“Here?” Avery asks as I pull her swimsuit all the way off and toss it over my shoulder. She glances around the privacy fence.
“Yes, here. And now,” I command. “Lie back. Spread your legs. I’m going to show you how to do this. The equipment is different, but the strategy is the same.” Pushing on her shoulder, I guide her into a lying position before I run my tongue over her clit a few times. I’m so gentle, I know it has to be frustrating. By the third time, she bucks her hips so hard that she slams back onto the deck with a loud thud.
“Fuck,” she wails.
“It’s the teasing that works you up. I like that too,” I say before I blow on her wet slit. “The anticipation is almost as good as the release.”
She throws her forearm over her eyes and moans in agony as I continue to tease her. “Oh my God, please just…”
“Please what?” I flatten my tongue and drag it against her crease. For a moment, I give her the pressure she’s aching for. Then I pull away. “Ask me for what you want.”
“I just…you already know,” she says, her breath growing ragged.
I run my hands against her thighs and suck on her clit, hard. Her quad muscles instantly flex and tighten as she tries to create enough tension for her orgasm to build. I immediately rip away again.
“Not yet, baby. I said, ask me,” I growl. “I want to hear it.”
“Does me begging get you off? Fine,” she says in exasperation. “Um, please make me come.”
I could…so easily. I want to. But all the growing feelings aside, Avery asked me for help. There’s a purpose for what we’re doing. I’m supposed to teach her.
“Hey, sit up for me.”
She sits up and lets her legs dangle into the tub, the water going up to her knees. Using the back of my fingernails, I rub up and down the sides of her thighs, trying to comfort her. “What do you want?”
“Finn, you know dirty talk isn’t natural for me. I’m trying, but it’s going to take some time before it—”
“No, no, sweetheart. Look at me.” We’re almost eye level with me standing in the tub and her sitting on the edge of the deck that surrounds the in-ground hot tub. She barely has to shift her gaze down. “I’m trying to get you to be more assertive in the bedroom because I get the feeling that you’re one of those women who fake their orgasms. What do you want from sex?”
“I just want you to like—”
“No, I said what do you want from sex?”
She pulls her eyes from mine and looks over my shoulder. “I honestly don’t know.”
I snake my arms around her hips and squeeze the top of her ass. “That comes from years of sleeping with a guy who doesn’t care if you finish.”
I watch her eyes freeze. She’s quiet, trying not to blink, and I know with my whole heart she’s trying hard not to cry. I don’t rush her. I wait for her to collect herself as I rub soothing circles with the heel of my palm against her lower back.
“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?”