This makes me smile.

My tongue is right against her clit, and then I purse my lips and suck on it.

Sela’s hands slap to my head, her fingers diving into my hair. She pulls in an attempt to remove me, and then just as quickly pushes my face into her. This tells me she’s warring with herself. She likes the way this feels but is troubled by the dirty nature of having a man up close and personal with her most sacred place.

That fucking turns me on like nothing else, and I start moving my tongue faster.

“I can’t,” Sela moans as she gyrates her hips against me. “I can’t. I can’t.”

Yes, she fucking can. I slide two fingers into her while I lash at her clit with my tongue, working it faster and faster. I can tell she’s digging those spiked heels into the mattress hard because her hips push all the way off the bed.

“No, no, no, no,” she murmurs to herself, even has she holds my face tight to her with an insane grip on my head.

Completely contradictory, her words having one meaning, her body another.

Perplexing and fascinating to me, it makes me burn with the need to make her orgasm. I pull my fingers free of her pussy, add a third, and push them back in deeply. I scrape my teeth on her clit then enclose my lips around it and I suck at her hard with intermittent smacks of my tongue against her.

“B-e-e-e-e-c-k,” Sela cries out in one long, stuttering breath as her back arches off the bed and I feel her pussy clamp down on my fingers in a stranglehold while she starts to come. She holds that position for a few moments as I can feel the pleasure rippling through her, and then she flops back down to the mattress.

I look up her body at her, my tongue now drawing lazy patterns around her clit. I stay away from the sensitive button of flesh because I don’t think she can handle it again so soon. Sela lifts her head up and stares back down at me.

Utter confusion.

Complete satiation.

Fear.

Acceptance.

Her head flops back down onto the bed and she lets out a shaky sigh. I pull my fingers free of her body, press a soft kiss on the bald mound of her pelvis, and inch my way back up her body. I hold my weight off of her, even though my cock is practically straining to push itself inside of her tight, wet heat.

Her face turns to the side as I hover over her. She chews at her lip in consternation.

“Sela,” I say to get her attention. She turns those blue eyes my way and that lip pops free.

“That was your first time?” I ask her gently.

Her cheeks get red again and she tries to turn her face away. My hand comes out, holds her still. I bend down, give her a brush of my lips against hers, and say, “Hey…don’t be embarrassed. I loved doing that to you. Plan on doing it again to you before the night is up.”

She gasps, those eyes go rounder, so I lay it out to her as honestly as I can.

“Baby…your pussy is so goddamn sweet, I’m glad I was the first to take a bite of it—”

Sela starts shaking her head side to side adamantly. I cock an eyebrow at her. “What?”

“You weren’t the first guy to…you know…kiss me there.”

I tilt my head, not understanding where she’s going with this. She takes in a quavering breath, lets it out slowly, and says, “That was the first time a man has made me have an orgasm.”

My chin jerks inward with stunned surprise, and before my brain can even fully process what that means, I swear to God my dick gets even bigger and harder. It knows what that means.

“You’ve never had an orgasm before?” I ask incredulously, and now my cock starts thumping with need to get inside her.

“I can give myself one,” she clarifies.

“You’ve got to be shitting me,” I mutter as I push up off her body and reach to the side to grab the condom. I tear the foil open and roll it onto my dick. My gaze goes back to her and she’s watching me warily. “What type of fuckwads have you been with that didn’t know how to pleasure you?”

She opens her mouth but I shake my head. “Never mind. Don’t answer that. It will probably only piss me off.”

Scooting my body and my rubber-clad dick right off the bottom of the bed until I’m kneeling on the carpet, I grasp Sela’s legs and pull her down until her ass hits the edge of the mattress.

“What are you doing?” she gasps.

“Going to eat you out again…give you one more orgasm before I fuck you,” I tell her simply before I latch my mouth down onto her again.

“No, I can’t,” she cries out, but again, those hands come back to my hair and she presses my face tighter to her.

Oh yes you fucking can, I think, and I wonder how many I can give her tonight.

Chapter 7

Sela

I lay absolutely still, contemplating my next move.

The sun rose about twenty minutes ago and I came fully awake, understanding that I was in Beck North’s hotel bed.

He’s on his back, one arm above his head on the pillow, the other resting across his lower stomach. He’s utterly gorgeous lying there totally nude, as the covers and sheets got kicked to the carpet hours ago. His mouth is slightly parted while he sleeps, and I remember in vivid detail what those lips did to me last night.

I lift my head and take a moment for the unfettered access I have to look at his body. My prior sexual experiences have been hurried and mostly with my eyes closed. There was usually a lot of fumbling in between hot kisses before falling to the bed, so with my foreplay experience there wasn’t a whole lot to see. Afterward, I never looked at my partner’s body. Didn’t have any interest, really, and I always covered myself up after the heat of passion cooled.

But Beck?

I’m totally dying of curiosity so I give in to it while he sleeps.

His body is perfect. He’s well built but isn’t overly muscular. His skin is a tanned a light golden color. There’s a smattering of dark brown hair on his chest, and another trail that starts from under his belly button and travels downward. He clearly takes care of himself, because the hair all around his penis is trimmed very short. Even though his hands are large and masculine, they are well manicured, and his hair looks rumpled perfectly…as if it were styled to look that great while still being a mess.

I look at his dick. I expect it might be overtired from last night. Right now it lays softly nestled in between his legs, still quite thick and long even in its rest.