her mouth. “Because the important thing to remember is that some women can take longer to reach their sexual pleasure and that getting them there is worth the time.”
“Okay, well, that explains a lot,” Silver said. “Because when I have dated guys, they’ve always rushed me, like sticking their tongue down my throat, their hands in my panties, making me grab their dick...” She shuddered. “I felt so used.”
“Then they were all doing it wrong.” Ben kissed her lips. “Are you willing to take your fleece off?”
“Sure.” Silver removed it and lay back down again, watching him watching her.
“You got a bra on under that bunny top?”
“No, because these are my pajamas, and I don’t sleep in a bra.” She pointed at her chest. “And this is another way to tell that these are my real boobs, because they don’t stay sticking out when I lie down.”
“May I?” He gestured at her chest.
Silver nodded as he gently cupped her breast, his fingers warm and strong.
“Nice.” His thumb grazed her nipple and she jumped.
“Thanks.”
He bent his head to kiss her mouth, his hand remaining on her breast, his thumb slowing circling her hardening nipple. She grabbed hold of his shoulder bracing herself against the stirrings of pleasure as he transferred his attention to the other breast.
“You okay with this so far?” he breathed against her lips.
“Definitely,” she reassured him. “You can even speed up a little if you like.”
“Nah.” He kissed her again, learning and exploring her mouth with his usual slow efficiency.
Just about when she thought she might die of frustration, he eased his mouth free of hers.
“Can I take your top off?”
“Are you going to ask permission for every little thing you do?” Silver demanded.
“Yeah, it’s called active consent.” His mouth kicked up at the corner. “Ever heard of it?”
“I’m a woman. Of course I have, but I’ve never met a man before who knows what it means. I’ve been on movie sets where I’ve had to deal with a lot of unnecessary and uninvited dicks.”
He actually looked angry. “What kind of jerk does that?”
“Sometimes it’s an accident, and I get an apology, but sometimes the bastard knows exactly what he’s doing, and I just have to grin and bear it.” She stroked his chest. “Wow, talk about ruining the mood. No wonder no one ever wants to have sex with me.”
“Don’t worry,” he assured her. “I’m very focused on your pleasure right now.”
“Only because you’re scared I’ll ask you questions you don’t want to answer.”
He pulled her top off and stared down at her breasts like a man who’d been struck dumb, which was highly gratifying. She knew she was in good shape. She put in hours at the gym to maintain her body because otherwise she wouldn’t get cast, but she was used to being examined like a piece of meat. For the first time in her life she had someone gazing at her with uncritical adoration, and it was really something.
He leaned in and placed a deliberate kiss between her breasts. “You’re so beautiful. I can’t believe I’m here with you like this.”
He licked a path to her nipple and sucked it into his mouth. Silver gasped and shoved her hand into his hair, her nails scratching his scalp as he licked and teased her tender flesh. Just when she thought she might scream, he transferred his attention to her other breast, and gave it the same amount of intense interest. By the time he finally sat back, she was breathing hard, all her attention focused on the physical sensations he had aroused in her.
“Still okay?”
She nodded, her gaze falling to his boxers where the thick outline of his cock pressed against the cotton. There was a damp spot at the top and she reached out to touch it with her finger.
He shuddered and took hold of her wrist. “You’ll make me come.”
“I’ve done that for men before.” She tried to sound nonchalant. “It’s no big deal.”
“Are you trying to tell me that the kind of guy you go out with expects you to get him off, and gives nothing in return?”
His outrage on her behalf was so sweet that she patted his cheek. “Sometimes they tried to reciprocate, but it always felt awkward and rushed.” She bit her lip. “A couple of them said I was frigid.”
“Bastards,” Ben growled. “Look at you! You’re so hot, you’re making me burn.” He held her gaze. “You ready for the next lesson?”
She pointed at his groin. “Is it