Page 47 of Player For Hire
She linked her arms around my neck. “Maybe we can just see how it goes.”
“See, now you’re getting it.”
And this time, she leaned into me first. The sweet raspberry scent of her wrapped around me and she tasted of sugar and honey. The homey scents drew me deeper into the miracle of this woman. The sweet wrapped in pockets of sultry was far more than I’d expected. I figured it would be fun to fool around and show her what sex could be like.
Not have her turn the tables on me so quickly.
She tugged at my shirt until I pulled it off me. Her mouth went to my shoulder and the muscles between that and my neck. Between the kisses were the strokes from her slim fingers with the bonus pressure of her body against mine.
I tugged at my old Henley until she got the drift and lifted it off her. I closed my eyes as her breasts slid across my chest. She was so soft everywhere.
My hands fell to her hips then around to her ass as I rocked her against my lap and my happy cock locked away in my gym shorts. Her lips parted as the friction grew with each roll of her hips grinding her against me. She inched back on my thighs and slipped a hand between us.
“Take me out, Naomi.”
She tucked a finger into the waistband of my shorts and there was a bit of hesitancy there before she reached in and curled her fingers around me. I dropped my hands to the couch. If I kept touching her, I’d distract her, and she needed her damn lesson.
Even if she took me out in the process.
She wiggled back and stood, her big eyes lasered to my cock that was tight against my lower belly. She rolled my shorts down my waist, and I lifted my hips to help her.
“If we go much further, I’m going to need a…”
She grabbed her coat and pulled out two condoms. “I came prepared with my supply list.”
“Do you know how to put one on a man?”
That little tongue flicked out to wet her lips. “No.” She met my gaze. “I want to reciprocate first.”
Yep, I was about to be murdered by that sweet mouth.
What a way to go.
CHAPTER 14
NAOMI
I didn’t know what the hell I was doing, but I knew I wanted to learn with him.
The lessons gave me a freedom I hadn’t realized I needed. When we were in session, there were no stupid questions.
It was freeing.
And empowering.
And okay, intimidating.
His silvery blue eyes were at half mast as he slid his fingers into my hair and drew me closer. “What kind of lesson do you want, Naomi?”
I squeezed my thighs together before I scooted closer to him and knelt on the couch. The whole thing felt awkward. Did I go back to the floor? Crouch over him? But I wanted to figure it out. Wanted to become someone who wasn’t nervous at the idea of sex.
He seemed to know how to read me and my body language. Every single time.
He stroked one big hand down my neck to the space between my shoulder blades and down the dip in my spine then back up. Like I was a cat who needed a long, sweet stroke to be urged closer.
I guess both of us liked a good purr.
I sat on my feet and bowed my head to nuzzle against his chest first. I was used to so many people with tattoos these days, it was surprising to find him ink free. Just golden skin with a light dusting of hair on his pecs.