Page 15 of Our Elliana
As overwhelmed as I feel, there’s some aspect of my mind that’s thankful she gave me an assignment to complete. The frightening thing is that I won’t become her employee—or contractor, as Elegance puts it—if I fail to complete it right.
With my manhood pointing at an area on a woman that until recently I’d only ever seen on a rudimentary diagram, I approach, feeling and hearing my own heart hammering behind my ribcage. I wonder if she can hear it, too, then concentrate on what has to happen next. I need to please her.
Somehow.
I’m ashamed to say that I actually did spend some time on Elegance’s website watching some of the instructional videos they provide. They didn’t call these videos pornography for which I’m grateful. It wouldn’t feel decent to go indulging in something so salacious.
One of the boys in my church was once caught with some, and all of us were then lectured and shouted at for over an hour about how such depraved lewdness would rot our brains and corrupt our souls. I didn’t dare give in to temptation after that.
Even watching the videos on the site made me feel guilty, but they offered some needed insight into how to pleasure a partner. Trying to slow my breathing, I picture one similar to my situation now as I reach for her generous backside, ignoring how much my hands quiver.
Glad she’s facing away, I gradually make contact with the globes of her bare flesh. She leans into my touch and moans, making me harder than ever, but encouraged by this, I grip her more firmly.
Her skin is so warm. So smooth. Being naked behind a naked woman has me feeling dizzy.
“Problem?” she asks, peeking over her shoulder.
“Uh, no,” I tell her, not sure whether it’s a lie or not. Breathing way too fast, I stretch out my hand until it’s between a woman’s legs for the first time. I find wetness and—oh my gosh, so much heat—and can’t help groaning.
Oh, shoot.
I can’t believe how good this feels. How good she feels. Instinctually, I rub my thickness against her backside then across her slick interior, feeling so much elation that I clamp my eyes shut.
Stars burst behind the lids, my pulse races, and my breath is breaking out of me in harsh stutters. Already, my balls are drawing up closer to my body. If I’m not careful, I’m going to explode. I swallow, attempting to maintain control.
“Hey, Noah?”
“Yeah,” I squeak like a mouse.
“Do you feel all right? You seem awfully hesitant. Usually, men in this position are anything but.”
“Um...” Maybe it’s the wooziness I’m feeling, but the truth buzzes out of me of its own accord. “It’s just that I’ve never done this before.”
“Never done doggie style?”
I gulp again. What if she casts me out for admitting this? But I’ve already gone too far.
“I’ve never been with a woman like this. At all.”
She twists herself like a pretzel and drops her bottom onto the comforter as she glares into my eyes.
“You shitting me?” she demands, sounding furious.
“No, Ms. Pinkerton. I omitted it from my profile because I needed to get hired. My dad was laid off and my mom’s job is only part-time. Then, he had a stroke and she had to take a leave of absence to look after him. My firefighting salary isn’t enough to cover all that medical debt.”
This all flies out of me in a rush, but I can’t reel it back in. It’s already out there for one thing. Also, my parents owe over eighty-five thousand dollars, and I can’t allow them to go bankrupt.
I wait for her to gesture toward the door and order me out.
For a minute that feels like a tiny eternity, she remains silent, and I don’t know what to do. Fear crushes any arousal I might’ve had making my body deflate and bringing my humiliation full circle.
Have I just doomed my family to penniless ruin?
Then, the lady who holds my future in her hands unwinds herself. Lying on her back in the middle of the bed, she crooks her finger at me.
“Come here, Noah.” Instantly, I climb up beside her, hoping against hope she’ll offer me another chance. “First, don’t call me Ms. Pinkerton. Refer to me as Elliana or Elle. Second, have you ever kissed someone?” I jerkily bob my head. “Kiss me, then.”
I drop my lips over hers, and as I do, she brings my hands up to her chest. There’s jewelry there, piercings like what girls wear in their ears. I can feel them as my palms make contact with her skin, and tentatively, I stroke the little nubs with my thumbs. She moans, longer and louder than earlier, and I grow aroused again.