Teach Me Dirty(66)

“A little.” I felt her eyelashes flutter against my skin. “Can I… stay? With you?” Her breath was soft. “In here?”

My arms held her so tightly I feared I would never let her go. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

I pulled the covers from under us, and kept her in my arms as I lay down. She sighed a happy sigh, and pressed herself against me, the whole length of her, her skin against my skin, her legs tangling with my legs.

“I want to stay like this forever…” Her voice was a whisper. “I want to stay right here… in this moment…”

And so did I. My heart felt raw and open, and it pained with a need long buried. The need to feel another person beside me. The need to be seen by another person. The need to be known by another person.

“…sorry… I shouldn’t say that…I’ve just never felt like this before… I feel like I’m flying…”

“You can say it,” I said. “You can tell me anything.”

And I wished she would. I wished she’d tell me everything. I wanted everything, all of her, every secret in her heart, every lie she’d ever told, every dream she’d ever dreamed. And it scared me.

The strength of my feelings for the girl in my arms scared me.

She was the greatest gift. The greatest treasure.

“Goodnight, Mr Roberts.”

I kissed her soft lips until she gasped for breath, until her heart thumped against mine, until her toes clenched and curled around mine.

“It’s Mark,” I said.

***

No alarm, just the sun creeping in through the curtains, and the caw of a crow somewhere high. My bed was so warm with Helen in my arms. I opened my eyes, and hers were already watching me.

Her hair was a dark tangle on my pillow, her face just an inch from mine, fascinated, as though I was some exotic apparition.

“Did you sleep at all?” I asked.

She nodded. “A little.”

I smiled at her, reached up to stroke her face. “You should sleep.”

Her fingers gripped mine and brought them to her lips. “I was excited… and scared… and couldn’t sleep.”

“Why scared?”

“Scared for my heart… scared that you’ll regret this…” Her nervousness was innocent and sweet. “Do you?”

“No.” And I didn’t. As much as I should do, I didn’t regret taking Helen Palmer’s virginity.

“Really?”

“Really.”

I watched her come alive, the sparkle in her expression setting me alight. “I still can’t believe this is really happening.”

I kissed her fingertips. “It’s really happening.”

My beautiful Helen was stunning in the morning light. I soaked my eyes over her freckles, and the flecks of green in her irises. She looked so young. So very young.

“You should sleep,” I said. “Get some rest.”

“I just want to… I waited so long…” Her thigh pressed between mine. “Can I see you? Please?” Her thigh moved, and made my morning wood considerably woodier. “Can I touch?”

I rolled onto my back and let out my breath. “Please do.”

Her eyes were hungry, lips parted as she teased the covers down my body. The room was cool but her gaze burned my skin. I groaned as she tugged the covers down over my hard-on, and my cock sprang back to thump against my belly.

I took her little fingers in mine and wrapped them around me, and then I thrust, slowly, back and forth in her hand. Her grip was divine.

She shifted position, and I let out a groan as I knew where she was headed. She paused, her lips just inches from the head of me, her little hand still taking my thrusts.

“I’ve never done this…” she whispered.

“It’s ok,” I assured. “Just take it slowly.”

“I want to taste…”

She opened her mouth and her tongue fluttered out. The contact jolted like electricity and I wrapped my fingers in her hair. “Christ, Helen...”

A quaky breath and she took me between her lips, and she was soft and delicate and gentle. I could feel heat behind my eyes, my balls straining and aching.

“Yes, Helen, that’s it. That’s right.”

I helped her mouth with my hand, rubbing myself as she fluttered her tongue around the head of me. My balls tightened, and she moaned softly as she felt my cock twitching.

“You’re going to make me come.”

She moaned her assent.

“That’s my beautiful girl… suck me…”

The girl was faultless in her enthusiasm. She opened wide and took me into her mouth, and she was so eager, too eager, taking me far too deep in her inexperienced throat, where she retched and spluttered then pulled away, wiping away trails of saliva with the back of her hand. She smiled at me and her cheeks were pink.

“This looked so much easier on the internet. It works so easily on the internet…”

“Forget about the internet,” I said. “Just find what works for you.”

She took a breath and tried again, more slowly this time, but she was still forcing it, still throwing herself in too hard. Her eyes watered as she fought back the urge to retch.

“I’m sorry…” she spluttered. “I’m trying…”