The Lessons (26 page)

She looked up at me, her voice still small. “I thought we were over.”

“Babe, we haven’t even started yet.”

As my eyes dropped to her lips, I heard her inhale sharply. I stepped into her and slid my hand up her neck, guiding her mouth to mine, running my thumb over her lips. The pain I felt at possibly never seeing those lips again started to finally break and relief flooded over me. As I pulled her mouth into mine, our lips touched, and I felt it everywhere.

“Does anything else feel like this?” I murmured as I softly caressed her lips with mine. A low moan passed her lips as she surrendered herself to me, and I took her deeply into my mouth as my cock throbbed with desire.

After a moment, I pulled back and looked at her. Any inkling of despair or anguish was quickly being replaced with dark need. Any worry I had had about her reciprocating my feelings were over and gone. I knew she wanted me just as much as I wanted her.

“Can I ask you another question?” she asked with her eyes closed. “Why didn’t you say anything before?”

I paused, my hands cupping the nape of her neck. “I guess I felt that you deserved better, deserved more. I know you wanted the picket fence and the whole nine yards, but my life’s not normal, Natalie. All I have to offer is me, my issues, and my crazy family and imperfect, fucked up love.”

There. I said it. Despite my best efforts, I’d shown her more of me than anyone had seen before. And I was about to find out if it was enough.

If I was enough.

She looked up at me, her face stone, and for a second I thought maybe she’d run. That I’d talked so much sense into her that she’d finally seen the error of her ways and what a fucking mess she was about to walk into. I braced myself, but then something on her face changed— she was trying to restrain a grin.

“You love me?”

“Yes. I love you, Natalie Reese.”

“Hmm.”

“Hmm?” I repeat, confused.
All I get is a hmm?

“I accept that,” she said with said with a small smirk.

I exhaled, shaking my head at her. She was playing with me now.

“Oh, and Ryan?” She looked up at me, her eyes clear and deep, “I love you, too.”

I pulled her into me, and as I pressed my mouth into hers, our lips broke and crashed together.

“I hope you won’t find this unromantic, but I need you. All of you. Right now.” I rasped.

“Oh, fuck, finally,” she exhaled.

I picked her up and carried her down the hall, toward her bedroom.

“Natalie?” I asked as I threw open the door.

“Yes?”

“Promise me you won’t be irrevocably damaged by fucking your therapist?”

“Ex-therapist,” she corrected.

Natalie

As he threw me down on the bed and tore off my clothes, I pulled off his shirt, desperately needing to feel his hot skin on mine. As he stripped off his pants, I offered supplies.

“There are some condoms in the nightstand.”

His eyes flashed up to meet mine.

“Are you still on the pill?”

“Yes,” I replied, blushing.

“And you haven’t slept with anyone else?”

I shook my head.

“Even Teva Guy?”

“Wait, what?”

“The guy who was at your place…”

“You,” and it all came together. He had seen him. “You saw him?”

Ryan’s eyes darkened. “Yes. Yes, I did. And I’d prefer that you don’t see him again, if it’s not too much to ask. I’m not keen on sharing.”

I was quiet for a moment.

“Did you sleep with him?”

“No,” I murmured as I was caught in his gaze. “I suppose I should ask you the same thing. Have you… been seeing anyone else?”

His eyes moved down to my lips and he smiled. “No. You’ve ruined me, Natalie. I can’t even see anyone but you.” He kissed me once more before moving to take off his boxer briefs and I groaned as I examined his taut, tanned body.

“Damn. You’re so fucking sexy,” he said after he’d unleashed his massive erection, “I’ve been wanting this so long.” He crawled onto the bed so that we were next to each other.

“Me too,” I said staring down at his tattooed muscular arms, my skin hot and sensitive. I’d never needed a man to feel complete, but I’d missed this one more than I’d known and now that he was back, I was happy. Happier than I’d ever felt. And when he leaned in to kiss me, it was like every single Fourth of July celebration since 1776 exploded in my body all at once.

Yeah. Fireworks.

We kissed like we’d just invented kissing. His hands in my hair pulled me so I opened to him as he taunted my desire with his tongue. His body pressed up against mine, threatening to overwhelm me and I went crazy. It was exactly what I wanted, exactly what I needed.

As we kissed, I twisted and groaned with each flick on his tongue, and I swear I could have come just from his mouth on mine. But as he squeezed my tits, I bucked against him, my hips seeking out that sweet salvation that only came from him filling me past the breaking point.

“What do you want, baby?” he teased.

“You,” I swallowed, “All of you.” I pressed myself to him again, trying to find relief.

“You want this?” he pressed his length against me and I immediately responded by gripping his back tighter and crushing myself against him.

“Yes,” I panted.

“I want you, too, babe, I need to feel your tight little cunt squeeze my dick until every drop of cum is pumped out.”

He reached down to unbutton my pants and slipped his fingers down inside my panties.

“Christ, I fucking love this pussy,” he murmured as he ran his fingers over my cunt. I was beyond wet with want because Ryan Andrews without a filter was dirty and, frankly, fucking hot as hell.

His fingers brought me to the brink of orgasm, and just as I thought I was going to come, he removed his hand, and yanked off my jeans and panties. After throwing them on the floor, he moved my knees apart, and settled into that position where I was totally exposed to him. My shoulders collapsed onto the bed as he traced the insides of my thigh lightly with the pad of his thumb.

“Natalie,” he said, “this is mine.”

I looked up at him. His eyes were dark and hooded, his erection looking so hard it hurt.

“This pussy. Is mine,” he repeated. “Say it.”

“My pussy is yours,” I breathed.

He bent down and I closed my eyes, expecting to feel his cock at my entrance but instead I felt the delicate yet exquisite pleasure of his tongue licking me long and slow on it’s way up to my swollen nub. He circled it slowly for a few minutes as I lay there moaning and writhing from the anticipation.

“Good or bad?” Ryan asked.

I was in a pre-orgasm haze, but I still recognized the question. It was exactly the same as what he’d asked me that first day at his office when we’d done the body consciousness exercises. He knew it and I knew it.

I looked up and shot him a look. “You know it’s fucking amazing, don’t stop.”

He grinned and put his head back down.

Ryan

My cock was so hard I didn’t know how much longer I could take it. Even so, I was willing to give her as many orgasms as it would take until she believed that I would never hurt her again. I bent down to take her in my mouth.

As I twirled and lashed my tongue over her, I felt her hips start to rock so I plunged two fingers into her as I sucked on her clit. As she pressed herself into me, and all I could think about was needing to feel her come on my face; feeling her orgasm in my mouth, wanting to feel her give herself over to me and allow me to be responsible for her pleasure, her happiness, her everything. I pressed harder and move my tongue faster and when her thigh couldn’t tense any more, me she unraveled.

“Oh my God, oh my God,” she panted, her cunt convulsing around me, her juices gushing onto my tongue. I held on and sucked harder until her orgasm subsided.

Finally, she stilled, and her thighs released me from their grasp.

“Holy shit,” she gasped as I lifted myself up to face her. She tries to cover her face with one hand, failing miserably. “That was fucking amazing.”

Natalie

His face was glistening, coated in my orgasm, and he used his forearm to wipe it, before offering a huge grin.

“Good?” he asked.

I chuckled at his modesty. “Yeah, something like that.”

“I could watch you come forever. It’s so fucking hot.” His eyes darkened as he climbed over me. I felt the hard ridge of his length press against me and I was immediately ready for a repeat.

I tried to tamp down my smile. Why? I don’t know. Does it matter?

Okay, maybe it was to make him try a little harder. To make him want to do it again.

He looked down at me, “Again?”

My legs reached out to automatically wrap around him and he let out a grunt and then pushed back, opening my legs, so that I was wide for him. He pulled off his boxers and all I could see was that amazing cock, hard as could be, just inches from my cunt. Despite my orgasm only moments ago, once again my body is aching for the release it’d been missing for weeks. The kind of exquisite pleasure that comes from that place deep inside of me that only he could reach.

But Ryan doesn’t just throw himself into me. Instead, he glides in above me, the rough stubble of his jaw nuzzling against the base of my neck, the heat of his breath along my collarbone. All I can think is
Don’t stop, keep going.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Natalie.”

“You’re pretty hot, too.”

He pulled back for a split-second and as we locked eyes as he sucked in his breath.

“I’m serious, Natalie. Do you know how hard it was to try to maintain my professional distance with you?”

I might have blushed, but no matter. He moved his hands down and gripped my hips with one hand, as he explored me with his other. When he came to my entrance, my sex was so slick and wet; he tested me again with two of his long fingers. I could feel my core clench around them and I immediately started rocking my hips. Fuck, if he were going to delay me, I’d take what I could get. I was going to fuck those fingers like there was no tomorrow.

My clit was hot and throbbing, and I reached down to rub it. As I rocked, he kissed me, and I tasted myself on his mouth. It was incredibly erotic. I kept rubbing my clit, and he gently drew his fingers in and out, teasing me, torturing me as I climbed higher and higher, but just before I felt my orgasm ignite, he pulled out.

My eyes flew open and connected with his just as he slid himself into me and somehow without words, he said so much to me in that instant. That he was sorry, that he was going to be gentle, but also… that he was going to rule me.

Jesus, Christ. When does one’s vagina get used to ...
I exhaled as the slight burn of being stuffed gave way to acute pleasure. God, I’d missed this. Somehow, despite my short foray into sexy-land, being without him had left me not just empty, but incomplete. And being complete was so much better. As I closed my eyes, I tried to take my time and acclimate to his size, but before I knew it, my core was clenching and pulsing around him. He slid his hands around my hips and as I opened my eyes, we stared at each other. As we rocked together, he looked down at me, and I felt ravaged and worshipped and… beautiful.

You know, eye contact and all that…

Ryan

Natalie looked like her head was swimming so I paused before asking, “Too much?” Not that I was going to back out. I was just being polite. I was exactly where I wanted to be: balls deep inside her. Barring a natural disaster or World War III, I wasn’t going anywhere.

“No, so good, keep going.”

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”

“Me neither.”

“I’m so sor—”

“Ryan?”

She looked up at me and I stopped moving.

“I’m not your client anymore. Just shut up and fuck me.”

“Greedy girl.”

“You better fucking believe it.”

I gripped her waist and started to move back and forth, watching her face with fascination. Natalie’s face during sex was amazing. It was like any filter she had was removed. Every little movement I made registered with her. I moved my cock slowly in and out of her, and she’d moan to match. I’d moved my thumb to her clit and give it a flick, and she’d gasp. I’d grip her ass, and she’d clenched harder. It felt fucking awesome. She was fucking awesome.

It was all fucking
awesome
.

We made hot, desperate love that night three times before having to stop, exhausted from the release. After we were done and we’d caught our breath, she turned to me.

“So what are we going to do?”

Was she asking for another round? I glanced down. Yeah, I was ready.

“Not that, perv.”

I grinned. “Hey, I just thought…”