Page 20 of Midnight Lessons
Willow scoots up the bed, making room for me, her smile teasing. “So, considering we’re both new at this, do you think we should refer to one of your biology diagrams? You know, so we know what fits where?”
I smirk. “I think we’ll figure it out. Although, I’m not sure I qualify as a virgin given the amount of sexual experiences I’ve had with my right hand.”
Her laugh is wicked and unrestrained. “Saving yourself for marriage?” she teases.
“No. Just for you.”
Her laughter dies, and her eyes soften and sparkle with tears. “Owen…”
I shrug self-consciously. “It’s always been you, Low.”
“And you for me,” she whispers, holding out her hand to me.
I feel big and ungainly as I climb onto the bed beside her, but she watches me with that same eager look. Her naked beauty sends my blood raging through my veins—her smooth legs, the curve of her belly, her bare arms. Willow is everywhere, filling my senses.
What would an experienced man do in this situation? Take charge, sweep the woman into his arms, and claim her confidently? But I’m not experienced. And there’s something poignant in this being the first time for both of us.
Willow exhales, sensing my tension. “We’ll learn together, O. Step by step. Just like that treehouse.”
I groan and laugh. “Christ, I hope I make a better job of this than that damned treehouse.” I thread our fingers together and press a kiss on the back of her hand. “God, Low—if you only knew how much I want you. How long I’ve wanted this.”
“I’ve been waiting for this—for you—for a long time too,” she whispers.
I cup her face with my free hand, tilting it upward. My mouth descends to hers, and she kisses me back feverishly, hotly, her lips as demanding as mine. We devour each other, consuming and taking. There’s no part of me that doesn’t respond to her, urging me to sink into her welcoming heat, swift and hard.
But I won’t give in to the commands of my impatient body. She deserves more than a fast fuck.
Placing my hands on her shoulders, I guide her down until she’s lying flat on the bed. I loom over her, bracing my weight on my forearm as I continue to kiss her. I stroke my other hand along her jaw, down the column of her neck, teasing the curves of her collarbones. Then I let my hand drift lower, over her breast, where her heart hammers.
I cup the heavy globe, silken and full, groaning at the weight of it in my hand. Her gasp turns into a moan as I find her hard nipple with my thumb, gliding over the hard tip. I pinch, earning another throaty moan. She’s so responsive, so eager, panting with each caress, each touch.
I play with her other breast, giving it the same attention. She writhes beneath me, arching upward, wrapping her arms around my neck. Her legs are restless against mine, so soft against my rougher skin.
Stroking my hand lower, I skim her ribs, her waist, the supple roundness of her stomach. With more patience than I knew I possessed, I tease the bare skin of her inner thigh. So soft. Smooth and sleek and lush. Her flesh as hot as a fever.
My cock aches, my balls ready to combust at the slightest shift of her body against mine. I grit my teeth, struggling not to come before I even get inside her. I want to delve deep, but I fight to keep a tight rein on my hunger.
Slow. You’re not a fucking animal.
Slowly,I guide my fingers over her mound until they find her moist folds. And God help me, she feels like paradise.
Low shifts against my hand, her legs opening slightly as she presses her pussy against my fingers. “Yes,” she sighs. “Yes.”
I touch her gently, rubbing her, listening to her responsive sighs and moans. My fingers dip deeper, and I groan as her heat bathes them.
I roll on top of her, my cock hard against her hip. Our mouths meet in a hungry kiss and all my dreams, all my fantasies, pale in the face of reality. Low is mine. I’m finally making it a reality.
I slide a hand between us, pushing a finger inside her. She lets out a little gasp of encouragement, straining against my fingers.
“Oh, God,” she huffs. “Owen…Please…”
Is she telling me she’s ready for me?God, please let her be ready for me because I’m about to cum all over the sheets.I need to be inside her.
Taking myself in hand, I falter a few times beforelining myself up with her entrance. Willow moans as I rub the head of my cock against her opening.
“God. I want you so badly. Can’t wait,” I growl, angling my cock and slowly sinking in, inch by inch, as her body works to accommodate me.
Tight, molten heat surrounds me as I push in another inch and another until I’m fully seated inside her. I shut my eyes, savoring the hum of my blood and the impending orgasm gathering at the base of my spine.