Camera Shy (Lessons in Love, #1)(73)

“It also comes from the humiliation for asking to try things and being told no, one too many times,” she finally says, her voice cracking. “Rejection is one of those things that sticks with you.”

“Avery, right now you have a man between your legs who will try whatever you want. More than that, I would be delighted to give you whatever you ask for. So be a queen, baby. Tell me what to do. I’m at your command. Look at me.”

She finds me with her misty green eyes.

“This is the most important lesson I’ll ever teach you. Are you listening?”

She nods. “Yeah.”

“Good sex means being generous, but it means being selfish too. You have a right to enjoy this. Sex should be satisfying for you too.” Her face is stoic, but I find the single tear trickling down her cheek and wipe it away. “Promise me, right now, you’ll walk away from any man who doesn’t make your happiness a priority.”

“I promise,” she whispers, her voice breaking. She clears her throat and then says clearly once more, “I promise.”

“Good. Now, do you want to try again or am I making you uncomfortable?”

“You’re making me very uncomfortable.” She places her hands around my cheeks. “But change is uncomfortable. And I’d like to try again.”

“Okay.” I smile at her, my gaze fixed on the glowing embers in her eyes. There it is. I found the fuse. All this girl needs is a little reassurance. For someone to actually give a shit about what they can give to her versus what they can take. That’s all it’ll take for her to ignite. “So what do you want?”

She presses her lips together for a moment, then forces herself to speak. “I want to flip over, get on my hands and knees, and feel you fuck me from behind.”

“You got it,” I say, grabbing her hand and pressing it against my stiffening cock underneath the water. “My pleasure, baby.”

She shakes her head. “Not yet. I want this later.” She tightens her hand around my cock. “But when I said fuck me, I meant with your tongue.”





21


Avery





Oh, sweet hell.

I’ve never been this greedy in my life. I’m comfortable on my hands and knees on the hard deck because Finn fetched me a towel. That’s the kind of man I’m sleeping with. He folded up a beach towel for my knees, so I was more comfortable when he buried his tongue into me from behind.

I’m not rushing. I don’t try to find my release in a hurry. I simply enjoy myself and all the appreciative moans he’s making from between my legs. This is how the pretty girls must feel. Deserving. Do I deserve this? Yeah… Maybe I do. When did what I want start to become less imp—

“Whoa! Finn,” I squall when I feel his finger tap gently against the wrong hole.

“Sorry. You don’t like that?” he asks in a mumble, immediately removing his finger. Using both hands to spread me, he slips his tongue inside my crease. He tilts his head so he can get even deeper.

Every time he enters me like that, the heady fog of pleasure takes over my entire body. It feels so good, I might do something insanely irresponsible like allow this Goliath of a man to take my ass, shortly before meeting my end. Death by giant dick.

“No, it feels kind of exhilarating actually, but—ah! Oh God…” It’s too damn hard to focus when his tongue is darting around like that. “Just not tonight. Baby steps.”

“Mmm,” he moans. “Okay, we’ll just do this tonight.” He cocks his head to the side and flicks away at my clit, sending me down the river of indulgent pleasure again. I whimper and moan shamelessly. It feels natural. It feels right. I want him to know what he’s doing to me and how accepted I feel, just as I am. I couldn’t even fuck Mason with the lights on. I now have the sexiest-looking man I’ve ever laid eyes on with his tongue gliding all over my pussy like a rehearsed dance. Is this all it takes? Asking for what I want?

“Finn?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Can I have your fingers too?”

He sinks his finger into me in reply. “Good girl for asking. Of course you can. You’re so wet. You love this, don’t you?”

I moan as he coaxes me along with his sexy talk.

“You want another?”

“Yes, please.”

“So polite,” he mumbles as a second finger joins the first. And then to my great surprise, he curls them inside of me.

Wait. I’m not new to this. I’ve been fingered before, but Finn is going off-road. Instead of a pumping motion, he seems more focused on stroking something. I mean to ask, but he’s moving too fast for me to understand what’s happening. The pressure builds, but from a place I don’t recognize. It’s far more intense, far more overwhelming. I can’t even speak. I just bite down on my forearm as my knees go weak.

I open my mouth, but only a raspy groan comes out as he starts to move his fingers furiously. The deck begins to shake… Or is it just my body? Something doesn’t feel right. I’m on a brand-new cusp and I have no fucking clue what’s on the other side. But the intensity is so punishingly delicious. The overwhelming waves of pleasure make me want to slip under the water and drown in this sensation.

I bite my lip when my orgasm explodes in a blinding rage, more intense than I’ve ever felt before. I’m about to scream out Finn’s name when—