Page 78 of Scoring Lessons

“That’s your G-spot,” he murmured as his gaze locked on my face. “Do you like it?”

My eyes rolled in pleasure when he pressed the clit stimulator button, and instead of vibrating, it pulsed against my bundle of nerves in a way that sent my body into overdrive.

“Words, Olivia,” he ordered.

“Yes,” I whimpered.

My skin was flushed, with red spots all over my legs and my stomach. This always happened when I was too hot.

“Do you think you can come like this?”

I hesitated. “I think so?”

He arched an eyebrow. “That’s not the answer I want to hear. What do you need from me?” His question was so encouraging, it was great. He was great.

Come on, Olivia. Speak the words. You can do it.

“Uhm…Maybe if you talk a bit more, I can get there quicker?” My throat was so dry, the words were barely a croak.

His smirk deepened his dimples. “I can do that.” He continued guiding my hand to pump the toy in and out at a controlled pace. “You look like a dream fucking yourself with this toy. You should see yourself. All flushed and desperate to come.”

Oh, my. Maybe asking him to talk to me had been a mistake, because my face felt like it was going to melt away at any moment.

“Your tits are perfect.” His words were rough like gravel. “I bet I could make you come just by playing with them.” He hummed knowingly. “I could just tug the barbells with my mouth. Graze your pretty nipples with my teeth, my tongue until you’re a blubbering mess, begging me to give you some relief.”

My pussy tightened around the toy at his filthy words.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He murmured the question.

“Yes,” I moaned without hesitation.

“We’ll add it to the list, then,” he said through a lazy smile. His eyes flicked to my center once again. “You have such a pretty pussy, too. So pink and wet.” He groaned as his free hand disappeared to God knows where. “I’m so hard watching you enjoy yourself. It’s killing me.”

My core tightened when my hazy eyes settled on him. Disheveled hair. Green eyes turned full-blown dark. “Really?”

“Of course. How can I not be, baby?”

I moaned when my pussy clenched around the toy once again at the way the endearment rolled off his tongue. My hands were clammy, my spine stiffened, and I gripped the toy harder as I quickened the pace, eager to chase my impending climax.

“You’re doing so well for me. You’re eager to come, aren’t you?” His lips skated over my legs, leaving a burning sensation in their wake. “I wish I were eating you out right now, but that will be a lesson for another day.” He dropped a kiss on my hipbone. “I bet you taste so sweet. It’s killing me not to throw the toy away and make you see stars with my mouth instead, Olivia. You have no idea how bad I want it.”

The world around me shattered like the universe had collapsed into a single heartbeat when my orgasm rippled through me. My toes curled, my legs shook, and I heaved a breath as I whispered Wesley’s name over and over like he could catch me as I fell into the blissful abyss.

“That’s it, let go. I got you, baby. I got you.” His words were encouraging as he continued to push the toy in and out at a slower pace to prolong my orgasm when I couldn’t move any longer. His other hand brushed my sweaty hair off my face, and the way he looked at me was so intentional. So earnest.

A small whimper escaped my lips. When I tried to get away from the overwhelming sensation the toy was causing, he pinned me in place with his forearm as he stilled the toy and pressed the stimulator against my clit. “Give me one more. I know you have it in you.”

Before I could complain about how inhumanly impossible that was, another blinding orgasm hit me out of nowhere, stealing the air right out of my lungs. This one wasn’t as long, but it was more intense, like a flash of lightning splitting through the dark, brief but consuming. When it subsided, Wesley turned the toy off and slipped it out of me as I relaxed my body with a sigh of contentment.

Wesley’s steady and unblinking gaze caught mine as he flicked his tongue across the length of the toy. A low sound rumbled in his chest, sending a shiver straight through me.

“Hmm.” His throat moved with a slow swallow. “Sweet. Just like I thought.”

Heat crept up my cheeks. I couldn’t put together a sentence to save my life.

His smirk was knowing as he threw the toy on the couch. “How do you feel?”

I inhaled a deep breath to gather my courage. This is what the list was all about. Of course, he was going to ask for feedback.