Educating Gina

by Debbi Rawlins

  His hand froze as he opened his mouth for her tongue. He knew he should withdraw his hand, but she was so wet, her mouth so eager and far more skillful than only a week ago. And damn, his cock was getting so hard it was a wonder she could stay on his lap.

  He moved his hand so that his fingers edged beneath the elastic of her panties. She jumped a little and then thrust her hips forward so that he could feel the soft wet folds.

  She stopped kissing him suddenly and threw her head back. He pushed harder with his finger and met her opening. It wasn’t too late. He could stop.

  She groaned, and he went a little deeper.

  He trailed his tongue down her exposed throat, nipping at her collarbone, and then biting the neckline of her dress and trying to drag it down. It wouldn’t give enough, so he found her budding nipple through the stretchy fabric.

  He smiled when he felt the tape. Working it free with only his teeth through the dress wasn’t easy, but he met the challenge and managed to snare the prize. He drew on her breast hard, getting a rush when her nipple seemed to burst with ripeness into his mouth through the thin fabric.

  “Oh, Michael.” Her voice, barely audible, came out a soft moan.

  His finger. He’d gone in too deeply. He promptly pulled his hand away.

  She gasped. “No.” Her gaze went to his slick finger, glistening with her juices, and then her dazed eyes met his.

  “Gina, honey, I’m sorry. I’m…I’m so sorry.”

  Her lips parted, and then her gaze lowered to his chest. She unfastened his top button, and then the next one.

  “Gina, wait.” He stilled her hands.

  She yanked free and lifted her hem. Wriggling off his lap, she pulled the dress over her head. She knelt beside him on the couch in nothing but the tiniest pair of black silk panties and undid the next two buttons of his shirt.

  “Do you know what you’re doing?” he asked, vaguely aware he should stop her.

  “Yes.” She pushed his shirt off his shoulders, and he obliged her by shrugging it off the rest of the way.

  Sitting back on her heels, she stared with fascinated interest at his flat, unexciting nipples. With the tip of her red polished nail, she coaxed one to blossom, and then leaned forward and touched her tongue to it.

  Mike closed his eyes and held his breath. An incredible sensation raced through him. He reached for her, but she evaded him. He opened his eyes and saw the smile tugging at her mouth as she leaned back. His gaze fell to her bare breasts. Tape still covered one nipple.

  “Where is your bedroom?” she asked, and when he looked up to meet her eyes, she didn’t even blink.

  “Are you sure you want to do this?”

  She reached for his belt, and he cupped her breasts. He had to touch her, feel her weight in his palms. Startled, her hands slackened on his buckle and he leaned forward to take her into his mouth. He suckled her until she started to go limp. Catching her off guard, he left the couch and scooped her up in his arms.

  She let out a small surprised yelp, but then circled her arms around his neck and planted a few awkward but endearing kisses on his shoulder while he carried her to the bedroom.

  He made his bed only two or three times a week. Luckily he’d made it this morning. Not that he really cared. Not at this point. Except that this was Gina’s first time and…shit, he wished this was the Ritz.

  He managed to shoulder on the light switch and then he set Gina down on the navy-blue quilt. She gave him a shy smile and he swallowed.

  Sitting on the edge of the mattress, he spread her hair on the pillow. “It’s not too late.”

  Unexpected defiance blazed in her eyes. “I want you to make love to me, Michael.” Her hand went to his belt, and he let her, curious to see how far she would go.

  She loosened the buckle, and then her fingers faltered. She got up on one elbow and tried again, her gaze slowly lifting to his face while she finished pulling the belt free. Her hand shook a little and she bit her lower lip.

  She looked so damn beautiful. He wanted a portrait of her just the way she looked right now, shy and sexy and determined all at the same time.

  When she made a move to tackle his zipper, he picked up her hand and kissed the center of her palm. Her eyes widened in question.

  “We have to go a little slower,” he said, and sucked the tip of her forefinger.

  She sighed, a sweet impatient sigh that went straight to his heart. “I just want to see you with your clothes off.”

  He smiled at her admission, and she blushed and looked away.

  He lightly touched the tip of her nipple, which promptly recalled her attention. Her breasts were so perfect. Centerfold perfect. The rose-colored areolas nearly the size of half dollars and her extended nipples like small ripe cherries. He lowered his head to take one in his mouth and she went for his zipper again.

  Laughing softly, he intercepted her hand. “Hey, you’re asking for trouble.”

  She muttered something in Italian. Her impatient tone was international.

  “Look.” He brought her hand to his rock-hard penis. “Feel this.”

  She jerked back, and then spread her fingers and tentatively touched him. Her face filled with wonder and curiosity as she dragged her palm up his length.

  He closed his eyes and sucked in a breath. “Okay, that’s enough.”

  She retraced her journey, stroking her palm back down.

  “I was trying to make a point.” He cupped his hand over hers, stilling it, but not without regret.

  “What point?” Her gaze darted to his face and then immediately returned to his arousal.

  Her obvious fascination and excitement sent his ego spiraling. “The point is…”

  He stared into her expectant eyes.

  Shit, he couldn’t remember.

  She touched the base of his cock.

  He grabbed her wrist, and then dropped to the pillows and rolled her on top of him. She laughed in surprise and then raised herself to look at him.

  “You did not tell me your point.” Her nipples grazed his chest.

  He looked down and pushed back the thick fall of hair blocking his view. She shifted and her nipples pressed to his skin, flattening her breasts slightly. His arousal arched up beneath her belly, throbbing under her welcome weight.

  Reaching around her, he cupped his hands over her buttocks. She responded by closing her eyes and pressing harder against him, making a sexy purring sound in her throat.

  He could hardly bear to watch her. The way her eyes opened to slits of glittering desire, the way her moist lips formed the pout that drove away the last of his good sense.

  “Gina.” His fingers dug lightly into her soft bottom.

  She opened her eyes wider.

  “Kiss me.”

  The tip of her tongue darted out to moisten her bottom lip, and then she lowered her head, her breasts crushing against his chest as she took possession of his mouth. She played with his lips at first, nibbling and sucking and sending his heart into overdrive. The frenzied inexperienced kissing was gone. She took her time, tasting and taunting.

  When he reached to wedge his fingers beneath the elastic of her panties, she tensed a little and he slowed down. But then she moved her hips in a way that begged him to continue, and he slid his finger into her as far as he could. He only managed to reach the barrier, but he felt her muscles clench.

  She deepened the kiss, her entire body moving, causing a friction that nearly made him cry out. He rolled them both over so that he had her pinned on her back. Her chest heaved, and she gazed up at him with excitement, and a touch of fear.

  He touched the tip of one breast with his finger and then kissed it. “I’m going to take off your panties.”

  Her thighs moved together. A reflex, probably, because she relaxed them right away, but he slowed himself down and kissed her other breast.

  He rubbed her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Unless you don’t want me to.”

  The trust in her
eyes sent an avalanche of mixed emotions crashing through him, and then she whispered, “I want you to make love to me.”

  He kissed her gently on the lips and then hooked his fingers on her panties and slid them down her legs. Even the dark triangle of hair was perfect. He covered the soft curls with his palm, letting her get used to the feel of him.

  Ludicrous, since he’d already partially entered her with his finger, but she wasn’t complaining. He liked the silkiness beneath his palm, liked the way her expression melted into bliss at a simple touch.

  He moved his hand to the juncture of her thighs, about to slowly part them.

  “Michael?” Her breathy voice made him swallow. “Your pants.”

  Her curiosity was palpable and he smiled, in spite of the fact he was ready to burst every seam. The trouble was, he was so damned turned on he didn’t think he could last much longer. Maybe he should just go into the bathroom and take care of himself. Make sure he didn’t rush Gina. The way things were going he figured he could come at least five more times.

  “Michael.”

  The impatience in her voice snapped him out of his preoccupation. She reached for his zipper and pulled it down. He nearly sprang out of his boxers.

  “Hey,” he laughed softly, “don’t damage the merchandise.” He slid his khakis down and then kicked them off. Ignoring the tented boxers, he started to play with her nipples.

  She wouldn’t be distracted. She tugged at his elastic waistband, her gaze glued to what she hoped to uncover.

  He couldn’t stand it. Not with the hungry way she looked at him. He pulled off his boxers and watched her reaction. As if she hadn’t already pumped up his ego to the size of New Jersey, her eyes widened and her lips parted.

  She slowly lifted her hand as if to touch him, but then drew back. He wanted to reassure her it was all right. God, he wanted her touch. But he also wanted her first time to be unhurried. To be as good as it could possibly be. And allowing her to touch him at this point would be playing with fire.

  “Honey, we need to take it slow.” He cupped her flushed cheek. “You understand?”

  “Slow.” She sighed with frustration. “I am already twenty-three.”

  Mike laughed. “You’re something else.”

  “Is that good?” A bewitching smile curved her lips.

  “Everything about you is very good.” His gaze ran down from her breasts to her flat belly to the V of her thighs. “Trust me.”

  Her attention riveted to his erection. She moistened her lips, and he just about made a total fool of himself.

  “Michael?”

  Man, did he both love and hate that tone! “Yes?”

  Her gaze rose haltingly to his. “I know what a blow job is.”

  Words escaped him. He tried to swallow around the painfully large lump in his throat. “You didn’t ask your uncle, did you?”

  She smiled and shook her head.

  Mike stretched out beside her before he was tempted to ask for a demonstration of what she’d learned, and she immediately turned on her side, her eager gaze searching for his arousal. His ego would never be the same.

  He placed a hand on her hip and slowly ran his palm over the dip at her waist. “How did you get your information?”

  “The Internet.”

  “Oh, man. In a chat room?”

  She nodded, and then briefly closed her eyes when his palm reached her breast.

  “You didn’t give out any information about yourself, did you?”

  Sighing, she rolled her gaze to the ceiling. And then she looked at him with a glint of mischief. “Not much, anyway.”

  He grunted, but then decided to play the game. “What did you say?” He toyed with her nipple, bowed his head and licked it. “That you like this?”

  She gasped and arched her back for more.

  He took the other nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. “What about this?” He stroked his hand along her thighs, but didn’t get too close to her moist opening.

  She squeezed her thighs together, but then moved her hips to give him access. He didn’t know who was getting teased more. The throbbing started again in his cock, and he backed off.

  But then she turned the tables by touching her other nipple with the tip of a red fingernail. She made a circular motion, while closing her eyes and moistening her lips.

  He took the other nipple into his mouth and watched her face tense and then relax. She moved her hand away from her breast, but he urged it back.

  Unguarded, he felt her hand fumble for his erection. She gripped the base gently and he broke the kiss.

  “Did I hurt you?” Her grip slackened, but she didn’t release him.

  “Baby, it’s too…” He manacled her wrist, sure he was going to lose it at any moment. “Too soon to touch me like that.”

  Her eyes clouded with confusion. “I just want to know what it feels like.”

  To hell with the cat. Her curiosity was going to kill him. Maybe he should just let things run its course. Let her check him out, satisfy her curiosity. The trouble was, he’d probably end up coming and scare the hell out of her.

  The problem would be solved if they made love first and she did her exploring later. Physically she was ready. So wet he’d slide in easy. Normally it wouldn’t bother him to broach the subject. Of course, this wasn’t a typical situation.

  He kissed her again and then forced her hand away from his erection, though not without sizable regret. “I need to get a condom.”

  Gina nodded. Her chest tightened as she watched him roll to the edge of the bed and sift through his nightstand drawer. This was it. Michael would make love to her. As anxious as she was to feel him inside her, she wished he’d let her touch him more.

  She stared at his smooth, strong back, his wide shoulders, his narrow waist and hips. He had a fine backside, too. Very firm. But she wished he’d turn around. She hadn’t seen enough of his manhood.

  “I found some.” He looked relieved as he turned to smile at her, a handful of foil packets in his fist. “Are you okay?”

  “I would be much better if you were next to me.”

  “I think I can manage that.” He lay back on the pillow, his erection straight and hard and making her body tingle.

  She wanted badly to touch him. Feel the smooth-looking tip beneath her fingers. A few drops of liquid glistened, and she wanted to feel that, too. She wanted to taste it.

  The idea shocked her.

  “Michael?”

  “Not yet.” He put an arm around her and pulled her close so that her nipples grazed his chest hair.

  She shivered at the pleasant friction. “You do not know what I was going to say.”

  “I have a pretty good idea.”

  “Then why not?”

  He slid his other arm beneath her, and behind her back she heard him tearing open one of the foil packets. He was obviously trying to keep her from touching him again.

  She reached down between them.

  “Hey.”

  “Hmm?” She found her prey.

  “Dammit, Gina.” His entire body stiffened and he muttered a profanity, which surprised her.

  “You do not like it when I touch you?”

  “I like it too much.” He surprised her again by wedging a hand between her thighs. He pressed a finger inside her and she held her breath. “Do you like this?”

  She nodded, unable to speak when he withdrew and then plunged his finger into her again.

  “And this?”

  He rubbed his thumb in a spot that forced her to lie back and grab fistfuls of the quilt. A fiery sensation gripped her. She clamped her thighs shut, but he did not stop the circular motion that made her crazy and embarrassingly wet.

  He ran the tip of his tongue around her ear and then whispered, “When you touch me I feel like I want to explode, too.”

  He slowed the motion, and she thought he would retreat, but a finger plunged into her once more. Actually, more than one finger, and she nearly came off th
e bed.

  “But it’s too soon.” He lightly bit her earlobe. “I want this first time to last.” Finding the nub again with his thumb, he made her want to weep. “Do you understand?”

  Tears seeped from the corners of her eyes and streamed into her hair. She did not understand anything. These sensations were so foreign. Michael’s hand performed a small miracle that made her whole body sensitive and alive.

  He closed his mouth over one of her nipples again, his hand still working its magic, and a strange sensation began to build in her belly. Like a wave gaining momentum, the feeling mushroomed until a spasm overtook her.

  And then another.

  “Oh, Michael oh, oh!” She clutched his arm, her nails digging into his flesh as the waves crested.

  He suckled her harder. His hand moved faster.

  Her heart pounded and her body continued to convulse.

  Withdrawing his hand, he moved his mouth to hers while he fumbled with the packet. Finally he broke the kiss, his breathing ragged as he sat back and rolled the condom over his erection.

  He looked so big she automatically moved her thighs together. After urging them apart, he positioned himself between them, looking down at her with glazed eyes. His gaze went to the tops of her thighs and he touched the triangle of hair, parting it and staring at her private place with such desire she convulsed again.

  After sliding in first one finger and then two, he wrapped his hand around his erection and guided it to her opening. She tensed, but he moved slowly and stroked her in that spot that made her crazy with need.

  He thrust his hips forward, entering her a little more, and she tried to relax.

  “You okay?” His voice was so hoarse he could barely speak. But he gave her a smile and swooped down for a quick kiss.

  She nodded and smiled back. It was shaky, but she wanted to reassure him.

  “It’s probably going to hurt at first.”

  She nodded again, gripped the quilt more tightly and lifted her hips off the bed to help him.

  He cupped her hips with his hands and slid in carefully, stopping when she jumped.

  “I want you, Michael,” she whispered, and he slid in the rest of the way with a muffled cry.