The Sex Education of M.E. Read online

  “I’m relieved you didn’t sleep with him,” Merek muttered against my skin.

  “Who said I didn’t sleep with him?”

  His lips stopped and I laughed. My hand covered my mouth.

  “I’m sorry.” I laughed harder at the momentary expression on his face. Then he playfully narrowed his eyes and shifted his body to kneel before me.

  “You’re going to pay for that.” The curve of his lips was pure seduction. Then those lips hit my knee. I jolted. His mouth opened and he sucked the skin above my kneecap. My head fell back and a shaky hand reached out for his hair. It was coarse, the salt mixing with the pepper of age, but slipping my fingers through it, rubbing over his scalp, made him moan. The vibration of his mouth tingled up my thigh, igniting the steady spark into a full-on inferno at the apex. With a will of their own, my legs parted, extending the invitation for him to continue higher.

  “Will you take a payment plan?” I whispered toward the ceiling. His subtle laughter tickled my skin. The air sizzled and my nervous giggle turned serious. We were really doing this. He was really going there, there, and I wanted it like nothing I’d ever wanted before. My skirt rose and firm hands removed my underwear without missing a beat. Kisses continued uninterrupted. My knees opened farther as his broad body wedged between them. His mouth drew seductively closer to where I wanted it to go. His tongue dragged hesitantly along my inner thigh before he lapped through tender folds. I bucked, suppressing the chuckle of nerves threatening to escape. His tongue strengthened and the pressure increased to full-on devouring. I held his head between my thighs. The seduction of his tongue increased to part my lower lips and he sucked that nub of pleasure hard. I sighed as he guided one of my legs up to perch on the couch. I was completely exposed.

  He tugged me closer to the edge of the cushion without missing a beat of his connection on my core. His mouth was on a mission. His fingers joined the adventure. One thick digit slipped into my wet channel, which sucked him deeper, while his tongue circled around me. My toes curled and my legs quivered as the fluttering crawled from my ankles, rapidly curled around my calves, and burst forth at the top of my thighs. I screamed. Or I think I screamed. The strangled sound coming out of me wasn’t a noise I recognized.

  My body shuddered with aftershocks. My fingers tightened in his hair and I tugged gently to let him know I’d had enough. My thighs shook, but my insides felt languid. Replete for the moment, I stared at Merek as his head rose and he faced me with moisture enhancing his red lips. His mouth curved into that delicious smile and I longed to kiss him, regardless of his rule. I was tempted to ask about it but he asked me a question instead.

  “Like that?” As confident as he came across, it seemed strange he would even ask such a question. Then he added: “If you say fine, I’m going to punish you again.”

  “Fine, fine, fine,” was the mantra my mouth sang to tease him. He stood methodically, pulling me up by my hands as he went. Shaky legs quivered and his mouth landed below my ear.

  “My turn,” he purred. I assumed what he meant; I just didn’t know if I could do that. Oral sex wasn’t my specialty. While I often felt guilty I rarely performed it on Nate, I also never felt I was any good at it. Being with Nate was also more often about getting the act done, than experiencing each other.

  Merek surprised me by reaching around me and slipping his hands firmly under my behind. Lifting upward, my reaction was to wrap my legs around him. My skirt rose up, and the sensation of bare skin against the material instantly rekindled my excitement. The hard length of him on the edge of my entrance enhanced the experience and teased me with what was to come next.

  “You can’t carry me,” I whimpered, clasping my arms around his neck as he adjusted me before turning us. “I’m too heavy,” I cried. He didn’t respond. If he struggled, I didn’t have the slightest notion as his nose traced my neck while he blindly guided us into another room. I was dropped on a bed and bounced with the connection.

  “Oh my,” I laughed as I flopped against the mattress. Brushing back my hair, I looked up at Merek whose face appeared thoughtful.

  “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have tossed you down like that.” His expression shifted; his eyebrows pinched in question. Fear rose inside me. Did he have his own doubts about what was going to happen next? Because the next step was going to be sex — pure, unadulterated sex, unless he changed his mind. He reached for the collar of his t-shirt and slipped it over his head. Guess I had my answer.

  For a man in his forties, before me stood a god who rivaled a twenty-year old. In fact, the solidness of his chest and the thickness of his arms proved he was a man of age, not a youth newly out of puberty. His stomach rippled and my fingers twitched to travel the bumpy road before me. Forget it, my mouth watered to trace down the treasure trail that peeked out of his jeans. To top it off he had tattoos, and while I didn’t personally have any, I was so intrigued by them on others. The color, the images, the meaning behind the art always made me curious. I didn’t have long to ogle him, though, as his hands came to mine, tugging me upward so he could remove my skirt and t-shirt.

  Here’s where it got tricky. My body did not compare in physique to his. I wasn’t solid, anywhere. A slight bulge typically peeked over my underwear and my thighs had grown together. Skin dangled under my arms and my stomach had the scars of childbirth. One arm rested around my stomach as if I could wrap myself up. My other arm instinctively crossed my chest. My breasts still stood large in a black bra, and my boy-cut shorts, which had been removed in the living room, were not chosen to flatter but rather a futile attempt to hold things together in the mid-section.

  “Don’t do that.” His eyes were trained on my chest. Mine shifted away. His fingers gently circled my wrist, forcing it down to expose my breasts. My heart raced with inadequacy. A deep breath was necessary to calm my fears. I licked my lips. The aroma of my desire perfumed the air and I added another line to my list of insecurities before this man. He removed my other arm.

  Holding my wrists at my sides, his eyes caressed over me. It was too much and I had to look away again. I couldn’t watch him inspect my body. My heart beat so wildly, I worried he’d see it through my skin. Instead, he nudged me to step back until I hit the bed. I sat on instinct, and then he asked me to scoot back. He followed me like I was his prey, but I wasn’t afraid. In fact, I longed for the attack. When I hit the pillows with my back I stopped and his mouth landed on the deep ridges of my stomach. My hand flew to cover where he had kissed. The barrier wasn’t strong enough and he instantly removed my weak attempts to prevent him from looking at the scars.

  “Children?” he muttered as he continued to kiss up and over deep grooves that did not match the sharp ripples of his structured abs. Instead, it looked like a semi-truck rolled over my abdomen.

  “I have two,” I mumbled. He continued his attention on marred skin before his hand spread over my stomach.

  “It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful.”

  “Right,” I snorted. Literally. His eyes shot upward.

  “You created a miracle in there. Your body wears the proof of that, and it’s beautiful.” His tone turned rough as he spoke, as if the harshness would ingrain in me the seriousness of his words. I didn’t know how to respond. I didn’t need to; his hands slipped around my back and with only a minor fumble, unclasped my three hook support bra. He dragged it forward, and then flung it behind him. I laughed only long enough for his mouth to engulf one nipple. Then the sound became a strangled moan.

  His warm lips sucked hard on a nipple sharp and peaked. A tingly letdown sensation filled both breasts and it shot like an arrow straight to another part of body. My body responded to Merek by wrapping a leg around his and letting my hands trail his hair again. He dragged his tongue down the hill of one breast, crossing the thin valley between them to climb the other and pay it equal homage. The prickling sensation struck again. The throbbing between my legs needed to get closer to him. My wet center pressed against his
bare chest.

  Reaching for his shorts, I wedged a hand between us to unbutton them, but he sat back to continue the rest. Standing before me, his length was firm and large underneath boxer briefs. Sight unseen, he was larger than another man. Nate flashed between us and I cursed myself for letting my mind wander. Before me stood a man, a god, of perfection. His dark treasure trail led to something golden, and I didn’t wish to compare him to anyone else. Merek shook his head.

  “Only you and me in here, or this won’t work,” he said, twisting his lips.

  “It’s only you and me,” I whispered, ridding my mind of any other thoughts. He removed his boxers and mesmerized me with the sight of him. He climbed my body again, but kept himself balanced over me. The weight of his length pressed upward against me, his solid head braced at my entrance. I needed him closer. My hips inched toward him, calling to him. His response was to drag his firm tip through sensitive folds. Nudging forward, the motion replicated what I wanted: him inside me. His nose trailed along my collar bone as he thrust forward one more time, but held back from slipping deep inside.

  “Merek,” I moaned.

  “Mmmm…I like the sound of my name on your lips.”

  “I have…” I didn’t think I could continue with: condoms in my purse. Gia had dumped a truck load in there. Not needing one for twenty years, and even before that, I wasn’t certain what was in the collection she gave me.

  An assortment, she teased, before explaining color, size and flavors.

  “Flavors?” I questioned. Who puts those in their mouth? I actually didn’t want an answer.

  “I’m covered.” He saved me. “I don’t suppose you’re on the pill,” he asked, pulling back from me.

  “Uhm…no,” I laughed. There hadn’t been a need. Nate didn’t want other children after a scare, as he called it, when Bree was five. He took care of it himself to assure there wasn’t any future risk.

  “I can’t get you pregnant,” he hinted. “But I still like to have it wrapped.”

  Merek reached awkwardly for the top drawer of the night stand, and my mind wandered to the number of women that had been in this room, on this bed, with this man. Being curious was dangerous as my thoughts wondered if he had an assortment in that drawer. Removing a square foil package, I panicked that he’d ask me to put it on him. Wasn’t that the way romance novels wrote it? The woman covers this action, but I couldn’t recall the first thing about how to apply a condom. Thankfully, Merek ripped the foil and rolled the latex over himself. Admittedly, this was freaking sexy. My wanton mind was all in suddenly, as he knelt between my legs. Naked, fully exposed to him, my heart raced, but my lower region sped into overdrive. It had been a long time.

  Merek ran teasing fingers over tender folds, hypersensitive and alert. I moaned, spreading my legs, begging him to take me. My pelvis tipped upward, the tension built again. I’d never had a second orgasm. One per customer, and the sale was finished. But this, this was the wave of a second coming. I wanted this like nothing I’d ever wanted before. My toes curled into the sheets. My hips rose for greater friction.

  “Again,” Merek mumbled in encouragement, and I risked a peek at where his attention was focused. Watching him stroke me was too much.

  “Come on, darlin’,” he said. It wasn’t a command. It was wanton in its own right. He was waiting for me. My concentration was intense. I needed this release.

  “I…” My breath hitched. “Oh, God.” The wave took me by surprise. My legs shuddered and collapsed. My head rolled to the side. I gripped the sheets as my back arched upward. The sensation washed over me in a manner I’d never felt before. I would not stop. I would not say enough. I would not offer that I was done, so he could take me. I rode the unchartered waters until I was dry and exhausted.

  And then I felt him.

  His head poised at my entrance, and I opened for him. Romance novels talk about young girls having sex; they are always tight. This channel had been discovered long ago, and yet I felt like a virgin. It had been so long, and Merek was thick, and solid. Good God, I felt each ridge of him as he entered me, and my eyes rolled back. He took his time, slowly dragging out the anticipation, filling me completely. Then he paused.

  “You okay?” His voice was rugged, strained, as if he held back. A tear escaped the corner of my eye. Overwhelmed and worshipped was a heady combination. As I looked away, I blinked rapidly.

  “Eyes on me,” he groaned, emphasizing the words with a gentle thrust.

  “Again,” I whispered, drawing my attention back to his face. Do that again, my head silently pleaded. All of it. Any of it. Again, again, again.

  He dragged to the edge of me, but muscles clenched to hold him inside. My knees bent and squeezed his hips. I would not let him leave me. Not yet. Painstakingly slow, he slid forward. A hissing sound circulated in the air above us. I think the noise was me.

  He withdrew a little faster this time. My legs hitched up over his hips. A hand reached under my backside, and he tilted me upward. Thrusting forward quickly, he filled me to the hilt and I grunted.

  “Okay?” he questioned.

  “It’s…it’s…” I couldn’t describe what was happening to me, or what he was doing to me. The fullness. The completion. The ecstasy. Another tear escaped, but I ignored it. I wasn’t sad; no, I was far from sorrow

  He repeated the motion, increasing each time until we developed a rapid rhythm, a beating pace that bordered on out of control.

  “Darlin’.” His voice strained and he stilled over me. A vein ran down his neck. His eyes closed tight. The pulsing inside me was not my own. Three quick beats and he collapsed over me. I couldn’t bear his weight for long, but then again, I wasn’t ready for him to withdraw from me. Not yet.

  My pulse beat rapidly as I took calming breaths. Her frame was crushed under me, but I didn’t want to move. Her arms came around my neck, holding me in place as I covered her. She held tight, and a tear trickled along my neck. I didn’t want her to cry. I didn’t want her to be sad about what we’d done. I wanted to blanket her and cursed the thought. This wasn’t like me. What just happened? My mind was a jumble of confusion while my body was replete with satisfaction I hadn’t felt in a long time.

  The way she purred and gasped with each thrust. The way her nails scratched tenderly up my back. Her legs wrapped around me and her body in rhythm with mine. I’d had so many women over the years. An embarrassing amount. They were a means to an end, and so was this, but somehow that was a lie. She had needs, but was not desperate, and I selfishly liked that I had been her first. After all the time she’d been with one man, I was her first. I didn’t intend to replace him, though. That’s not what this was about.

  I was suddenly uncertain what this was about.

  Emme wasn’t someone I was prepared for. She was nearly the same age as me. She was short on sexual history. I shouldn’t have tossed her on the bed. The young things liked that. Throwing them down. Spanking their ass. Tying them up. Not that Emme didn’t want those things. Hell, I didn’t know what she wanted, but tonight wasn’t about the tricks. Tonight was simple sex. Although, it was hardly simple.

  She was expressive. Combined with her lack of experience, she was unique to me. Unusual, but in a good way. Those tears haunted me, though. I wanted to ask, but then again I didn’t. I didn’t want to hear she felt guilty or she thought of someone else instead of me buried inside of her. I didn’t recognize the emotion that crept inside me and I rolled off of her hastily, using the excuse of cleaning up to separate myself from her.

  I slipped out of the room, taking a second to collect my thoughts. Images of Emme writhing under me, undulating with me, sparked my dick to long for her again. I wasn’t ready yet. I needed another minute. Would she even let me have her a second time? What if once was all she wanted to fulfill the need, scratch the itch. I stood tall and looked at myself in the mirror. I didn’t normally care what women thought of me. I wasn’t young, but I didn’t feel old. I took care of my body. Th
e graying shade of stubble on my face contrasted with the dark tone of my hair. I’d been told it made me look distinguished. Why wouldn’t she want me again?

  On second thought, what if she wanted me to hold her. What if she wanted to talk about what we’d done? I didn’t cuddle. I didn’t have to. I never brought women to the apartment. Tonight, I was stuck. But, that wasn’t quite the right word. I didn’t feel stuck. I didn’t know what I felt. I wanted her to stay, at least for round two, maybe a round three. There was more I wanted to discover about Emme. Just how far would she be adventurous.

  When I heard a thump from the floor below, I panicked. Rushing into the bedroom, I found her seated and mostly dressed. She reached down for a shoe when doubt struck. She was leaving? She flipped her longer hair over her shoulder, and that white blonde color made her beautiful. Her blue eyes were hazy with lust and exhaustion. If she left, I was an ass. If she stayed, I was an ass.

  “What are you doing?” I crossed the room and scrambled for my boxers on the floor.

  “My girls will be home around midnight. I need to go. Besides you probably have to work tomorrow.” She made it sound like she was leaving for my benefit. A trait of women I hated: turning a situation around so it seemed like they were doing me a favor.

  “I…” Did I want her to stay? Did I want her to go?

  She finished strapping her sandal and stood slowly. A sheepish smile brightened her face, but her eyes avoided mine. She was sweetly shy as she approached me. A shaky hand came forward and pressed hesitantly against my bare chest. I swear she could feel my heart racing.

  “Thank you,” she whispered, then smiled weakly. Kissing me chastely on the cheek, then she stepped around me and left. Again.

  My head quickly overruled my body. While I’d love to bask in the afterglow of incredible sex, something on Merek’s face was off. When he rolled away from me, the connection with him was lost. I didn’t know what to do next. My desire to curl into him and sleep was completely unrealistic. I hadn’t slept wrapped around a man since Nate and I first dated. After twenty years, once the act was complete, Nate and I rolled our separate ways, each to our corner of the bed. Had we ever slept wrapped around one another? I couldn’t remember a time and recognized romance novels tainted what I thought should happen next. But this wasn’t a book; this was life, and mine caught up to me. I noticed the time on the nightstand clock and realized I needed to get home. I had children. It’s not that they expected me to be home, but the inquiry if I wasn’t, was something I wasn’t ready to explain to my growing girls.