The Lessons (13 page)

“Maybe,” I mumbled.

“Relax. Remember to breath, okay? I promise to go nice and slow.” He skimmed my jaw with his thumb. “Would you like a back rub?”

A back rub? I was a little confused by the offer, and I’m pretty sure my vagina shot me a dirty look, but I accepted. I mean, who doesn’t like a back rub?

I flipped over and as Ryan climbed up to straddle me, I had to admit it: I had missed him. He rubbed his hands together to warm them and then moved my hair out of the way.

“Warm enough?” he asked as he put his hands on my back.

“Mmmhmm.”

He started softly, gliding his hands over my shoulders and neck, until I could feel my breathing start to calm. Then he moved over the same areas but this time with more purpose, slowly massaging out the knots I’d developed over the past few weeks. I’d had professional massages before, and this guy, damn, he was giving them a run for their money.

I was just about to drift off when he lifted himself off me and laid down next to me.

“Good?”

I turned to face him and nodded. “Yeah, that was… you’re very good at that.”

He smiled down at me. “I wanted to make sure you were feeling nice and relaxed.”

“Mission accomplished,” I said, feeling slightly hungover.

He ran his hand over my hips.

“You are incredibly soft, Natalie. You have the softest skin.”

“Thank you?” I replied, still feeling hazy.

“You’re welcome.” He grinned. God, he was so fucking hot when he smiled. “Do you want to touch me now?”

What? Okay, that woke me up. Touch him? YES. But, like, how exactly? I was not experienced in the art of seduction. Josh and I had never done anything but make out, so I didn’t feel at all comfortable with the idea of foreplay. Luckily, I didn’t have to wait for an answer. Instead, Ryan took my hand and put it on his chest.

Oh.

His chest was hard, warm, and muscular and it felt very strange to be in the drivers seat. I looked up at Ryan and he gave me a little nod, so I moved my hand over him. I ran it over his bicep marveling at how strong it seemed and then back to his chest where I felt his nipple pebble under my palm.

Then he pulled back just a bit, massaging my tits with one hand before lowering his neck so that he could take them in his mouth.
Ohh,
his mouth was warm and wet and I felt the rest of my body come to attention. Gently pulling on my nipple with his teeth, he elicited a groan.

“I love your nipples, Natalie.”

My eyes shot open. He— wait what? He loved them? What did he just say? Okay, wait, it was probably just part of… this. Part of the act. Or a slip of the tongue.

“Thank you,” I said again, trailing my hand down toward his hip.

He moved up to my face, cupping it with his hand. I responded by pressing my cheek against him. I loved feeling his hands on me. They were so big and powerful that I felt delicate and precious in comparison. Without him asking, I wrapped my leg around him, pulling him in closer. I felt the steel outline of his cock brush against my thigh and I immediately knew I was soaking wet.

“Natalie,” he began. I opened my eyes for a moment. His gaze was focused on me. “I’m going to kiss you now.”

I closed my eyes and parted my lips for him, and a beat later, his lips were on mine. He started slowly, with teasing feathery kisses but then I got brave and licked his lower lip. He responded by shifting so he could pull my head back, opening my mouth to him. He kissed me hard and deep, his tongue to exploring me completely.

I had never been kissed like that before.

I let myself put my hands in his hair for the first time. It was soft and thick, just as I’d imagined. I felt my finger brush against something hard and for a second I forgot what it was.

“Oh, shit, sorry, did that hurt?” I froze—I had hit his hearing aid.

He smiled down at me. “No. It’s fine. Don’t worry, you can’t hurt me. Oh, and Natalie?”

I looked up at him.

“Relax, okay? Try to get out of your head and just concentrate on the sensations.”

I swallowed and nodded. Right. The sensations. Got it.

He pulled me back into him and I felt my body slip away as I gave myself over to the
sensation
of Ryan in my mouth. Ryan’s fingers in my hair. Ryan’s cock against my thigh.

“Give me your hand,” he said, whispering in my ear. I obliged and he took my hand in his and ran it down so that I could feel his cock pressing the bounds of his boxer briefs. As I ran my fingers over it, Ryan tugged the fabric off, and I tried not to gasp. Now, I don’t have much experience with this kind of thing, but I’m sure he was above average.

Definitely above average.

“You can touch it,” he offered.

“I—I don’t want to hurt you,” I whispered tentatively.

He chuckled. “Don’t worry about that. Here.” he took my hand again and gently laid it along the shaft. It was warm and hard but incredibly soft and smooth. I ran my fingers up and down and I heard his breath hitch. I looked up at him, and his eyes were dark and hooded, his gaze was trained on me. I looked back down at his cock and found myself wondering: was this what I’d been so afraid of? Because this was not a cause for alarm. No, this was actually kind of amazing.

And then my phone rang.

“Ignore it,” Ryan murmured.

I pulled away, embarrassed. “I just want to put it on silent, hang on.” I fumbled at the side of the bed for my purse. It was a text from Brad, asking about our date on Saturday.
Nice timing.

“I am so sorry.” I mumbled, still stuck in the haze from a minute ago. I switched off the ringer and turned back around.

“Your boyfriend?”

“Ha.”

“The guy from the other day?”

“Josh? No, I told you he wasn’t my boyfriend.”

He laughed. “Then who was it? You just blushed something fierce.”

Shit,
I did? Goddammit.

I closed my eyes. Crap. “Just a date.”

“A date?” Ryan’s look cooled. “Natalie, are you—”

“No!” I snapped. “I’ve only gone out with him once. For coffee. I figured that by the time, you know,
it
rolled around, we’d be done with our… lessons.”

Ryan sat there, considering my response.

Ryan

“Oh yeah? So…who is he?”              I asked slowly, trying not to betray any emotion. I wanted to seem interested, but not
too
interested, if you know what I mean. Trying to balance this while my cock was out was proving interesting.

“No one. Just someone from work.” She looked uncomfortable and I instantly felt bad for pressing. Holy hell, I was supposed to be helping this girl. Not berating her for getting on with her life. What did I expect? For her to stay single forever? For her to tear up the contract and pull me down on the bed? She wasn’t going to do that—we were talking about
Natalie
, for Christ sakes.

I took a deep breath. I was doing my best to make this experience a good one for her. I couldn’t give up now. “That’s good, Natalie. Just keep to the contract and we’ll be fine. Now, where were we?” I looked down at her lying on the bed, and slowly rubbed my jaw. “Yes. Right.” I turned and pulled myself up so I was hovering over her, allowing my cock to brush against her cunt. The sensation made her eyes roll back in her head just a little, and I knew I had her full attention once again.

“Are you ready for full penetration, Ms. Reese?”

She nodded, her eyes closed tight.

“Well, let’s just make sure you are good and ready.” I held her with one hand while the other made its way down to her pussy, running one finger along her folds.
Jesus.
She was soft and tender and really, really wet. I mean, soaking. I felt my cock grow even harder against her.

“You’re so wet, Natalie,” I murmured. It was… a scientific observation. Yes. Back to science. Trying to help her understand the sensations she was experiencing. That is, until curiosity got the best of me, and I veered off course. “Was it the phone call? Thinking about your boyfriend?”

Waaaay off course.

I expected her to sit up in bed and throw me out for that comment. But she didn’t. Instead, she breathed “For you,” clearly lost in the moment.

Thank God her eyes were closed, because that gave me the biggest, stupidest, grin. I tried not to get too excited: I knew from experience that women (and probably men) will say anything during sex. I turned my attention back to her pleasure, flicking her clit with my thumb, and her hips responded by rocking back and forth, searching for more. No, this woman actually wasn’t like a science experiment at all. Everything I did seemed to elicit a perfect, textbook reaction. Not like some of the women I’d worked with in the past, where you had to focus for hours just to get them aroused. With Natalie, it was easy, natural. Now the only thing standing in my way was me, my ethics, and my deep, strong desire to fuck her brains out. I wanted to fuck her so hard that it made her forget the name of her date. Permanently.

I returned to her nub, palming it gently as I took one finger and slowly guided it inside her. Holy shit, she was tight. And responsive. I felt her clench around me as she ground her clit against my palm. My eyes flicked back up to her face; I loved watching her reaction to being touched; it was so fascinating. As I rubbed her, her brow furrowed as if she was concentrating on something. I took out my finger and there was a momentary loss that registered on her face, so I took two fingers and plunged them in.

She let out a little whimper.

“Too much?” I asked, trying to be polite. We were just working up to what I was going to do to her and I didn’t want to scare her away. Yet.

“No— don’t stop.” She was panting now.

I curled my fingers, slowly massaging that soft spot deep inside and Natalie responded expertly, gripping my back and I felt her nails pull into me. She liked it.

I looked down at her once more. Her cheeks were pink and she was sopping wet and ready for me, so I withdrew my fingers just as she was approaching orgasm, and spread her knees with my legs. I knelt between her, grabbed a foil packet off the nightstand, and ripped it with my teeth. Slipping the condom over my throbbing cock, I angled her into just the right position.

I tested her first with just the tip, checking to see how she’d react. She gasped and her eyes flew open.

“It’s not going to fit! It’s too big!” she exclaimed, pressing her hands against my chest.

I chuckled softly and caressed her face with my hand. “As good as that feels for my ego, don’t worry, it will fit. I just had two of my fingers inside you. You are ready. Trust me. I promise I’ll go slowly. Just close your eyes and breath.”

She looked at me a moment longer and then nodded and closed her eyes.

I lowered myself into her, going even more slowly than I’d promised. Okay, if I was being honest, it was more for me than for her. I stared at her face the whole time I was entering her, savoring her reaction. Seeing the flood of emotion cross her face as I filled her was unlike anything I’d seen before.

It. Was. Awesome.

“Are you okay?” I asked, once I was fully in. I was surprised she could take it. “Does it hurt?”

“Mmmhmm. No, good,” she said, and that was my green flag.

Natalie

I opened my eyes a little, venturing to peek at the man over me. Ryan’s eyes darkened as they caught mine and burned into me. He was fully inside me now and to my surprise, I’d only felt a light pinch before I opened up and wrapped myself around him. I felt full, fuller than I’d ever felt, but it was amazing. I clenched around him as he rocked against me, softly groaning as he slid against me.

Groaning is good, right?

“God, Natalie, you feel so good.” He grunted as his hips pressed against me in perfectly slow waves. “Is this too much?”

I felt a tinge of pride as the sensation built, and could barely squeak out a response. “No, keep going,” I gasped. My core was expanding to accommodate him, and I started to feel myself build. Was I doing this right? It felt like I was doing this right.

“Am I doing this right?”

He laughed and looked down at me. “There’s no wrong way, babe.”

Babe?

As he continued, he pulled me into him, kissing my neck in a way that made me tighten around him. Eventually he pulled away from my neck and our eyes locked, only inches from each other.

Whoa.

He held my gaze as his hips continued with a gentle yet primal rhythm that made the rest of the room fall away. Then he looked away and drew back, pulling my hips with him, not breaking our connection. Flat on my back, he spread my legs wider and held my hips.

“Does this feel okay?” he asked, as he pushed himself even deeper into me. A shock of electricity ripped through me as he pushed up against something tender and sensitive.

“Yes, more,” I panted without thinking, feeling like both a first class hooker and a sex goddess. I looked back up at him and his eyes were dark as midnight, his mouth was serious. I closed my eyes again, letting the sensation overtake me. My back arched as our bodies merged in a mess of heat and need, and he pulled me with him as we climbed higher and higher, faster and faster. Feeling my orgasm build, I tried not to give it away too quickly but the feeling of Ryan inside me became too much and my eyes snapped open to meet his and I could see him on the precipice and that’s all it took: I was there.