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Otherwise, they
watched in silence. Lori was mostly absorbed in the storyline, and pleased and
relieved by her body’s responses to the erotic activities on screen. But
occasionally she thought she sensed Ander’s gaze on her—like he was watching
her. Every time she turned to check, however, his eyes were focused on the
television. Eventually, she told herself she was imagining things out of
nervousness and self-consciousness. So she put it out of her mind.

When the movie
finished, she was extremely turned on. Her body felt restless and squirmy and
she was wet and hot between her legs.

“How do you
feel?” Ander asked, narrowing his eyes to scan her face after he switched off
the DVD.

“Fine,” she
said, her voice a little hoarse. “I think we can go ahead and, uh, get going.”

“You’re
aroused?”

Her cheeks
warmed. “Yes,” she admitted.

He leaned over
and picked up his case. After replacing the DVDs, he pulled out a packet Lori
didn’t recognize. She stood up and took off her sweater. Then she walked over
to peer at what he had.

Ander looked
over, his eyes automatically scanning her body in her cashmere tank and pajama
pants. But his gaze didn’t linger. He handed Lori an unopened packet. “Dental
dams,” he explained. “For oral sex. I don’t have unprotected sex of any kind.”

“Of course. I
wouldn’t be using your services otherwise.” She’d never seen an dental dam
before so she studied the packet with interest, glad for any sort of
distraction from what would be coming next.

“These are the
best quality I’ve been able to find. Very thin and the texture is good. It will
still be very enjoyable for you.”

She swallowed
hard. “Pretty smug about your skills, aren’t you?”

He made a brief
choked sound, as if he’d smothered a surprised laugh. Pulling out a tube of
lubricant, he carried it with two dam packets and a couple of condoms to the
nightstand. “I’ll guess we’ll have to wait and see whether I’m smug or simply
realistic.”

His dry
response made her giggle a little, and she walked over to join him next to the
bed. When she looked from his slick, sexy good-looks to the large bed draped
with a fluffy down comforter, her giggle changed to a nervous gurgle.

“You’re in
control of this,” Ander said, holding her gaze with a cool expression. “We do
whatever you want to do. I can act however you want me to act. Just tell me.”

“I don’t want
you to pretend to be romantic or hot for me or anything. I want it to be...be
real. I mean, don’t pretend we’re doing anything other than we are.”

“Understood. I
can do that. Would you prefer me to stay in my clothes or take them off?” Ander
replied smoothly, not appearing to notice her anxiety.

She thought for
just a moment but knew the sight of his undoubtedly fine, naked body would be
the end of her nerve. “Keep them on.”

“And you?”

She crossed her
arms in front of her chest, suddenly conscious of the way her full breasts were
outlined in the clinging tank she wore and that her nipples were visibly tight
from her arousal. “I’ll keep them on for now,” she said, “Until ...”

He nodded.
“Lights?”

“Off.”

“Is there
anything else you’d like? Questions or requests?”

“Um.”

He waited
patiently, watching her with an oddly quiet look of scrutiny. When she couldn’t
manage to get anything said, he asked softly, “What can I do to make you less
nervous?”

Despite the
practical purpose of the question, it made her feel a little better. Like he
was human and not just some suave sex machine. “I don’t know what I’m doing,”
she managed to say. “Obviously. And obviously you do. But one of things that
has gotten in the way when I’ve tried to get farther than kissing with a guy is
the thought of not knowing what to do. I mean, I know the logistics and the way
it’s supposed to go, but it’s always felt a lot different than the over-blown
stuff in books. And I get hung up on how clueless I feel, and then I can’t get
into it at all.”

He nodded, as
if he understood what she was saying, despite her somewhat silly babbles.

“It would
help,” she added, “If you can kind of give me some directions.”

His eyes
narrowed thoughtfully.

“Not boss me
around or be some sort of dominant asshole. Just kind of guide me through it a
little.” Her cheeks were blazing red and she peeked at him through her
eyelashes. There were no signs on his face that he thought she was a freak or
an idiot. “If that wouldn’t make you uncomfortable.”

He blinked.
Although she didn’t know what would have surprised him in her last comment. “Of
course,” he said, after just a moment. “That makes sense. I’ll do what I can.
Why don’t you get into bed?”

While Lori
pulled the sheet and comforter down, Ander turned off the overhead lights and
took off his shoes and socks. Then she stretched out, breathing deeply and
forcing herself to relax.

She smiled over
at Ander as he sat down on edge of the bed next to her and reached to turn off
the bedside light. He smiled back, and that was the last clear image she had of
his face.

In the dark
room, Lori felt less exposed and self-conscious. She was starting to think that
this wouldn’t be too bad—that she’d worked herself up over nothing—when Ander’s
form suddenly loomed over hers, the dark silhouette of his head directly above
hers.

She jerked
violently, having expected him to be a lot lower. “What are you doing?” she
gasped.

He grew very
still. “I was going to start with some foreplay if that’s all right. It will
make things go more smoothly.”

“Oh. Okay.
Sounds good.” She took a slightly ragged breath and lay beneath him, telling
herself she was an intelligent, mature grown-up who was in control of this
encounter. She had nothing to be nervous about.

When his face
lowered toward hers, though, she put a hand up to stop him. “Are you going to
kiss me?”

“I was,” he
said, bracing himself above her on his forearms. Like his hand, his whole body
felt warm, far too warm for his sleek, cool persona. “My clients usually like
to be kissed.”

“Oh. Well, I’m
not sure I want to. It just seems too...I don’t know. It doesn’t feel right.
Like I’m taking advantage of you or something.”

There was a
noticeable pause before he said, “Lori, you’re paying me for this.”

“I know.” She
squirmed a little. “But it just feels weird. I’d rather not.”

“Of course. You
mean on your mouth, I assume. I can kiss you elsewhere, as part of foreplay?”

“Yes. Elsewhere
is fine.”

She really
wished she were less nervous so she could enjoy the bizarre nature of this
conversation.

Ander started
by mouthing her throat lightly. She tilted her head to give him better access
and was surprised by how nice the light touch felt. Then, before she knew it,
he was stroking her body over the cashmere, his palm brushing over her hips,
belly, and breasts.

She’d been very
aroused a few minutes ago and had only been briefly distracted. So her body
responded to his caresses. It was a relief. She still was breathing in uneven
little pants, but she started to loosen her tense muscles.

“Take a few
deep breaths,” Ander murmured, his mouth lowering to trail along her
collarbone.

Lori was about
to be annoyed with his bossiness when she remembered he was just doing as she’d
requested. So she followed his instructions, took a long, unhurried breath and
let it out. After a few more of these, her breathing had slowed and evened out.

“May I push up
your top?” Ander asked, his fingers on the edge of her little tank.

“Yeah.”

He eased up her
top to expose her breasts, although it was too dark in the room to see them
clearly. Then he lowered his mouth to latch onto one nipple.

She gave a
little whimper as he suckled it skillfully, and she felt the corresponding tugs
between her legs. She shifted beneath him.

“Let me know
what you like,” he said, raising his mouth from her breast briefly. “I can’t
please you otherwise.”

“Oh. I like
what you’re doing. What should I do with my arms?” It felt like her arms were
in the way and she couldn’t figure out where to put them.

“Grabbing the
headboard is an old favorite,” he said, the wry note in his voice comforting
and familiar. “Or you’re welcome to touch me if you want. Just please don’t scratch
my head.”

She tried the
headboard and kind of liked the way the position lifted her breasts so they
didn’t fall so weirdly to the sides. So she clung to the wood as Ander suckled
at her nipple and then adjusted to fondle both breasts with his hands.

Lori arched up
involuntarily as pleasure tingled from his touch and coalesced at her growing
arousal. Realizing she was panting again, she tried to take a few more slow
breaths.

“Is this
working for you, Lori?”

“Yeah,” she
admitted hoarsely, arching up again as he twirled both of her nipples between
his fingers and thumbs. “It feels really good.”

Ander continued
his caresses, kissing and stroking her breasts, and sometimes shifting up to
her throat or down to her stomach.

He was cupping
her breasts with both hands and had his mouth on her belly when Lori’s hands
flew down of their own accord to settle on his head. Making sure not to use her
fingernails, she stroked the tight skin of his bald scalp, amazed by how smooth
it felt and how rippling the little bumps and ridges of his skull were. He’d
either shaved his head before he came over or he was naturally bald. She felt
not the slightest hint of stubble. The smooth sensations on her fingertips
intensified the other growing sensations in her body.

When she
unconsciously started pushing Ander’s head lower, instinctively wanting him
farther down, he lifted up. “Ready?” he asked, reaching over to the nightstand
to pick up a packet and the lubricant.

“Yeah.” Her
nervousness was lessened by physical desire, and she started to push her pajama
pants down over her hips.

Ander helped
her slide them off her legs with her panties and then he settled himself
between her thighs. Her arousal was hot, wet, and aching—and it made her want
to wriggle her hips. But the logistics had given her time to get nervous again
and she tensed up.

She felt one of
Ander’s hands on her belly, stroking her gently. “Can you loosen up here?”

She tried to do
as he said and relax her stomach muscles but she couldn’t seem to manage.

He kept
stroking her. “Try to breathe again.”

She took four
deep breaths before she managed to relax her clenched belly.

His hands
stroked down to her thighs. “Now here.” They did the same thing—Ander massaged
her tight muscles as she breathed until she was able to soften the tension. As
she loosened up, he parted her legs farther.

She heard him
rip the packet open and then squirt out some lubricant. “I’ll rub the lubricant
on the back of the dam. It will make it more pleasurable for you,” he
explained. “But I think I’ll use my hand first, if that’s all right with you.”

“Yeah.”

She kept
concentrating on breathing until she felt his fingers parting her intimate
folds and then stroking slowly along the flesh. The touch was warm and slick—so
warm she gasped.

“The lubricant
warms,” he said, apparently noticing her reaction and reading it correctly. “It
will make it better.”

“Okay.”

She reached up
to grab the headboard again, needing something to do with her hands, when he
smoothly slipped a finger, and then two, inside her channel. She clung—her
hands to the board above her and her inner muscles to Ander’s fingers.

“Is it too
tight?”

“Um. I think
it’s all right.” It didn’t hurt and wasn’t uncomfortable. In fact, as he gently
massaged her inner walls, the warming sensation and the skillful stimulation
caused ripples of pleasure to spiral out from the touch.

“I’m going to
use my mouth now,” Ander explained, his voice so calm and confident in the dark
room it was absurdly reassuring. She could see no more of him than a dark
silhouette and a faint gleam of his skin from the blue glow of the digital
clock next to the bed. “If I do anything you don’t like or that makes you
uncomfortable, tell me right away. I’m going to assume you want to do what
we’re doing until you tell me differently.” He slid his fingers out of her
channel. “To begin with, I’m going to test around to see what you like, so if
something feels particularly good, it would help if you tell me.”

“All right.”

She felt him
making adjustments farther down the mattress and heard rustling of what must be
the dam. Then she gasped loudly when she felt something soft and slick touch
her intimately.

“May I start?”
His voice came from between her legs.

“Yes.” She
clenched her fingers around the edge of the headboard so tightly her knuckles
must have whitened. But she managed not to clench up the muscles of her pelvic
area.

As soon as he
began, she relaxed a little. It was weird but it wasn’t uncomfortable or
horribly embarrassing. He must have been using his tongue, because she felt a
light stroke rub up the range of her flesh and then flutter briefly at her
clit.

“That’s good,”
she choked out, as she felt the quick jolt of pleasure.

He played with
her clit for a few moments, until it felt so good her muscles started to
tighten involuntarily. Then he licked down to her entrance and probed and lapped.
For several minutes, he tried out various techniques and the overall effect was
quite good. Lori had been quite aroused to begin with, and soon her arousal had
taken on an urgency she’d never experienced before.

She pointed out
each move she particularly liked—the curl of his tongue into her channel, the
circular flutter just at her entrance, the sudden pressure of his lips on one
of her folds, and flickering or suction on her clit. As he progressed, he
dropped the techniques she didn’t like as much and focused on the ones she did.