Discovering Delilah (Harborside Nights, Book 2) by Melissa Foster Read Free Book Online

over and over again. Her fingers remain inside me until the last pulse of my climax shudders through me, and as I openmy eyes, she kisses me softly.
    Even in my fantasies I never thought something could feel this good. The student in me awakens, and my focus turns.
    “I want to do that to you.” The words escape before I can stop them, but I do want to learn to do that. I want to learn how to make Ashley feel that good. Hell, I want to feel that good again. Guys have nothing on Janessa. I wonder if all womenother than me know how to do that.
    She smiles. “I was hoping you would.”
    “God, Janessa. How’d you learn to do that?”
    “Practice.”
    She wraps her arms around my neck and leans back against the arm of the couch, bringing me down on top of her. I kick off my boots and settle my body between her legs. We’re hip to hip, and again I notice the difference between Frank’s hard muscles andthe soft pillows of Janessa’s breasts, the feel of her tender hands on my arms. The lack of a hard rod between us, pressing into my stomach. There’s only soft femininity. I kiss her lips and let my mouth travel south, paving the way for my hands, lingering, exploring her breasts again with shaky hands. I’m nervous, but it’s different this time. I’m in student mode, and somehow that makes it a littleeasier. I’m even more detached, taking mental notes of what makes her hips meet mine, what earns me a moan or a gasp.  
    “That feels so good.” She holds the back of my head, keeping my mouth over her breast as I lap her nipple, then take her breast into my mouth again.
    I kiss a path down the flat plane of her stomach. It’s nice not to have to battle with a man’s chest hair. I never thoughtabout how many things I didn’t like about being with guys, but it’s all coming to the forefront. From their heady scent to the roughness of their skin. I can’t help but wonder what Ashley’s naked body would feel like. I play her image over and over in my mind as I explore Janessa’s stomach, her ribs, her hips. When I get to her miniskirt, I lick above the waist of the material, which is rightabove her pubic bone, and then I lean back a little, pressing my hands to her thighs, and I stop.
    I don’t know how to do this.
    I’m going to do it wrong .
    “It’s okay,” she whispers. “Don’t feel pressure, Delilah. You don’t have to do anything.”
    “No. I want to. I just…” Don’t know how .
    She sits up and presses her hands to my cheeks, then kisses me softly. “You can’t do it wrong.Just do what you want Ashley to do to you.”
    A dreamy sigh escapes before I can stop it. Hearing Ashley’s name linked to something so sexual makes butterflies take flight in my stomach. I want to be with her so badly I ache.
    I’m so thankful Janessa understands. We don’t say anything more. She eases onto her back and closes her eyes, which makes it much less stressful for me. I lower mylips to her belly and allow my hands to feel the softness of her thighs, the heat between her legs. I use both hands to lower her thong. She smiles as we maneuver around each other to get it completely off, and then she eases back down. She’s so patient, which makes me a little less embarrassed. Everyone should have someone like Janessa to walk them through their first time.
    I close my eyesas I explore her body and think, Do what I want Ashley to do to me. My hands splay wide across the tops of her thighs. I slide them up until my thumbs touch, feeling the heat of her sex. I brush over her wetness, marveling in the slick, warm feel of her skin. I move my thumbs up, nimbly find her clit, and caress it gently, stroking her with my other hand. When my fingers sink inside her wetness,she breathes harder.
    I hardly breathe at all.
    Her eyes are closed and her head is tilted back, lips slightly parted. I’m still unsure about my skills, but when her hips rise off the couch and she grips the cushions in fisted hands, I guess I’m doing