Page 11 of The Devil's Heir

Liliana

I stare up at Heath and remember all the times that I wish he had seen me as a woman when we were younger, and now, here we are. He sees me as a woman who he wants to teach, but does this mean that he likes me that way, or is he only trying to be nice?

"Do you want to teach me?" I ask my own question.

His dimples poke out as he grins that boyish grin that I've always loved. "I would love to teach you this and so much more if you'd let me." He caresses my cheek, and I lean into his hand. "Let's forget the movie for now," he says as he takes my hand and pulls me up from the couch.

I know exactly what he's thinking, and I don't know if I'm ready for that just yet, and I tell him so. "Heath, I don't know about the rest. At least not yet."

"It's okay, Lily. There is no rush for all that. Let's go to the bedroom and get comfortable, and I will teach you the basics while we wait for the food to arrive."

"O-okay." I let him pull me into his room.

I've been sleeping on his couch since I've been staying here even though he offered up his bed. I wouldn't have felt right kicking him out of his bed, and his couch is actually comfortable.

I stare at his full-size bed with its rumpled sheet, just like when he lived in the foster home. A smile comes to my lips when I remember what he told me when I asked him why he never made his bed .

'What's the point in making it when I'm just going to mess it up again tonight? It's a useless task, and I prefer to spend that time being productive .'

"What's the smile for?" Heath comes to stand behind me, slipping his arms around my waist.

"You still don't make your bed, huh?"

A vibration reverberates off my back as he chuckles, but then he drops his head, and I feel his lips against my neck. Heath places little kisses over my skin before I feel him start to nibble. When he pulls back, I swallow hard.

"Would you like to help me mess it up more, Lily girl?" he asks, his voice low and full of lust.

I may be inexperienced, but I know when someone is turned on, and Heath Richards is definitely that. I can feel his hardness pressed against my back as his hand works its way under my shirt.

I suck in a lungful of air as Heath's fingertips dance across my bare skin. Not knowing how to respond to him, I don't. I just stand here and wait for instructions. This is crazy! I haven't seen him in three years, and we're getting intimate within days of seeing each other again.

Slowly, he walks us closer to the bed and as soon as we are beside it, Heath turns me around. I'm embarrassed to look him in the eye, but he isn't having it. He cups my cheeks and makes me look at him.

"I'm going to kiss you now, Lily."

"Okay…"

His lips are soft when he presses them against mine, but then he forces mine open with his tongue, and I let him in. It's strange feeling someone's tongue against mine. His breath is minty like he just brushed his teeth.

I don't know what I should be doing, and I feel foolish, so I hesitantly place my hands on Heath's hips. Once I feel as though I've gotten the hang of how he's kissing me, I put a little more effort in.

I'm just getting into it when Heath pulls away, smiling, and says, "That's first base. Would you like to try second base?" he asks as I gaze at him stupidly.

If I remember right, second base is touching and groping. Am I okay with that? I know first base was really nice; I'm sure second will feel just as good .

Nodding, I reply, "S-sure, we can try."

"That's my girl."

"Mm, damn, Lily. When did your breasts grow so big?" Heath asks as he cups one.

We're now lying on the bed, me on my back while he lays off to the side so he can grope me. I'm not going to lie; it feels nice, but I'm nervous as hell, hoping he doesn't think that he can take this all the way.

"Um, I'm not sure. They were just there one day." I giggle nervously.

"Fuck, I need my mouth on them."

Before I know what's going on, my shirt is pushed up, and my bra is pulled down with my breasts hanging out. I'm about to protest, but then Heath's hot mouth is taking in my nipple, and damn if it doesn't feel good.

A throbbing begins between my legs, causing a soft moan to escape my lips. I've never felt anything like this before.

"You like that, do you? Just wait until I get to this…" Heath cups my sex, and my body stiffens.

"I…"

"It's okay," he says when I stammer. "We don't have to go there tonight, but do you want to know how to make me feel good?"

Oh, my God! I've been so selfish! Here I am, enjoying having Heath touch me, and he's hard as a rock—it's got to hurt. I don't mind learning how to make him feel good; I'm just not ready to take things further with my own body. I hope he understands that.

"Tell me what to do," I say softly, and he smiles down at me.

"Really?"

I nod. "I want to learn."

The loss of his touch doesn't go unnoticed, but I shove it to the back of my mind and fix my top, putting it back into place. While I'm adjusting my clothes, Heath rubs his hand over his bulge, waiting for me to give him my full attention.

Once I focus on him, he smiles and instructs, "Pull it out, Lily."

My eyes widen. "You want me to pull it out? What if I hurt it? "

Heath's chuckle causes me to blush. I'm inexperienced, but I feel like a child at this moment. I'm sure all the girls at school knew what to do with the male anatomy, everyone but me.

"Here, give me your hand, Lily."

I let him take my hand and he slips it into his sweatpants. My hand tries jerking away as soon as it touches something hard, but Heath's hand keeps it in place.

"Don't be scared. It's not going to bite you, Lily. I swear, it's okay. Wrap your hand around it and get a feel for it."

I bite my bottom lip and do as he instructs me to do.

It's hard, yet it feels silky soft. When I start rubbing my thumb back and forth, Heath groans.

Getting braver, I slide my finger over the tip, and it comes away wet.

I don't dare ask him about it, but I can't help but wonder if he might have peed a little.

"Shit, Lily. That feels so good. I'm going to pull my sweats down just enough to free my cock. Don't let go."

I keep a firm hold around his girth, and he releases himself from the confines of the sweatpants. I've never seen a penis in real life, so I can't help but gawk at the appendage in my hand.

"Now, what you're going to do next is start moving your hand up and down just like this." Heath covers my hand and begins moving it.

I'm being taught how to stroke my first cock, and I'm very much invested in the learning. I continue stroking him when he removes his hand and starts moving his hips in tempo with my hand.

"That's it, just like that. Your hand feels so good," he tells me, and I fill with pride.

Suddenly, his hand is up my shirt again, and he has my breast back in his palm. When I moan from the pleasure of him pinching my nipple, Heath grunts and latches back onto it. The more he sucks, the more I stroke him.

My body comes alive, and I feel as though I'm missing something, but I don't know what. It isn't until we get deeper into the make-out session that Heath slides his hand between my thighs again, only this time, I don't tell him to stop.

He rubs my clit over my clothes, making it tingle, and continues to do it as he sucks on my breast, and I stroke him.

Our moans and groans fill his room until he finally grunts, and I feel something warm in my hand.

Heath rubs me faster, setting off an explosion inside and causing me to buck against his hand.

As we lay here in the aftermath, I wait until I know that I can actually form words without sounding like an idiot.

"Wow. What was that?"

Heath looks at me in shock. "Lily, have you ever had that happen to you before?"

"No, what was it?" I reply, worried that something was wrong.

"Jesus," Heath exclaims before smiling smugly. "I just gave you your first orgasm."