I stilled and cupped her cheek, my gaze holding hers. “That’s not how this works, baby girl.”
“It is in my world,” she said, defeated.
I pulled out, and she cried out, grabbing for me until I grasped her hands and held them to the bed. “Listen to me, Mrs. Halla. That is not how you make love.” I rolled her onto her back and released her hands, laying them out to her side. “Just let your pelvis relax into the bed,” I instructed, stroking her belly tenderly.
“But,” she sputtered.
I put my finger to her lips. “Don’t interrupt the teacher during his lesson, tart.”
She closed her lips, and while I stroked her belly, she slowly relaxed her bottom into the bed.
“Good girl,” I whispered, stoking her fire again by trailing my finger up and down her slit, my dick aching to be back inside her again. “I’m going to teach you how to come when making love, but first, will I hurt you if I rest between your legs?”
Her head shook, and I leaned in, kissing her with enough tongue to take the look of fear out of her eyes and put the lust back in them. I nudged her legs further apart with mine, and without breaking the kiss, I pushed inside her again, moaning the full length until I was seated deeply, stopping so she could get used to the feel of me inside her.
“I just want you to know,” I whispered, trailing kisses down her cheek to her neck. “This is the first time I’ve ever had sex without a condom. I had no idea what I was missing.”
“Does the teacher like the student's homework?” she teased, trying to thrust her hips towards mine. I was holding them down, and she was frustrated. I could tell by the moan she let out when she was forced to wait for me to move inside her.
“He does, but he’s about to teach the student a lesson she’ll never forget. Are you ready?” I asked, and her head nodded as I thrust back inside her again. “Do you feel that?” I stroked her walls with the full length of me, using perfect precision each time, being careful to stay away from the places I knew would cause an immediate orgasm. “That’s how a man makes love to a woman. Slow. Easy. Gentle. At least at first,” I moaned, reveling in the sensation of her heat and wetness wrapped around me. “The goal isn’t to orgasm because you force it. The goal is to orgasm from the pleasure of being together. Of pleasuring each other.”
I lifted myself onto my toes and changed the angle just enough that I saw the immediate reaction on her face. “Oh, Bishop,” she called, her hands grasping my shoulders tighter each time I pulled out until I pushed back inside her.
“Say my name, my little tart,” I ordered, my thighs shaking with the willpower it took to hold back the eruption of my soul inside her.
“Bishop,” she begged. “I want to come, please.”
“Do you feel it starting to build? Is it spiraling inside your belly like a coil?” I asked, increasing the speed of my thrusts in and out.
“Yes, I feel it,” she cried. “Harder!” she called. I laughed, burying my face in her neck and sucking while I pumped inside her, almost losing myself before I remembered the lesson I was supposed to be teaching.
I pushed myself up on my hands, my pelvis tight against hers, and sensed the beginning of her undoing. “It’s time to come, sweetart,” I warned her. “Here is the lesson. Don’t get scared. Just let it carry you away.”
“Okay, carry me away, Bishop!”
God, the way she said my name would ruin me for life now. I pushed forward, changing the angle of my tip to hit the spot so deep inside the bottom of her pelvis I suspected even she didn’t know it was there. Not when she usually spent her time trying to force an orgasm every time. Not when her immediate orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. Her pelvis thrust up against mine, burying me even deeper and rocking around me until I couldn’t stop the tidal wave from carrying me under the water with her.
“God, Amber!” I called, my seed spilling inside her in a way that didn’t make me anxious as it would have with any other woman. I floated in a pool of water that stole my sight and my hearing while I spasmed against her. My breath was on hold until every last vestige of pleasure had been wrung from my exhausted body.
I remembered not to collapse on top of her. Instead, I rolled off and rolled her into me in one move, bringing the blankets up around us to ward off the chill while we caught our breath.
“Did I pass?” she asked, her body still quivering from the desire coursing through her.
I kissed her then, and my tongue was warm but sated on her lips. “With flying colors.” I stroked her hair back and kissed her forehead, holding her to me in such a way I hoped she realized how much I cherished her. “Never, ever, in my thirty-four years have I ever experienced that kind of emotion, Amber. Did you feel it?”
Her head nodded against my shoulder, and her long hair brushed my bare chest. “It was so strong I couldn’t tell where I ended and you began.”
I kissed her again, longer this time with tongue, but still gentle and lazily. “That’s because there was no beginning or end,” I whispered. “There was just us.”
Fourteen
I was sitting on the couch like a dutiful wife per the instructions from my husband. We had just arrived home after a Sunday drive, where we’d stopped for a picnic lunch at the state park and for ice cream at the cutest little shop on a country road. When we got back, he had the shades pulled to the patio doors
