Then her touch stopped, and he opened his eyes to see her sitting back on her heels, hands tented together under her chin, appraising him. She looked very much as if his body was a problem she’d like to solve; it made him feel like he’d been dipped in fire. He met her gaze, which seemed to remind her that he was actually present in the room with her. She blushed furiously.
“Can one … well …?”
“I’ve already decided I’m going to love this question.”
Harriet reached out a hand and swatted his thigh as punishment for the teasing, though it didn’t feel like punishment at all.
“Come now,” he goaded, “don’t be shy about it. It’s only a body. We’ve all got them. Just ask.”
“I suppose Iambeing a bit of a ninny,” she said, dropping her hands to her thighs. She took a deep breath and straightened her posture, as if to resettle herself. “All right. I’m just going to say things.”
“You usually do,” Alexander said wryly, earning him another flirtatious swat from Harriet.
“Fine. You used your mouth on me. On my quim. I’m wondering if I might—that is, do people do that for cocks?”
Alexander’s heart had either stopped or was beating so fast that it was going to explode; he wasn’t sure, but something was wrong.
“They do,” he said in a rush, completely unable to appear uneager. Harriet laughed at him for it, which was quite a small price to pay for her to even consider the deed. She could laugh at his avidity all she wanted; hedidwant her mouth on his cock rather desperately. Was it so bad if she knew?
“How do I do that?”
“What?” Alexander asked, pulled out of his reverie.
“With my mouth? How do I … what do I do?”
“Quite literally anything,” Alexander practically begged, and then amended, “Well, no teeth. No biting.” Harriet smiled before leaning in. It was Alexander’s lungs that ceased to function next. But then she pulled back once more.
“I’m sorry, I just—will you at least tell mesomething? Explain it a bit?”
God, he’d have thought describing fellatio to a woman would have been an arousing task, but now he simply felt out of his depth. Forming cogent thoughts, let alone instruction, was proving to be rather difficult.
“Have you eaten an ice before?”
“No,” Harriet said, sadly.
“God, we’ll have to rectify that later. For now, just, well …” Alexander sat up on his elbows and tried to think of how to explain. And quickly. “Put your finger in your mouth.”
Harriet looked like she was about to question this, but at Alexander’s look, she did as he bid. “Now suck on it for a moment, and then remove it slowly from your mouth.” Jesus, he needed to end this lesson. Alexander watched and wished he’d had her use his finger instead. After a dazed moment of silence, he returned to the lesson.
“Wonderful. Now do that with my cock. You can use your hand to guide it.”
“But! It’s huge!”
“You don’t have to get the whole thing in! Or you can just kiss it or lick it. At this point, I’d spend about ninety thousand pounds for you to go back to touching it.” Harriet grinned, reaching her hand out slowly to hover above him.
“Ninety thousand, huh?” She licked her lips then, the minx.
“Harriet,” Alexander growled, “if you don’t touch me in the next three seconds, I’m going to do it myself.”
“I bet you didn’t imagine having to instruct me so,” she said ruefully, leaning back over him.
“On the contrary, I imagined it quite a lot.”
“Alexander!”
“Using my name twice in one—” he began, only to have all thoughts cease when her tongue darted out of her mouth and licked the tip of him. He moaned with delight.
Harriet took him into her mouth and then his mind and heart and lungs and every other part of his body ceased to exist. He was in heaven. She kissed and licked him, not expertly by any means, but enthusiastically. Gleefully, almost. Knowing Harriet, she was probably more excited by learning something new than by the activity itself, but his cock couldn’t tell the difference.
