to whimper.
Maybe he did whimper, because she lifted her head and looked at him. “Was that okay?”
Somehow found his voice. “Ellie, you do that to any man, he’s going to be promising you diamond earrings…a weekend in Paris…whatever you want.”
She smiled and lowered her head again, and it was just as amazing the second time, but now, thanks to his comment, he had the thought of her doing the very same thing to some other guy stuck in his head. Not just stuck there, but messing with it. Suddenly, he hated the idea of being her tutor, her guinea pig, her stepping-stone to something bigger and better. With a vague, restless determination to show her he was the biggest and best, he pulled her up and tossed her onto the bed.
She landed on her back and immediately sat up. “Hey! I wasn’t done yet—”
“You’ve got the gist of chapter 3,” he ground out as he kicked off his jeans and shorts. “Consider this a two-fer.”
…
“A two-fer?” Ellie repeated and watched him close in on her. “What does that mean?” She wished she knew why being manhandled by Tyler made her weak in the knees, but Lord help her, it did. It really did. But when he started to drag her panties down, another thought occurred to her.
“Hold on.” She scooted out of his grasp.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong. It’s just that plain old missionary style isn’t one of the lessons I bookmarked. I’ve done missionary before.”
He looked at her for a full second, his expression unreadable. “Chapter 10,” he growled, and in a heart-stopping move, flipped her over. With a strong arm under her hips, he hauled her onto her knees and elbows. The suddenness of his actions jostled a squeak from her throat.
“Shh,” he whispered and smoothed his wide palm over her hip, mistaking her reaction for nervousness. “We’ll take it slow.”
At this point, as far as she was concerned, he could take it any way he damn well pleased, so long as he took, but still she couldn’t help mentioning, “You’re going out of order.”
He reached beyond her and snagged a small packet from his nightstand. Her insides trembled.
“News flash, Doc. Order’s overrated. Besides, you’ve spent enough time staring at my ass. Seems past time I returned the favor.”
With that, he tore her panties off. She gasped, but when his tongue took a long, unhurried slide down her spine, all the way to the small of her back, the gasp edged over into a moan. He kissed a line across the top of one bare cheek, then the other. Meanwhile his fingers delved between her legs, stroking, teasing…forcing her breath to come in ragged pants.
“Tyler…please.”
“I am here to please,” he whispered against her skin. “Tell me what you want.”
“You. Inside me. Now.”
“At your service,” he said with such playful tenderness she didn’t know whether to laugh or burst into tears. Then she felt the hot, heavy length of him slide down her backside and all she wanted to do was hurry. She couldn’t help arching and lifting to help him along any more than she could bite back a low, needy cry when he insinuated himself between her thighs—a cry that merged with his groan of pleasure when he nudged forward until he just barely penetrated her.
“Oh, God. Hurry,” she managed.