“Don’t be passive,” Summer murmured, breathing shallowly. She watched him watch her, holding as still as possible. “If I don’t like it, I’ll tell you.” A shudder raced down her spine, matching his motion, and she shifted her hips, pressing down.
“I’m not, I’m…I’m learning. Have you ever done this before?” he whispered and cupped both of her breasts, thumbs swiping across her nipples as he eyed them hungrily. “Beautiful,” he whispered, before hardening underneath her, the friction causing him to let out a low moan.
She nodded slowly, vision going distant. “Not — this way,” she said, the words dragging from her mouth. “I was — he … it ended badly.” She bit at her lip, eyelids twitching, and visibly put it out of her mind, gaze focusing back on him. “What are you learning?”