Channing places a soft kiss on my lips, probably sensing that I’m getting upset. “Don’t be embarrassed, baby. I know you haven’t done this with anyone before, just show me where you like to touch to give yourself an orgasm.”
I’m glad that his face is so close to mine and that the only light available is the one coming from the drive-in screen, because I feel too ashamed to look him in the eyes as I admit the truth. “I don’t know if I’ve ever had one.”
His response is predictable, Kiara and Sarah told me exactly the same thing. “If you had had one, you’d know. I guess then we’ll find out together what feels good,” he adds without any trace of judgment in his low, soft tone.
“Tell me where it feels better, Len,” he demands, running his fingers from my opening all the way up my front again, but slower this time.
“Here.” I moan when he reaches a spot that has been throbbing since he began kissing me.
He presses on that spot, causing a pleasurable tremor to work its way up my spine.
Channing rubs a slow circle around it, and then another, applying more pressure each time. “Do you like it more when I press directly onto it, like this ... or when I rub and press around the edges?”
He demonstrates, moving his fingers to the very top and circling.
“Edges,” I manage to let out, finding it increasingly difficult to catch my breath when he rewards my directions with one delicious circle after the other.
He works me, dragging soft kisses up and down my neck, as the feeling between my legs becomes more intense with every touch.
“Channing.” I moan, not even sure what I want as his speed increases, causing a spasm deep inside me.
I don’t even realize that I’m bucking my hips, chasing his touch, the pleasure building and becoming more intense with each touch of his expert fingers.
I don’t know why but it didn’t feel anything close to this the few times I tried to explore by myself.
“Let go, baby,” he coaxes me. “Come for me.”
His words are accompanied by a new feeling as one of his thick fingers enters me easily and he increases the pressure on my clit.
He gets what he wants when that intense pleasure becomes almost too much and I snap. A hot rush spreads everywhere in my body, followed by another one and another.
My inner walls clamp around his finger as he swallows my scream with a deep, passionate kiss, massaging my tongue with his as he keeps touching me through my climax.
I’m unable to move or say anything for a long moment once the intense pleasure has subsided. I’ve never felt so relaxed before, a pleasant tingle invading every nerve ending in my body.
Channing is peppering soft kisses all over my neck, as the closing credits of The Breakfast Club roll on the big screen in front of us.
“That was so fucking hot!” he praises me, cupping my jaw.
His smile reaches his green eyes and I can’t help but smile back at him. “I guess now I have my answer,” I say, no longer embarrassed. “My girlfriends were right, if I’d had an orgasm, I would’ve known.”
His smile widens and he doesn’t try to hide the pride in his voice. “Glad I could be of help.”
He shifts slightly, wrapping his arm round my shoulders like he was when the movie began.
“That was amazing, Channing,” I say, still trying to catch my breath. “But I think we need to do something about you, now.”
I run my hand over the considerable bulge in his jeans, feeling his hard shaft through the fabric, the same way I did yesterday after kissing Jameson.
I feel bold and daring as I fumble with the button of his pants and I’m surprised when he places one of his big, warm hands on top of mine to stop me.
“What?” I ask, looking into the green depths of his eyes and fearing the answer even before I utter my question. “Am I doing something wrong?”
He kisses the tip of my nose and then my lips, softly and briefly. “No, baby.”
“Then why—I want to return the favor and I thought you were supposed to be teaching me this stuff?”
He chuckles, but there’s no derision in his tone. “Oh, trust me, we will teach you. And I can’t wait to have your hands on me, Len. But boys are a little messier than girls when they come, so I’m happy to wait until we’re somewhere less ... public.”
I feel confident that Channing wants me, after what we just did, so I offer, “Let’s go somewhere more private, then.”
He considers it for a second. “We could go home, but Peyton and J were going to stay in tonight. They’re working on a new modification to our wingsuits and if we go there, they’re going to give me shit for going out instead. Especially with you,” he says with a shit eating grin, before continuing, “I guess we could see if we can get a hotel room—”
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