Lessons

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“I see why Jon and Lily are so taken with you.” 

Curiosity overtakes my natural hesitation. “Why is that?”

“Outside of being very beautiful,” he holds up his hand as I open my mouth to protest. “Don’t disagree because you won’t or don’t see it. I can’t be the first to tell you this, not even the first tonight. But…” 

Jacob gives a little sweeping motion with his hand, as if to brush away my opposition. 

“The fact that you truly don’t yet see your beauty, makes your appeal very…appealing.” 

He claims what little space remains between us, the woodsy aroma of his aftershave swirls with something spicy and I lean closer. 

“I’d like very much to kiss you again.”

The bold admission takes me by surprise and as he pushes me back into the leather seat with the closeness of his body, I see the dark desire slide across his eyes.

When I don’t object, he kisses me, a taste only, moving his lips over mine slow and deliberate. He guides my hand to the front of his trousers, covering the swell his cock with my hand. His flesh leaps beneath my touch and Jacob sucks in a sharp breath.

“So deliciously sweet.”

He expertly snakes a hand beneath my thighs but goes no further. His cock presses into my belly like a hot poker and the ache between my legs swells. 

I moan and gasp, curling my fingers into the lapel of his jacket. 

I’m holding on, trying to center myself in the here and now. I don’t recognize myself. Am I someone new? Or is this who I always was?

His thighs urge my knees further apart and Jacob cups the back of my thighs, drawing his hands and my thighs upward so my legs wrap around his waist. 

He presses forward, grinding against the bare flesh between my thighs when Dylan’s disembodied voice announces, “We’re here, Jacob.”

No! I’m not there yet. 

Jacob ceases his explorations and pulls back slightly. My body hums the Halleluiah chorus of need, my breath ragged. I whimper. Jacob grins and smothers my lips with his.

“I wish we had more time, Gabrielle. Perhaps later, if you’re not too tired.”

“I think I’d have to be dead to be too tired for you.” 

Jacob laughs and I blush head to toe. He adjusts his trousers and looks out the window, giving me a moment to straighten my dress and compose myself, although no amount of time would erase the kiss-swollen lips or warm blush on my cheeks. “I’m ready.”

He glances back over his shoulder and winks. “Lily and Jon will be around even if you can’t see them. Remember the safeword. And have fun. Jon and Lily have chosen well for you. Trust in them. And in yourself.”

Jacob opens the door and steps out of the limo, extending his hand back to me. I slip my hand into his, the point of contact warm and secure. The same cannot be said for our location, however.

Jacob tugs on my hand and I fall in step beside him. We descend the winding path to the house, moving between the manicured lawn and sculpted boxwoods. As we start up the stairs the front door swings open and serves up an Asian woman, her midnight hair falling in perfect ringlets over her shoulders. She greets us with a half-smile. 

Behind her, a grand staircase frames her body in swirls of ivory marble and wrought iron. The bannister splits right and left, the curve of iron giving the illusion of black wings. Appropriate for our hostess. 

She wears black, from the lacy sheath dress to the four-inch spike fuck-me-pumps. She looks me up and down and I suddenly know how the last box of Girl Scout cookies must feel.