Page 56 of Good Girl’s Guide to Love (Guide to Love #4)

“Oh, Ainsley Mae…” He pauses, only to groan as I pull down his jeans. “If you think I’m not having fun then you haven’t been paying attention.”

I smile, still a bit nervous as I reach for the waistband of his boxer briefs. His eyes don’t leave mine as he takes off his T-shirt. “Well, I’m glad. But I still want to do this.”

He nods slowly. “I want it, too.”

To anyone else, those words wouldn’t mean much. But to me? Hearing Linc saying that he wants this? If I had any doubts about wanting to do it before, they’re all erased.

“Good,” I say. “Now…will you teach me?”

I don’t think I’ve ever seen a person’s eyes dilate before in real time. It might be the most intoxicating look I’ve ever seen.

“I start here, right?”

Linc nods but doesn’t say a word as I bring down his boxer briefs. And…

Holy. Forking. Shirtballs.

Linc is huge. Like, I should be scared of it huge. It’s somehow long and wide, and I was never good at physics but this doesn’t seem possible.

“Ainsley, you don’t?—”

I stand up just enough to find his lips. It’s my turn to kiss him quiet. I’ll figure out the logistics later. “I want to do this for you. For me. Now, are you going to tell me what you like, Linc Kincaid, or do I have to figure it out for myself?”

He smiles at my challenge, giving me one more kiss before I go back to my knees.

“Take me in your hand. Don’t be afraid. As much as you can grip.”

I do as he says, and I’m glad he’s starting here. This I can handle. Well, kind of. My fingers barely fit around his girth.

“Now what?” I ask as I start moving my hand up and down.

“Just like that. Start slow.” He closes his eyes and lets his head fall back. His smile is faint, but I can tell that he’s enjoying what I’m doing. “All the way down, and all the way up, Ainsley. Feel every inch of me.”

I follow directions—which is right up my alley—and do what he says. I try to keep my stroke even, going all the way to the tip before all the way back down to his base.

“Good girl,” he says. “Now a little tighter. That’s…that’s it. Keep going just like that.”

Linc has praised me before. His little words of affirmation have hit me in different ways. But this? Oh, this is hitting different.

“Is this all you want?” I ask. “Or do you want my mouth on you?”

He nods rapidly, slowly opening his eyes. “Yes, Ainsley. Let me watch as you put those pretty lips around my cock.”

A surge of confidence, and maybe a bit of delusion pours through me. I lick my lips, hoping the little bit of moisture helps as I do the thing I’ve always been scared to do.

Just don’t bite it.

“That’s it. Take your time,” he says, slowly gathering my hair in his hand. “Just the tip first. Nice and slow.”

I take a breath for confidence as I open my mouth, doing as he says as I put my lips around him.

“Now go up and down, just a little, work me up and down just like your hand did.”

I follow the directions, letting my mouth travel a little down, then back up. I don’t know what I thought it would taste like, but it wasn’t this. His skin is velvety and smooth inside my mouth. There’s a faint taste of salt, and I wasn’t prepared for how that would make me want more.

“Can you go a little more, Ainsley? Can you take me deeper?”

I don’t know if I can, but I want to try. I let go for a second, needing a breath, before taking him back in my mouth. The rumble from Linc is all the encouragement I need to do a little more.

“That a girl,” he says as I feel him wrap my hair tighter in his hand. “You’re taking me so good.”

He didn’t tell me to, but I start going faster, his words spurring me on. I feel my saliva starting to coat him, each pass of my mouth making his dick more and more wet.

First pussy and now dick. My brain is thinking all kinds of naughty thoughts tonight.

“Now use your hand, too,” he says. “Stroke me while you suck me.”

My brain tries to quickly think about the order of operations for that—do I go in the same direction or is it opposite?—but as if he can read my mind, Linc puts his hand over mine, guiding it as he wants it as my mouth continues to do the work.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” he says. “Hold me tighter. Just like you did earlier. Hold me tight as you suck my cock.”

I don’t know if you can have an orgasm from praise, but the way my pussy just clenched, I think it’s possible.

Knowing this is now what he likes, and feeling more and more confident as I go, I take my other hand and wrap it around him also, using both to stroke him in tandem. I open my eyes just enough to watch his head fall back, a look of pure ecstasy on his face.

I’m doing this. Me. My hands. My mouth. I’m making this big, tough, strong man fall apart.

I never thought I’d enjoy this. I heard my sisters talking for years about them, but it sounded like nothing I’d want to take part in. Part of me didn’t mind when Jonathan said he wasn’t a fan.

But I was wrong. So freaking wrong.

Seeing this? Seeing his reaction to me as my mouth gets a little more confident with every pass? Taking him just a little deeper each time? I don’t know if I’ve ever felt more powerful in my sexuality in all my twenty-nine years.

“Ainsley, I’m close baby,” he says, his hands gripping the couch like he needs it to keep grounded. “I’m—fuck!”

He quickly pulls my mouth up, his breathing heavy as he pumps himself twice before letting his release pour out onto his stomach.

“Oh my gosh. I’m sorry! Was I supposed to…did I do it wrong?”

He grabs his shirt, quickly wiping himself off before tossing it to the side and bringing me to his lap.

“Don’t you dare fucking apologize,” he says, his mouth on mine in an instant. His kiss is hard, and his tongue is claiming. It makes me want to do this all over again. “You did nothing, and I mean, absolutely nothing wrong. You were absolutely perfect.”

“I don’t know,” I say, feeling emboldened. “I think I can do better. Maybe I should practice more?”

“I mean, practice does make perfect,” he says as he lays me down on the couch, finally peeling the jersey off. “In fact, I should probably practice some more too.”