Page 105 of Teach Me How
His gaze moves to my mouth. Keeping his fingers twisted in my hair, he leans down and presses his lips to mine. It’s a kiss that I feel in my spine. A kiss that smolders all the way down to my toes. My fingers clutch at his hoodie, and he groans into my mouth.
Somehow, we’ve made it to the door. He breaks the kiss to rumble in my ear. “The lock.”
Right. I fumble to press the code into the keypad and the door swings open. His hands are already under my sweater before we even cross the threshold. We tumble inside, letting the door slam behind us. The coats and snow pants come off in a flurry. He puts his hands on my ass and hoists me up onto his hips. Slanting his lips over mine, he carries us towards the hall.
“That one.” I point to my bedroom, and he steps into it, kicking the door shut behind us. With one hand holding me on his hips, he locks the door behind us and carries me to the bed. Setting me on the edge, he braces his hands on either side of my thighs. Leaning down, he looks down at me with dilated eyes. “Do you want it?”
I’m a fly caught in his web. “Want what?”
He brushes the tip of his nose across my cheekbone, stopping with his lips by my ear. “Do you want me like I want you?”
He takes my hand and when I don’t pull away, puts it on the bulge in his jeans. My hand naturally curves around it, squeezing. He grunts at my touch. “I don’t think I can go easy.”
I start to lift his shirt. “I don’t want you to.”
70.
Skyler
She looks up at me with those big brown eyes and licks her lips. “Give me everything you’ve got.”
Magic fucking words.
My shirt goes over my head and by the time I’ve tossed it across the room, she’s pulled her sweater off. She’s wearing a black triangle sports bra and sweatpants. My fingers hook over the waist of her sweats, and I yank them down her legs.
She looks so beautiful perched there on the edge of the bed. There’s no game plan and maybe that’s me playing with fire, but I just know that kissing her felt like relief. I’m so thankful she didn’t push me away. I don’t have the space to worry about what comes next.
She works at the button on my jeans, and I stand over her, swaying on my feet as she tugs impatiently at my waistband. My fingers trail through her hair as she works the zipper, drags my jeans down. And then I’m half-dragging, half chasing her up the bed. Her head flops back against the pillow, dark hair spilling around her like a halo. She reaches up and links her hands behind my neck.
I kiss her slowly, forcefully. It’s not a gentle touch, but a possessive one. I use my tongue to form all the words I have no right to say. To impart my frustration and my desire and my desperation. She arches underneath me. Tiny whimpers sound in her throat. Each moan is a shot of adrenaline into my already charged system.
I need to plan ahead before there’s no turning back. Pushing upright, I turn to the side. She grabs my wrist. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I left my bag in the hall.”
She pulls hard on my wrist. “Now’s not the time for a costume change.”
“Condoms.”
Her legs tangle up in mine, winding me closer. “You packed condoms? Rather confident of you.”
I grin, letting her pull me down on top of her. “I was feeling optimistic.”
Her finger draws a line down my jaw. “Do we need it? Nothing’s changed since the last time.”
I tilt my head. “You haven’t slept with anyone else?”
She gently takes my glasses off and sets them on the nightstand. “No.”
That word fills me with relief. My head drops into the crook of her neck and I kiss the soft skin there.
She weaves her fingers into my hair and tugs. “What about you, Romeo?”
“It’s only you.”
Her thighs draw up alongside my hips, dragging her pubic bone up my shaft. I tilt my hips, positioning the tip against her center. Two layers of thin fabric separate us, but I press forward, groaning at the slight entrance I’m given, the way her wetness is soaking through the cotton fabric. I bend my head, kissing my way across her soft breasts. I suck on her nipple through her bra and she lifts her chest up, demanding more. My teeth capture her nipple, gently biting at it until it’s a hard peak beneath my lips. Then I drag the fabric aside, boosting up her already full tits and take her soft flesh into my mouth. Her skin tastes soft and sweet and just a little salty. She’s got one hand buried in my hair, the other kneads at my neck. I slip my hand between us, underneath her panties. My middle finger follows the curve of her body, dipping into her wet folds. Her hips buck under my touch and her hand curves over mine, encouraging me to add a finger. My palm hits her clit and my fingers curl against her inner wall. I can feel her body tensing up underneath mine. I know her well enough now to know when she’s close. This is an intimacy I could never have imagined I’d earn, but I would guard it jealously.
Just as she’s getting close, I pull my hand away. “I want you to come on my cock.”