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I hesitate because I'm not sure what to touch first. Will I seem greedy if I go straight for his belt? Will my inexperience show if I start at his shoulders?
Maybe his nipples are where I should begin. Do men like having their nipples touched? I don't know. How do I not know this? I’ve had the whole Internet at my fingertips for God's sake. Why have I never googled ‘do men like to have their nipples touched?’
"Is there a problem, Valerie?" Fynn's voice is deep and almost sounds a little breathless.
Or maybe that's just me hoping I'm not the only one about to suffocate.
"No problem." I meet his gaze. The intensity and heat there is staggering, and has me wishing I asked him to go first, because the throb between my thighs intensifies. "I was just deciding where to start."
"Would you like a suggestion?"
He's going to give me a hint on how to please him? "Yes, please."
"That's good." His hand comes to my face, thumb tracing my lower lip. "Because I'm more than happy to tell you what to do."
I feel like I'm cheating on a test, but I'm not turning the opportunity down. "Okay." If Fynn can baby step me through this then there's almost no way I can fail, as long as I do what he asks.
His nostrils barely flare as his thumb makes one more pass over my lower lip before both arms drop to his sides. "Get on your knees."
I can happily do that. It's likely a little shameful how quickly I drop to the floor, my hands braced against his thighs for stability as I go down, bringing myself face-to-face with the fly of his pants.
"Take off my belt." This time it doesn't sound as much like a suggestion as it does an order, but I still don't mind since Fynn's orders are likely going to get me where I want to go. I reach for his belt, only fumbling a little as I flip it open and drag the smooth length of leather through the loops, carefully setting it on the floor next to me as I lift my eyes to his face and wait for instruction.
Fynn’s hand comes back to my face, stroking over my skin in a gentle touch. "You're a very good listener, Valerie." His voice is deep and smooth and rolls across me in a wave of warmth.
I've waited my whole life for some sort of acknowledgment. For someone to notice how much effort I put into trying to be the best version of what I could be. It never happened, and it would seem it's left me starved for praise, so I'm soaking Fynn’s words up, letting them sink into the needy, neglected parts of me.
"Do you think you can suck my cock as well as you listen?" Fynn’s dark gaze is locked on my mouth. Like he’s as desperate for it as I am for more of his appreciative words.
I slowly nod, struggling to breath as I wait to hear what he asks for next.
"Then open my trousers and take it out, Darling. Let's see if that mouth is as sweet as the rest of you."
CHAPTER TEN
FYNN
THIS IS A terrible idea. But as with so much else involving Valerie Berdard, I can't seem to help myself. Especially when she looks so sweet and eager on her knees for me.
I know she’s the one who made this proposition, but there’s not an inch of me that isn’t desperate for her touch. Even after discovering her motives aren't as innocent as I'd hoped, I still can't make myself stop wanting her.
Because, even while confessing her sins and pleading her case, she was still so sweet. And sweet women are my fucking kryptonite. They offer everything I crave, and the thought of having soft, gentle, eager to please Valerie in my bed—as my wife—has my cock straining against my trousers as she works the button free.
Her graceful fingers pinch the zip, the deep red of her short, but elegant, fingernails standing out against the dark fabric as she grips it and spreads it wide. She hesitates a second before reaching for the waistband of my briefs, her touch brushing against my skin as she grips it, stretching the elastic away from my body before tugging it down. The hard line of my dick springs free, reaching for the wet warmth of her mouth, the tip already leaking like I'm some sort of untrained schoolboy.
I can't help it. In this moment there's nothing I want more than to stretch between those plump lips. To slide against her tongue, watching her eyes water as I come down her throat.
All the air rushes from Valerie's lungs, the warmth of it fanning against my sensitive crown. "You're bigger than I expected."
I trace one finger along the line of her jaw. "You flatter me."
Her eyes lift to mine. "It's the truth."
My tracing finger slides across her mouth again. Following the pillowy softness I can't wait to experience. "I have faith in your abilities."
My words seem to bolster her wavering confidence, and I love the sight of her shoulders straightening as her attention drops to my aching cock. She licks her lips and leans closer.
"That's right, Darling. Show me what you can do." I continue encouraging her. I want to see more of that determination. Less hesitancy. "Grip me with your hand." I usually try to be less demanding in the beginning, but I'm not offering her that luxury. After admitting her reasons for approaching me, she doesn't deserve it, but Valerie also needs to know how things will be between us.
