and I resist the urge to smile. Blair would never admit to that, even if I had. “It’ll just take getting used to.”
Again, the swell of pure masculine pride that courses through me is overwhelming. It’s not an emotion I’m proud of, but it’s there, and damn if it doesn’t make me grow even harder. “Something else we’ll have to practice on,” I say.
And then her hand is replaced by something warm and wet and I look down to find her lips around me.
It takes everything I am to force myself to lie still and endure. Golden hair spills around her, on my thighs and stomach, covering me in beauty. I reach out and it slips through my fingers like silk.
“Blair…”
She doesn’t respond, but honey-brown eyes lift to meet mine. Seeing her like that is enough to send need pounding down my spine again. It’s been a long time since I’ve wanted a woman this much.
“Fuck.” The word slips out. She’s moving faster now, and her mouth is enthusiastic and warm and damn when her tongue moves like that…
“See?” I mumble. “This is how you enjoy oral.”
She releases me just long enough to shoot me a disparaging look. “Thank you, sensei,” she says, her voice dripping with syrupy sarcasm, and I bark a laugh. Then her mouth is back and I’m not thinking anymore.
The urge to keep going is strong. To fist a hand in her hair, to take what she’s offering for as long as it takes. The idea of finishing inside her mouth is enough to make my balls twitch.
But we have practicing to do. And it’s Blair, and it’s only the second time, and I’m supposed to show her why this is a good idea and should absolutely continue.
I reach down and grip her shoulders. I need her beneath me, her legs wrapped around me, to see her eyes as I push in.
“Inside you,” I tell her. It’s no effort at all to pull her up, her lithe body against mine. I tug her flimsy panties down her legs and off. Pretty as they are, she’s far, far prettier.
But when I move to turn us over, she twists in my arms. “No.”
She returns to her straddle instead. Seeing the protest in my eyes, she puts a hand on my chest and pushes. “Stay.”
I groan at the command but… amazingly, I obey. The angle does give me the most stunning visual as she rises up, gripping my cock, guiding it inside. I grab her hips and help her sink slowly down.
Inch after inch of me disappears.
I don’t know what’s best—the look in her eyes as I stretch her out or the tight, warm heat of her surrounding me. Together they bring my blood to a boil.
“Oh yes,” she sighs. “I’ll get used to you.”
“All you need is practice.” I reach down and rub my thumb against the top of her, igniting her own pleasure again. Blair’s soft moans are the only sound as she begins to move, her hips sliding up and down on me. Her hair is a golden halo around her.
“You’re not used to being ridden,” she says, as if that’s not a ludicrous statement, as if it doesn’t send measures of unease and lust through me at the same time.
So that’s what this is about?
She wants to be in control?
If she thinks this position is one where I’m at a disadvantage, she has it all wrong.
I reach up and cup her breasts. Her nipples immediately stand to attention, begging for my mouth. Rising up to suck her nipple into my mouth is simple enough.
So is tugging at her hair, kissing her skin, letting my hands run over the impossible softness of her. It’s not long before she’s down on her elbows and her hair is a curtain around us as I’m kissing her, holding her, my hips thrusting from beneath.
And when it’s over, as pleasure spreads from my spine to my legs after my own release, she drapes herself over me. I wrap my arms around her and feel the beating of her heart, hearing the echo of my own in my ears.
“Well,” she murmurs, “I think I’ll enjoy this kind of practice.”
I close my eyes and don’t let myself consider what we’ve done, what this will lead to, how it’ll inevitably end. The disappointment in Cole’s eyes—the disappointment in Blair’s eyes.
“Are you on birth control?” I ask instead. A question I should have asked earlier, but seeing as I was doing everything wrong, what