Taming His Tutor(41)

She straddled his thighs, bending toward his big, wide, straining erection. She stared at it, fascinated, thrilled as she watched it strain tighter, larger before her very eyes.

Because of her.

Heat roared deep in her belly.

“All you have to do is kiss it, or lick it, or suck it,” he said roughly. “And you better do that quick, because you’re making me hot just by the way you’re looking at me.”

She was the one who was hot.

“Take me, Abbi.” His voice dropped to that low command that got right in her bones.

None of her usual doubts entered her mind. None of the what should I do now? line of questioning. This was what she wanted. Just Joe lying before her for pleasure.

She touched lightly at first, with the tips of two fingers, almost tentative as she watched him.

“Don’t worry,” he teased. “I won’t break.”

She chuckled at the ridiculous thought. “You like a firmer touch?”

“I’m gonna like anything you do. Take your time, do whatever you want. I’m yours.”

Hers to explore? She smiled at his boost. He was a good guy.

Now she wondered if he tasted good too. She bent closer, nuzzling into his defined abs, breathing in the scent and warmth of him. Dear heaven, his body was so damn big. So damn perfect. She ran her hands over his chest, swirling the tips of her fingers around his nipples—teasing to see if she could get his as hard as hers. Finally she moved her attentions lower, checking out the silky skin of his shaft, the broad, blunt head of him. She licked at the slit, then roved lower, discovering the weight of his balls, the way he moved when she lightly squeezed them. With every lick, every slide of her fingers, she fell deeper and deeper into a trance of discovery, of pleasure at finding how he reacted.

And her hunger grew voracious.

She wanted to eat him up, couldn’t feast fast enough. She clasped his balls in her hands, wrapped her fist around his shaft, and pumped while taking him so far into her mouth she felt him hit the back of her throat. And she sucked as hard as she could, bobbing her head in a rhythm that matched her hand. Releasing him when he bucked his hips. Then she paused, played, catching her breath before bending to try it again. To take more of him.

The kissing, the massage, the frank discussion of what got her wet and him hard, all coalesced within her. She wanted. And she’d damn well do what she wanted. And she wanted to explore every inch of his body.

It was a beautiful fucking body.

She kept licking, kissing, and sucking, just like he’d asked. With every breath, every stroke, she grew hotter. Eyes closed, she moaned and tried to take him deeper in her mouth. She felt his fingers tighten in her hair, liking the tender pull at her temple. She tugged back so she could suck him harder. She wanted to feel him thrust, to fuck her mouth. She wanted him to come.

“I’m not coming in your mouth,” he panted.

She remembered some of those adult films she had watched in the past—and how she hadn’t feel comfortable doing some of the things the women in those movies did. Not with Scott. But now, with Joe, she wanted to do those things. Ached to do those things.

She withdrew and softly sucked the very tip of him before answering with hoarse, honest desire. “Then come on my face.”

“Fuck!” His hips jerked and he tried to slide up the bed away from her.

She smiled. That’s what she wanted—him surprised, him excited. Him out of control. “I want you to. Please.”

With a shaking hand he half rolled off the mattress to reach for his jeans and grab a condom from the pocket. “Get on your hands and knees,” he ordered as he sheathed himself.

She eagerly complied.

He got off the bed to stand behind her and tested her with a finger, sucking in a breath as he easily slid into her heat. “You’re so wet.”

“Sucking you off turned me on,” she said simply, turning her head to look at him over her shoulder. Saying things like that when she was really aroused felt natural. Before, any sexy talk that she’d actually managed to think of had stuck in her throat. But she hadn’t had to think to say that…she’d just been honest.

She heard a smothered growl, and he gripped her hips. “This isn’t going to be gentle.”

She happily curled her fingers into the pillows. “Whatever you want.”

“You’re not helping me when you say things like that,” he growled.

“I thought you liked me being so willing to please.”

“Oh, I like it.” With a throaty mutter, he thrust deep. “I like it too much.”

She arched her back, tossing her head at the sheer pleasure of his possession. His hands swept around to clasp her breasts. Then one slid lower to her clit.