“Oh.” She didn’t really understand what he meant but was afraid to ask more questions in case he thought she was unhappy.
“Did you experience any pleasure at all while we were joined?” he asked.
“A great deal,” she said softly, her cheeks flushing at the memory. “I can’t explain it, but it was pain and pleasure all at once...” Words failed her.
He hugged her. “Sweet Sarah. Next time we are joined, I hope you will spend with me.”
“Spend?”
“It’s a word to describe that explosive feeling of release. The pleasure you felt before we were joined? You should feel that also when our bodies are joined.”
“As you did?”
“Yes. Oh, yes. The most powerful, pleasurable experience of my life.”
She raised her eyebrows, and that warm feeling stole into her chest again.
“I completely lost control of myself at the end there,” he said ruefully. “The next time will be much better for you, I promise.”
“And when will the next time be?”
“When you have healed sufficiently that I do not hurt you.”
“Oh. How long will that be?”
“A few days—a week perhaps.”
“Oh.” She stroked a hand over his chest, enjoying the scratchy hairs that curled there in dark profusion, and rubbed her sticky thighs together. A pulse between them prompted her to say, “Do we really have to wait that long?”
He groaned. “Sarah, don’t tempt me.”
She leaned up daringly and kissed him. When he finally broke the kiss, he said, husky voiced, “I can pleasure you without us joining, as I did before.” He ran a hand down her back and squeezed her bottom. “There are lots of ways to achieve orgasm, Sarah.” She squeaked at this treatment, and he grinned. “Let me demonstrate, Your Grace.”
She started at the term of address, but then as he rolled her onto her back and ran a hand down her belly, she hitched a breath. And when he touched her between her legs again, she sighed.
He then proceeded to stroke her between her legs while he made a meal of her breasts. She was getting hot and flustered, her hips behaving as if they had a mind of their own, when hemoved farther down her body, tracing kisses as he went, until his head was level with the juncture of her thighs.
“What are you doing?” she asked, bewildered. He merely grinned and set his mouth on her,down there!
When his tongue speared her flesh and lapped at it, her hips jerked upward in shock. Holding her hips firmly and keeping her legs spread wide by his arms, then using only his mouth, he subjected her to some exquisite torture for the next several minutes.
Her flesh was quaking and aching by the time he raised his head and looked at her over the curve of her belly.
“I think,” he said softly, “you need a little more persuasion to come.”
“What does that mean?” she panted, her flesh twitching. “You kept telling me to come before. I didn’t know what you meant.”
“Another one of those words for spend,” he said, wiping his face with the sheet.
“Oh. How will you persuade me?” she asked. “I feel quite ready,” she added, flushing at her boldness.
“Oh, Sarah!” he groaned and returned to his assault on her flesh with his tongue. This time he moved lower and began lapping at the entrance to her body, wriggling his tongue and pushing it inside her. It was soft and gentle, yet teasing. At the same time, his fingers played with that most sensitive spot that she noted seemed to be the place of most intense pleasure.
Her breathing became completely erratic, and the sensations began to build alarmingly. This was more intense than the last two times. The sensation of his tongue invading her body, where his... member had been, combined with whatever he was doing with his fingers, was sharply pleasurable, and it was making her heart race and her breath come short. She grabbed at the sheets and strained her legs wider to take more of his tongue, quitelonging for his member to stretch and fill her again. She really didn’t want to wait another week for that.
“Robert!” She grabbed at his head. “Robert, I want you, please!”
He raised his head, “I don’t want to hurt you.”
