Drawn Deep (Afternoon Delight 2)

He rolled his neck, trying to keep his body from tensing any further. It was basically a lost cause. The sex and silk in her tone had hardened him to steel in a nanosecond. “You’d be doing a public service in a way. Keeping the hapless non-virgin from unleashing his moves on an unsuspecting populace.”

“Yes. And we all know I’m a humanitarian. By the way, you’re going to have to tell me more about how a man lives with a woman for years and keeps his cherry. I’m still confused.” She rose up on her knees behind him and circled her arms loosely around his shoulders. “Though I have to say…” Her lips closed over his earlobe and he swallowed a groan. “I liked getting the first juicy taste.”

A shudder moved through him. Apparently her teasing hadn’t been verbal only. She intended to deliver on her promises. “What’re you doing?”

“Right this very second? I’m about to slide my hand into your shorts and take care of that very attractive morning wood with my mouth. I’ll probably bring you right up to the edge and then I’ll search around for a condom, put it on with my teeth and ride you like I’m in the fucking Kentucky Derby.”

“Oh.”

She laughed at his non-answer and rubbed her cheek against his. “Is that a good oh or a bad one?”

“It’s an I’m trying not to cream my shorts before you touch me one. And also an oh shit one because I can’t believe you’re giving me another chance when I’m not sure I deserve it.” He turned his head and caught her lips, kissing her gently. “You’re a gift to me, baby. I don’t want to pull the ribbon too soon or rip the paper. I want to unwrap you just right.”

Her tongue touched his, as tentatively as her hand caressed his back. Her flirtatiousness seemed to have disappeared with his speech.

Had he freaked her out? Done something else wrong? Turned her off completely? If he hadn’t yet, he probably would soon. This sex thing was more complicated than he’d ever imagined.

“You’re going to have to tell me when I fuck up,” he said, unable to steady his voice. It felt like so much more was on the line than a simple bounce and tumble. “I’ve never been the best with cues and especially not in this arena. If I touch you in a way you don’t like or if I move too fast or too slow or hell, if you don’t like the way I kiss, you need to say it so I can fix it.”

She tipped her forehead against his. “I

love the way you kiss. You don’t rush.”

“Anything worth doing is worth taking your time.” He brushed her tangled hair away from her face, wishing he could see every one of her beautiful features. “Can I turn on a light?”

“I have cellulite.”

He stroked her cheek. “Is that why you’re so fucking hot?”

Her laughter took him by surprise. “Another thing I love about you? Sometimes I can’t tell if you’re screwing with me. I never quite know what will come out of your mouth next.”

“That depends on what you’d like to hear.”

“Dirty talk,” she decided. “Definitely dirty talk.” She moved away before he could question her further and turned on the light on the nightstand beside the bed. “Better?”

“Much. What kind of dirty talk do you mean?”

She sat in front of him, pulling her bent leg toward herself. The pose gave him a brief glimpse at the satiny curls between her legs. Naturally she wasn’t wearing panties. God.

She arched a brow. “If you have to ask, you must not be a dirty talker.”

“I can learn,” he said quickly. Too quickly probably. Like the might-as-well-still-be-a-virgin he was.

“Oh, I have no doubt about that.” Tossing back her hair, she relaxed into the pillows and tugged on the ties that, apparently, kept her nightgown together. With a few flicks of her fingers, the red lacy fabric fell away, baring her gorgeous body. “First, I’m going to teach you how to properly eat pussy.”

“W-hat?” Of course he stuttered. Because this was the perfect time to act like a douche. “I already know how to do that.”

“See, this is part of that story I need to hear. Later.” She dismissed it with a wave and wrapped her hand around her breast, almost casually. Though how anyone could touch such perfection in a blasé manner, he’d never understand. She leaned forward and widened her legs, giving him a clear view of heaven. Flushed raspberry folds taunted him, glistening with moisture. “Tell me, Michael, are you a giver as well as a receiver?”

“I am.” He couldn’t clear the hoarseness out of his voice. Nor could he stop staring at the gleam of wetness on her inner thighs. God, he wanted a taste. “Let me prove it to you.”

“Oh, I will. First I think we need a reverse safe word.”

“Huh? What?”

She chuckled and tipped up his chin. “Eager, aren’t you? Eyes on mine for a sec. It’s important.”

“Okay.”