oral sex for dummies chapter 4: principles
Lute tries a hands-off approach this lesson in hopes that it lessens the growing tension between her and Adam.
Lute sighed. This was Adam. Boss Adam. Shithead Adam. Best friend Adam. The same idiot who couldn’t eat pussy to save his life. Which is why, she mentally reminded herself, she was in this bullshit predicament in the first place.
From his side of the desk, Adam let out a deep, rumbling burp, not bothering to cover his mouth. Her gaze lingered on his lips. He’d ditched the mask this afternoon and must have forgotten to shave last night because he was sporting some spectacular grey-flecked stubble. It sprawled over his cheeks and jawline, creeping down his neck and disappearing behind the spiked collar of his cossack.
What would it feel like brushing against the inside of her thigh? Lute immediately mentally slapped herself. Terrible! Prickly. Itchy. Would probably leave her with an unsightly rash. And yet, the very thought of it stoked a flame she hadn’t been aware was burning somewhere low in her stomach.