mean boring. Boring is a woman who isn’t present with
you in the moment. Boring is a woman who lies there and doesn’t participate or who
isn’t open to trying new things. Boring is an attitude,
not
a lack of skill or experience. If you’ve got the desire, the rest can be learned.
Taught.”
All it took was a good teacher and a willing student. And right now, he was feeling
quite professorial.
“You think?” she said, looking unconvinced.
“Baby, nothing is sexier than a woman who wants to learn.” He moved forward, backing
her into the wall, loving the little gasp she made when his burgeoning erection pressed
against her. “In fact, it’s my biggest turn-on, showing a woman exactly what to do
to please me.”
She wet her lips, her nerves visible right there at the surface. “Sounds like kind
of a selfish way of looking at it. How to please
you
.”
He chuckled and slid his hand down along her hip. “Yes, but pleasing me reaps so many
rewards. I always repay with interest.”
When he snuck his hand beneath her skirt and upward, she tilted her head back against
the wall and groaned. “What would you teach me?”
He smiled with promise. She’d left her panties off since they’d been ruined earlier,
and his fingers easily found what they were seeking. “The list is long, baby. It’d
definitely take more than one night. I’m a kinky fucker.”
“Van,” she gasped, as he curled his fingers inside her, sliding deep into the slick
heat.
“Want to be my student?” He pressed his thumb against her clit, rubbing in slow, tight
circles. “I promise lots of one-on-one attention.”
“Oh, God.” She rocked against his hand almost as if she was trying to resist the urge
but couldn’t stop the movement. Her voice went breathy. “I can’t—I can’t get involved.
With anyone.”
The words sounded like a plea instead of a statement. She was so close to the edge
already, even after her orgasms from earlier. God, he loved how hot she ran. Her arousal
coated his hand, her sweet scent filling the sterile kitchen. “I’m not asking you
to date me, baby. I’m not good at that anyway. I’m offering to show you what you’re
capable of, to teach you what you want to learn. To have fun.”
Her fingers twisted in his hair as she rocketed toward release with her eyes squeezed
shut and her head lolling from side to side against the wall. “Van!”
“Come for me,” he said, his voice going gritty with his own need to see her explode
again. “Fuck my hand and take what you know I can give you.”
Her shout was sharp and desperate as she shattered in orgasm, the sound winding through
the kitchen and empty restaurant. She called his name in a pleading prayer and melted
against the wall like butter on hot cast iron.
He pressed his forehead to hers, breathing deeply with his own desire pounding through
his veins. God, she was something to behold when she let go. No fucking way was he
going to let her get away with only tonight. He needed more of this.
More of her.
When her writhing had turned to gentle swaying, he slipped his hand from beneath her
skirt and brought his fingers to his mouth. Her eyes fluttered open in time to see
him savor her taste and suck his fingers clean. Her lips parted slightly, and her
barely concealed shock made him want her even more. Innocence and passion—her mix
of it was a potent drug to his system.
“Kiss me,” he said, a gentle command and challenge.
After only the briefest hesitation, she closed the distance between them and brought
her mouth to his. He took her lips in a languid kiss, knowing she’d be able to taste
her tart flavor on his tongue. He would convince her right here and now with actions
and not words that she shouldn’t walk away yet, that she needed to explore this as
much as he did. He would make her crave more. But right as he was deepening the kiss
and pulling her against him, an
you in the moment. Boring is a woman who lies there and doesn’t participate or who
isn’t open to trying new things. Boring is an attitude,
not
a lack of skill or experience. If you’ve got the desire, the rest can be learned.
Taught.”
All it took was a good teacher and a willing student. And right now, he was feeling
quite professorial.
“You think?” she said, looking unconvinced.
“Baby, nothing is sexier than a woman who wants to learn.” He moved forward, backing
her into the wall, loving the little gasp she made when his burgeoning erection pressed
against her. “In fact, it’s my biggest turn-on, showing a woman exactly what to do
to please me.”
She wet her lips, her nerves visible right there at the surface. “Sounds like kind
of a selfish way of looking at it. How to please
you
.”
He chuckled and slid his hand down along her hip. “Yes, but pleasing me reaps so many
rewards. I always repay with interest.”
When he snuck his hand beneath her skirt and upward, she tilted her head back against
the wall and groaned. “What would you teach me?”
He smiled with promise. She’d left her panties off since they’d been ruined earlier,
and his fingers easily found what they were seeking. “The list is long, baby. It’d
definitely take more than one night. I’m a kinky fucker.”
“Van,” she gasped, as he curled his fingers inside her, sliding deep into the slick
heat.
“Want to be my student?” He pressed his thumb against her clit, rubbing in slow, tight
circles. “I promise lots of one-on-one attention.”
“Oh, God.” She rocked against his hand almost as if she was trying to resist the urge
but couldn’t stop the movement. Her voice went breathy. “I can’t—I can’t get involved.
With anyone.”
The words sounded like a plea instead of a statement. She was so close to the edge
already, even after her orgasms from earlier. God, he loved how hot she ran. Her arousal
coated his hand, her sweet scent filling the sterile kitchen. “I’m not asking you
to date me, baby. I’m not good at that anyway. I’m offering to show you what you’re
capable of, to teach you what you want to learn. To have fun.”
Her fingers twisted in his hair as she rocketed toward release with her eyes squeezed
shut and her head lolling from side to side against the wall. “Van!”
“Come for me,” he said, his voice going gritty with his own need to see her explode
again. “Fuck my hand and take what you know I can give you.”
Her shout was sharp and desperate as she shattered in orgasm, the sound winding through
the kitchen and empty restaurant. She called his name in a pleading prayer and melted
against the wall like butter on hot cast iron.
He pressed his forehead to hers, breathing deeply with his own desire pounding through
his veins. God, she was something to behold when she let go. No fucking way was he
going to let her get away with only tonight. He needed more of this.
More of her.
When her writhing had turned to gentle swaying, he slipped his hand from beneath her
skirt and brought his fingers to his mouth. Her eyes fluttered open in time to see
him savor her taste and suck his fingers clean. Her lips parted slightly, and her
barely concealed shock made him want her even more. Innocence and passion—her mix
of it was a potent drug to his system.
“Kiss me,” he said, a gentle command and challenge.
After only the briefest hesitation, she closed the distance between them and brought
her mouth to his. He took her lips in a languid kiss, knowing she’d be able to taste
her tart flavor on his tongue. He would convince her right here and now with actions
and not words that she shouldn’t walk away yet, that she needed to explore this as
much as he did. He would make her crave more. But right as he was deepening the kiss
and pulling her against him, an
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