“Whoa, buckaroo! You need to calm down. We’ve got all night.” Lacey took the young man’s hand from her breast and looked him in the eye.
“I know you’ve been waiting for this for what seems like forever, but we’re going to do it right, okay?” He swallowed hard and nodded as if he wasn’t just incapable of speech, but incapable of understanding the concept of speech.
“Good. Now come here.” Lacey led him to the bed and sat him down, hoping that like all the others, he didn’t notice the crinkling sound from the bedspread. She sat down on his lap and brought his hands to her hips.
“There. Isn’t that better?”
“We’re nice and close, aren’t we?”
“Do I feel good here, on your lap, with your hands on me?”
This time he nodded so fast his glasses slipped down his nose. She giggled softly and pushed them back where they belonged.
“Good. Now let’s get started. I want you to lean forward and kiss me right…here.” His eyes followed as she slowly moved her finger from the bridge of his glasses to the side of her neck.
Her victim leaned forward hungrily, and she put a hand on his chest. “Gently.”
He nodded again and exceptionally slowly brought his lips to her neck.
Lacey sighed. “Mmmm. Yes. Good. Now…gently…taste me with your tongue.”
The instant his tongue touched her flesh, her body transformed.
Now he found his voice, but it was too late.