Explicit Instruction by Scarlett Finn Page B

Flick carried on down his body, taking the time to admire him in a way she wouldn’t be able to when he awoke.
    Choosing not to linger over his impressive abs because there was another part of him that she wanted to learn, Flick followed the column of dark hair from his navel down to the length of him.
    Her eyes watered when she saw his penis in all its glory, and she couldn’t quite believe that it had been inside her. But he’d been in her, deep and insistent, stretching the passage that now cried in agony. Running her finger from its base to his head, she saw it jump in response. The silk of his skin begged for more, and Flick rubbed her cheek over him, closing her eyes at the luxury of his hide.
    This mammoth intruder had given her pleasure, pulsing in and out of her, a weapon to fulfil their desires. Twisting her hea d, Flick pressed her lips to him and placed kisses the length and the width of him. Drawing her hands up his thighs, she cupped his testicles, drumming her fingers around them gently testing their weight. With another kiss on the tip of him, she flicked her tongue across the seeping liquid glistening, begging to be tasted.
    Flick wasn’t naive enough to think she could ever pleasure him with her mouth. She’d be awkward and inexperienced. Also the size of him meant she’d never be able to take him deep in her mouth, or her throat. But while he remained unconscious, Flick let herself believe that she was capable of dispensing pleasure.
    A man as virile as Rushe would be difficult to conquer. If a woman could control his pleasure, she’d be formidable, and with Rushe in her power she’d be capable of anything.
    Flick sucked the head of him into her mouth, circling him with her tongue, still fingering his balls she tasted more liquid . Spurred on by her imagination, Flick closed her eyes and dreamt of what it could be like to deliver Rushe to ecstasy. Sucking more, she took him as deep as she could, sucking and licking, one hand circled him and began to squeeze copying the milking action of her vagina that he seemed to so much enjoy.
    Her lack of experience was nothing in her mind. Her timidity didn’t exist. She had Rushe at her beck and call, utterly devoted to the bliss she carried him to. This man in her imagination was drawn to her, with her, proud of her.
    Fervour burst into Flick and she sucked him deep, her own legs pressed together. Her action and her imagination had taken her to the brink of her own orgasm. But as Flick processed the result of this fantasy in herself, a thick liquid spurted in her mouth. Automatically she swallowed him down, sucking his hot seed into her belly.
    When his hand landed on her head, Flick opened her eyes and blinked up to see his face angled on the pillow with her in his sights, the same flat expression on his face.
    Slowly she slid her mo uth away, letting his head slip down her chin. Licking her lips, Flick still tasted him in her throat, and the tingling in her thighs increased.
    ‘Sorry,’ she whispered . Taking her hands from him, she sat up on her knees between his legs.
    ‘Yeah,’ he said without moving his lips.
    In her curiosity, the one thing she hadn’t considered was consent. So much had been made of her approval that her not offering him the same assent made her eyes sting. Drawing them skyward, Flick willed tears not to fall. She cried too easily but could never be considered a blubberer because as fast as they came they would go. Except now they wanted to fall.
    Flick moved to climb over his leg to get up but he sat up and grabbed her wrist. ‘Explain,’ he demanded. ‘The tears... explain.’
    No actual tears had fallen but he must have sensed it in her, and if Flick didn’t know him better she’d think that was concern in his voice.
    ‘I took advantage of you,’ she said , watching blood route back into his penis, and she knew she’d been right. Her efforts had pleased him for only a few seconds. ‘That wasn’t consensual.’
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