The Lessons (7 page)

“Sure you aren’t cold?” he asked gently.

“No. Why?”

“You just shuddered.”

Shit.
There went my fucking body again, giving away everything. I could lie all I wanted, but my body wasn’t necessarily going to go along with it.

“I’m fine. Keep going.”

“Okay,” he said, as he continued to glide his hand over me. After he circled my hips, he came back to my tits. He traced them with one finger, dragging it from the top all the way to the fullness below. My tits were the one part of my body I was rather satisfied with. I’d been blessed with a very full C cup, and I felt like they were the perfect size. I stole a glance at him as he made his way around them, his face serious. I found myself wondering if he was enjoying himself, and hoping he was. Then he stopped.

I was about to ask why when he sat up so that he could straddle me. Oh, the feeling of Ryan Andrews on top of me; it was exquisite. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. His golden torso started with broad, muscular shoulders and made its way down to his waist, a perfect ‘v’, rippling with abs and pecs and all those muscles I’d never much thought about. Until now.

“You have very nice breasts, Natalie.”

I felt myself involuntarily cringe and he stopped.

Crap.

“Are you okay? Am I too heavy?” Ryan looked down at me, his muscular thighs hovering above my hips.

“No,” I paused. “You’re fine.”

“What is it? You just made a face.”

“What? No I didn’t,” I said, feigning ignorance, but I knew exactly why. However, I wasn’t going to say it.

“You did. You looked uncomfortable. Tell me why.” He commanded.

He had me at a disadvantage, towering over me, taunting me with that lean, golden body. “No, it’s nothing, it’s stupid.”

“Natalie. Do I need to remind you of the ground rules? Honesty. If we are going to work in here, we have to be honest with each other. I don’t care if you think it’s stupid. You have to tell me.”

I stared up at him and briefly considered not telling him, just so I could stay in this position for a little while longer. I liked him on top of me. I liked it a lot.

“It’s dumb.”

“Tell me.”

“Fine.” I took a deep breath. “I just fucking hate the word ‘breasts’.” There. I said it.

He leaned back on his heels and let out a roar of laughter. I found myself glancing everywhere but at him, which was hard, since he took up most of my field of vision. Once he was done laughing, he tilted his head back and peeled himself off me, and laid alongside me in the bed.

I made a face at him and lowered my voice. “I told you it was stupid.”

He looked alarmed. “No, no, no… Natalie, that’s not why I’m laughing. It’s your constant swearing. It just cracks me up sometimes. I mean, it’s just in such contrast to how you look on the outside.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” I grinned at him. He and I both knew I was joking.

“Just that— just that you have this innocence about you.” He took his hand and started to trace my neck from my ear down to my collarbone. I closed my eyes and moved my face toward his fingers. Suddenly, I wanted them in my mouth. I’d never had that urge before, but now I had to have them, taste them. I opened my lips and found two of his fingers with my mouth. I licked them slowly at first, and then brought them both inside, carefully avoiding my teeth. I sucked softly for a moment and then finished with a light kiss.

“Natalie,” he murmured, “Are you sure you haven’t done this before?”

I opened my eyes, and found him staring at me. His eyes were dark and hooded; his face serious. I nodded.

“We should probably kiss. I mean, if you are ready for that.”

I flushed. I had kissed guys before, but Serious Boyfriend #1 was the last time, and that was years ago. Was it possible to forget how to do it? Oh well.
Here’s goes nothing.

I nodded, closed my eyes, and braced myself. In an instant, his lips were on me. They were soft but firm as he slid his mouth over mine. His hand moved around me, and as he pulled me into him, I felt his hard length against my thigh.
Whoa.
That was a new sensation and I was surprised at how much it turned me on. A tingle rushed through my body and my brain started to burn as he ran his hand along my back, up to the nape of my neck. And just as I started to open my lips to let him in, he pulled back.

WHAT?

“Mm. That was nice,” he offered.

Nice? Yes, that was nice! So why the fuck did you stop?
I wanted to scream. But I couldn’t betray what my body was thinking, so I took a deep breath and mirrored him. “Yes. Nice.”

He looked down at my chest and then back at me.

“So what should I call them?”

“Huh?” I tilted my head at him; I was feeling a little lightheaded from that kiss.

He gestured down with his nose. “How should I refer to them? If you don’t like breasts.”

Oh. Right. “Um, I mean, breasts are fine, they just sound… I don’t know, so matronly. Almost anything is better.”

He chuckled. “Okay, how about tits?”

I smiled. “Yeah.”

“Ta-ta’s? Tatters?”

“Sure.”

“Boobs?”

“Only in a pinch.”

“Cans?” he said with a grin.

“Okay, probably not.”

“Okay. Tits, ta-ta’s, and tatters. I think I can work with those options,” he said, again flashing that smile. It was a good thing I was laying down. That smile was a knee-breaker, for sure.

Something had changed between us. I couldn’t pinpoint when it happened, but he was much more relaxed now. Not so… formal. Maybe it was that he was finally in his element, here in bed. Whatever reason it was, it made me more comfortable too, so I let it go.

“Okay, now that we’ve got the terminology out of the way, where were we? Oh, right. You have very nice
tits
, Natalie.” He ran his hand along my hips before taking my nipple into his mouth.

“Thank yo—oohh.”
I tried not to groan, but that was very nice. Just as I was getting used to the sensation, his hand trailed to my thighs and they clenched in response and I shut my eyes. I wasn’t used to someone touching me there.

“Bad?” Ryan whispered.

“No,” I breathed. I felt blood rush to that part of my body. It was different, but it certainly wasn’t bad. Then I felt him lean into me, his lips on my neck. He started kissing me, the heat of his breath increasing the sensations.

He brought fingers to the front of my sex and slid inside my panties, gliding ever so lightly.
Whoa.
I was so sensitive, I could feel each little twitch of his hand, and all I knew is that I needed to have that sensation again. I opened my legs for him just a little and his hand slipped down further, pressing against my nub.

“Whoa,” I gasped as I felt his touch echo through me.

“Does that feel okay?” he whispered in my ear.

I just nodded, my brain already lost to the feeling.

He pulled me in closer so that my tits were pressed up against him and his mouth devoured my neck as he started to rub me faster. My wetness offered a slick welcome for his fingers and he moved over me with ease.

I groaned a little.

“Does it feel good when I press against your clit?” He asked.

“Yes,” I panted.

I was embarrassed to be panting, but feeling the hard length of him press up against my thigh, well it made my breath hitch with desire. Apparently, the lack of oxygen was just what I needed to propel me into an orgasm, because after a few moments like that, I came. Not softly either—no, I came hard—all white light and pulsing sensations. I held on tight to Ryan as pleasure ripped through me, my hips bucking uncontrollably against his palm as I milked it for more its glorious pressure.

Once I’d ridden the orgasm to it’s conclusion, I released Ryan from my death-grip, a little embarrassed at the marks I’d made on his arm.

“Sorry,” I said, nodding foggily as I fell away.

The corners of his lips twitched up. “Nothing to be sorry for.”

He paused for a moment and I used the time to gather my senses, which had evaporated along with my self-consciousness during that demonstration.

“How was that, Natalie?”

I looked up at the ceiling, not able to answer the question while looking at him. “Uh, good. Real good. Thanks for that,” I said, immediately regretting my choice of words.
Thanks?
Brilliant, Reese.

“My pleasure.” He replied matter-of-factly. “Your body is very responsive, Natalie. That’s a good thing.”

“Uh, thank you?”

Ryan was silent for a while as he traced the outline of my hips with his fingers. My skin, post-orgasm, felt highly sensitive and I had to admit, I wouldn’t have minded doing that again. So you can imagine my shock when he said:

“Well, shall we continue?”

There was more?

Man, this guy was even more of an overachiever than I was. I thought for sure this was a big enough step for today, but he was the expert, and if he thought my treatment should continue, well, I could take another orgasm, sure. I looked over at him and nodded.

“Um, yeah. Sure. Ready when you are.”

I had expected his hand to return to my crotch, so obviously I was surprised when he smiled and hoisted himself above me again. No matter though, because once again I was greeted with the glorious visual of Ryan Andrews over me. The man was in excellent shape, and this position caused every muscle in his arms and thighs to flex. It was very… attractive.

He gave me a long, deep kiss but just as I started kissing back, he left me, and started to trail kisses down my stomach, his rough fingers tracing the outline of my waist and then my hips. I lingered in the sensation for a moment, but then a beat later I immediately flew to red alert.
Fuck, he isn’t doing what I think he might be doing? Is he, oh no, he is…

He backed up slowly, pushing the cover off the bed, until his body was at my feet and his lips were kissing my thighs. I thanked God again for Maria, the woman who’d waxed me last week. At least I could be confident that everything was well-maintained down there. I took a deep breath as little pulses of electricity radiated from my thighs.

“You have very soft thighs, Natalie,” he murmured. “I’m going to take your panties off now.”

I swallowed hard, my mouth running dry. My breath had turned shallow and more rapid, and I tried hard to slow it, but it was no use. I just shut my eyes and nodded.

He hooked his thumbs into my panties, and slowly pulled them down. I opened my eyes just in time to see him toss them on the floor, and his eyes caught mine. He didn’t smile, but something was alight inside them. I closed my eyes again.

He slowly backed away, and in one easy movement, moved me toward him so that my ass was on the edge of the bed. I instinctively bent my legs back to prevent them from falling off, carefully keeping my knees and ankles pressed together.

He ran his hands up between my legs. “Is this okay?” he asked quietly.

My heart stilled. He was asking permission.
Did I want this?
Of course I wanted this. This is what I had signed up for. I mumbled an affirmative and he gently pushed apart my knees, and there I was, on full view to him. I’m sure I blushed a deep dark burgundy. He was silent for a moment, and I kept my eyes closed tight, cringing inside. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I felt like I was going to have a heart attack.
Oh God, please don’t let me have a heart attack here. I can’t die in my sex surrogate’s office.
I could practically hear the teaser on the evening news:

Lonely virgin dies from heart attack in hired f*cks office, details at eleven.

“You’re very beautiful Natalie,” he murmured as he touched his lips to my thighs, slowly making his way toward my sex. I wasn’t sure what to say. So I didn’t say anything. It felt too weird to talk back to someone who was between my legs. Besides… saying those things— it was probably just part of the job.

Ryan

Fuck, I shouldn’t have said that
, I silently scolded myself.

That little, innocent comment was ripe with all sorts of wrong. The ethical guidelines of surrogacy put a tremendous amount of responsibility on the shoulders of the surrogate. I was
supposed
to be the one who was in control, and normally I was good at that. Growing up, I’d become so good at compartmentalizing, it was like I could lock my feelings away into a perfect little filing system and throw away the key. Not always the most useful skill to have, but it enabled me to be quite good at my job.

But not today. How the hell was I supposed to be in control when I had
this
in front of me? I mean,
come on
. I’d had dozens of clients over the years, some you could even call attractive, but none that pulled me in quite like this. Natalie was such a puzzle to me. Course and rough one moment, with a tomboyish sass, and then innocent and unsure the next. It was confusing as hell but my dick seemed to like it.