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

something right. My head is in a strange place, learning, watching, wanting to take her to the mind-numbing place she took me.
    I try tofind the spot inside her that will make her lose control, and I feel like I’m fumbling and losing confidence. She’s writhing like she likes it, but I know I’m not getting her there. She’s not lost in sensation like I was, and I desperately want to learn this. Somehow I know this will be my only lesson .
    I can do this. I have to do this. I have to ask . I gather all the courage I can possiblyhold on to in the three seconds I give myself and plead, “Show me.”
    Her hands unfurl. “Yes,” she says in one long whisper.
    “I’m sorry.” I draw away, embarrassed to have asked for guidance.
    She sits up and kisses me. “Delilah, you’re perfect. You’re wonderful. If Ashley’s into girls, then you’re going to make her a very happy woman. This—like anything else in life—is perfected withexperience. Every woman’s body is different.”
    I deflate a little. Is she trying to tell me that she can’t teach me? I imagine googling How to Make a Girl Come , and I shift my eyes away.
    She kisses me again, but I’m so focused that I’m anxious and I push her gently away.
    “Can you—” Show me, show me, show me.
    She nods. “When you put your finger inside, put it all the way in, andthen do this.” She turns her palm up and moves her finger in a come-hither way. “As you… explore …you’ll find a spot that feels different from the rest. Ridged, or rougher. That’s the G-spot, but some women don’t respond to it, so if you can’t find it, don’t worry. Chances are it’s not something you’re doing wrong, and honestly, that’s like an added bonus. You can get a woman over the edge by justdoing what you were doing, so don’t stress over this, okay? Your touch is amazing.”
    That makes me feel a little more at ease. Even though this explanation should embarrass me, it doesn’t. I’m a good student, and I’m going to nail this.
    “You have a look of determination in your eyes.” She smiles. “It’s really cute.”
    “I’m kind of a competitive student.” I always had to be, to meet thegrades my parents expected, but I don’t tell her this as she relaxes back onto the couch again and brings her own hand between her legs.
    Holy crap, that’s so hot .
    “Touch me,” she whispers.
    I stroke her around her finger, then press mine into her all the way and crook my finger. Just as I feel the spot I think is right, she moans. My heart skips a beat, knowing I accomplished this.Watching her face flush and her teeth trap her lower lip as I repeat the move over and over while she strokes her clit and comes apart right there around my fingers is the most exciting thing I’ve ever seen. She reaches for me and I think she wants to kiss me, so I move quickly up to meet her lips, my fingers still buried deep inside her. She tucks her forehead against my neck, thrusts her hand intomy underwear, and takes me up, up, up, and we spiral over the edge together.
    Questions. Answered .
    I don’t know how long we lie together on the couch, but sometime later we bring the wineglasses into the kitchen and I carry my phone and boots to the door, knowing I look as freshly fucked as she does, and not caring. Her hair is awry and her lips have that kissed-too-hard look. I’m no longerembarrassed, and I don’t feel funny standing with Janessa at her front door. It’s hard to imagine that a few hours ago I was standing on the other side of the door debating leaving. Thank God I didn’t.
    I feel so much freer than I have ever felt and so much gratitude toward her. It’s a little overwhelming. My body is still humming from her touch and from the confidence she’s given me. Fromknowing, once and for all, that I’m definitely into girls. 
    “Thank you, Janessa. I don’t know how long I would have gone before ever…”
    She cups the back of my head and presses her lips to mine.