CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

She had never done what he suggested she do, had never been asked. She bent to take her shoes off.

“Heels on.” He told her.

She climbed on to the bed; nerves getting to her again, his natural confidence making her feel more shy now.

She put one knee on the far side over his body, missing touching his cock, finding herself above his chest, while she placed the other knee down on the bed. She didn’t know quite what to do.

He looked up at her.

“I said sit on my face and that is what I expect you to do. I need to taste you, feel your beautiful lips on mine. “

She inched up slowly toward his face. He realised her reticence must be down to inexperience. He put a hand out and reached between her legs, gently stroking her clitoris as he looked into her eyes.

“Let me taste you.”

As he stroked her she felt herself letting go, meeting his eyes with equal hunger as he quickly brought her to the edge to orgasm with his fingers.

“Good girl.”

She moved upward until she reached his mouth, hover