Page 152 of Learn Your Lesson

“I don’t think you’ve clued me in on this plan,” I panted, whimpering when he began working that expert tongue against me. “No ring on my finger.”

“Yet,” he growled, and then my thighs were prisoners to his strong grip, and he was feasting while I moaned and held onto the comforter for dear life.

Yet.

The word sent electricity soaring through me, the thought of being his forever a strong enough notion to make my knees quake and my heart give out.

But all thoughts raced from me the more he worked his tongue and fingers in the perfect way to unravel me. I came on his tongue, trying not to scream too loud as he held me against him and didn’t relent until I was falling lax and struggling to catch my breath.

Even then, he blew hot air over my sensitive clit and kissed along my inner thighs until I was grabbing at his shoulders and pulling him up. I rolled onto my stomach, bending one knee toward my chest and looking over my shoulder with my ass offered to him like a prize.

I fucking loved this position now. Ever since that night in the hotel room, it was one of my favorites. I knew by the way Will groaned and bit his lip that it was one of his, too. His hands reached for my ass, palming it in the appreciative way he always did before he was lining himself up where I wanted him most.

He slid inside me easily, my pussy wet from his mouth and my release. When he filled me to the hilt, we both gasped and moaned — me loud enough that he was covering my mouth with one hand and grinning against my ear.

“Shhh,” he said, and my eyes rolled back as he withdrew and flexed inside me, slow and measured.

God, it felt so good.Hefelt so good. I couldn’t even recall the awful experience I’d had the first time in college — not now. Will had eviscerated every touch before his, had wiped any memory that wasn’t his hands on me from my mind forever.

He peppered kisses along the back of my neck as he thrust in and out, both of us moaning and breathingheavily, climaxes mounting. I could have come again, but Will was wound tight, and soon he was picking up his pace and burying himself deep until I was moaning into the pillow and he was up on his knees behind me, hands gripping my hips as he fucked me wildly.

I preened under his praise as he came, fighting back his own groans as his body stilled inside me, his release pumping out in rivulets that leaked out of me when he withdrew and pushed inside one last time.

He owned me.

This manownedme, body and soul.

Will withdrew all the way reluctantly, kissing my shoulder before he was rolling off the bed and hustling into the bathroom. I heard the water run, and then he returned with a warm washcloth, running it between my legs as I moaned and stretched like a cat.

When we were both cleaned up, he wrapped me in his arms under the buttery sheets, his legs tangling into a pretzel with mine until I was giggling beneath the prison he’d made with his body.

“Can’t breathe,” I teased, my voice muffled by his chest.

“You’re still running that mouth of yours, so I call bullshit.”

“Hey, what happened to all those promises about taking care of me?”

He swatted my ass. “I think I fulfilled that duty tonight.”

I chuckled, burrowing into his arms and sighing contently. We were quiet for a long while, his fingers running through my hair, mine drawing shapes on his back. I’d never felt so whole.

“So, what’snext?” I finally asked.

Will released me enough to let me lay into the pillows, and he propped his head up on his palm. “What do you want?”

“Well, I think we should tell Ava.”

“Agreed.” He frowned. “What do you think she’ll do?”

I sighed, watching where my finger drew a line along the dusting of hair on his chest. “I won’t even pretend to know. But whatever her reaction is, she’ll have us there to work through it all with. That’s the best thing we can offer.”

He nodded. “What do you think about moving into the house?”

I smiled. “You want me to?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” he asked, tightening the grip of his legs around me.

“I don’t want you to get sick of me.”