Taylor sat on the edge of the bed, her heart fluttering with a mix of nerves and anticipation. She had been looking forward to all the lessons , even if she didn't fully understand why. Travis had been patient with her, guiding her through the basics of intimacy, and tonight was no different. She trusted him completely, feeling safe in his hands.
Travis, leaning against the dresser, watched her with a gaze that was both attentive and indulgent. He could see the way she fidgeted, her fingers twisting in her lap, her lips slightly parted as she waited for his instructions. There was something endearing about her innocence, something that made this entire arrangement even more appealing to him.
"Alright, Taylor," he said, pushing off the dresser and walking over to her. "Tonight, we're going to focus on something really important—foreplay. It's not just about what happens after you get into bed; it's about everything leading up to that moment."
Taylor nodded eagerly, her wide eyes locked on his. "I understand," she said softly. "I want to learn everything."
Travis smiled, a small, knowing smile that she didn't notice. "Good," he murmured, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "Let's start with the basics."
He sat down beside her on the bed, his body close enough that she could feel the warmth radiating from him. "Foreplay is all about setting the mood, building up the anticipation. It's not just about touching, but about creating an experience."
He lifted her chin with a finger, his touch gentle but firm. "The first thing to remember is that kissing isn't just about the lips," he said, his voice low and smooth. "It's about exploration."
He leaned in, his lips hovering just above hers for a moment before he kissed her softly. It was a simple kiss, tender and slow, but as he pulled back, he didn't move far. Instead, he kissed the corner of her mouth, then her jaw, trailing kisses down her neck.
Taylor's breath hitched slightly, her body reacting to the soft, warm pressure of his lips on her skin. It was different from anything she had experienced before—more intimate, more deliberate.
Travis smiled against her neck, feeling her body respond to his touch. "See how different that feels?" he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. "It's not just about kissing his mouth. You can make him feel things he never expected, just by exploring other places."
Taylor nodded, her heart racing. She hadn't thought of kissing this way before, but as Travis continued to kiss along her collarbone, she realized how effective it was. Each touch sent a shiver down her spine, making her more aware of her body and how it responded to him.
"Your turn," Travis said, pulling back slightly. He guided her hand to his chest, placing it over his heart. "Explore. Don't rush. Make him feel like he's the only thing that matters in that moment."
Taylor hesitated for a second, but then, encouraged by his soft smile, she leaned in and pressed her lips to his neck. She felt his pulse quicken beneath her lips, and it gave her a small thrill of confidence. Slowly, she kissed her way down his neck, mimicking what he had done to her.
"That's it," Travis encouraged, his voice a little rougher, more sincere. "Take your time. Make him feel every kiss."
Taylor continued, her movements becoming more assured as she kissed his collarbone, then the base of his throat. Travis's hands rested on her hips, his thumbs brushing back and forth, steady and calming, guiding without forcing.
"Now," Travis murmured after a moment, "let's add a little more to it."
He gently lifted her hand, guiding it to the hem of his shirt. "Don't just kiss him. Use your hands too. Touch him in places that'll make him want more."
Taylor blushed but nodded, sliding her hand under his shirt, feeling the hard muscles of his abdomen. Travis watched her intently, enjoying the way her eyes widened slightly at the feel of his body under her fingers.
"Good," he said, his voice smooth as silk. "Now, don't be afraid to take control. Make him want more, but keep him waiting. That's the key."
Taylor nodded, her confidence growing as she explored his torso with her hand, her lips following the path of her fingers. She could feel the way his muscles tensed under her touch, and it made her smile a little, pleased that she was getting it right.
Travis was enjoying this more than he let on. The way she touched him, so tentative yet eager, was exactly what he had hoped for when he suggested these lessons. He could feel her growing confidence with each passing moment, and it was thrilling in a way he hadn't anticipated.
"Remember," Travis said, his voice dropping lower, "foreplay isn't just about him. It's about you too. You need to feel good, to enjoy it. When you're confident and enjoying yourself, he'll want you even more."
He slid his hands up her sides, feeling the soft curve of her waist under his palms. "Let's try something else," he said, his voice gentle but firm. He guided her hand to his, intertwining their fingers. "Touch yourself, like this," he instructed, moving their hands together up her body, just brushing the side of her breast.
Taylor's breath hitched again, but she didn't pull away. She trusted him, trusted that he was teaching her something valuable. She followed his lead, letting her hand explore her own body under his guidance.
Travis watched her, his gaze darkening with desire. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice taking on a softer, almost possessive tone. "See how good that feels? How you can control the pace, make it all about you?"
Taylor nodded, feeling a warmth spreading through her, a confidence she hadn't known she was capable of. She let herself relax into the sensation, trusting Travis to guide her, to show her what she needed to know.
Travis leaned in, his lips brushing her ear. "You're doing great," he whispered. "Keep going. Make him wait, make him desperate to touch you."
He moved his hands away, letting her take over, watching as she continued to explore her body, her movements growing more assured, more confident. It was exactly what he had wanted—Taylor, innocent and eager to learn, completely unaware of how much he was enjoying this, how much he was benefiting from her trust.
Taylor, lost in the sensations, didn't notice the shift in his gaze, the way his eyes darkened with something more than just desire. All she knew was that she was finally starting to feel comfortable in her own skin, confident in a way she had never been before.
And as the lesson continued, with Travis guiding her through the different ways to touch, to tease, to control the situation, she felt a sense of empowerment that she had never experienced before. She was learning, growing, becoming the confident woman she had always wanted to be.
But she had no idea that Travis was enjoying this lesson just as much as she was—maybe even more.
