“Play all you’d like. Who am I to deny you any knowledge you seek?”
My eyes are slow to open, but it’s worth the energy spent, as the hazy glimpse of her I’m greeted with is a vision I want to keep at the forefront of my mind. Her hair has been brushed, no longer a messy halo around her beautiful face. It lies in soft curls down her chest, the ends blending in with the white bedding. I bring a thick strand up to my nose and take her scent deeper into my lungs. She grins slyly as her fingers travel up my chest, only for her nails to softly sweep down and light up my skin as they travel south.
“Teach me what you like best? I want to please you as no one has done before.”
“You already have.”
“In this way. Teach me how to bring you to orgasm. How to make your body bend to my will like you’ve done to me.”
This pleases me. Her willingness to give and not just receive. “Consider me your willing servant.” I chuckle darkly. “Or perhaps that makes me a slothful, debauched teacher, because denying you is impossible and moving from this bed is the very last thing I seek to do.”
“Then don’t relax and instruct. Use your words and just feel.”
All tension leaves my body. I grab a fistful of her hair as I direct her, and the words simply flow out of me. “Work your tongue over me as you did a moment ago. Caress the head. Make love to it.”
My hips rise and fall as she does my bidding.
Her innocence is alluring. Her childlike nature in this is an appealing paradox. Because her body was made for this, and she’s willing, eager even. A ripe apple grown in an untouched orchard, unplucked and waiting to be devoured.
I stand before it, torn in two parts. Part Adam. Part the serpent of old. The crucible of whether to impart knowledge and corrupt an innocent woman. To tempt or reject this ungodly impulse and deny her this forbidden fruit?
In truth, her willingness to learn about the sins of the flesh calls to me as nothing else has. Awakens a side of me, the man, who has rarely been coaxed to life in such a way. I want to instruct, school her in everything I know, and discover all I don’t. Because yes, even my own knowledge is limited. This desire to do so is its own kind of elixir, remapping my brainwaves and feeding insurmountable heat into my body, vein by vein.
This might not cause me to fall from grace, but I fear this hunger for her may very well damn me in some way. Yet I don’t believe I’m capable of denying her.
“Like this?”
Moaning and cinching my fingers tighter in her hair, I nod. “Yes, very much like that. Exactly like…” I moan as a shudder rakes down my body. “Bloody hell… yes, just like that.”
Her mouth envelops me, closes around my girth tightly as she sucks and simultaneously swirls her tongue. She’s not able to take me fully with such a small mouth, but her hand will work just fine.
“Learn all of me, Eliora. Use your hand to stroke the rest of me, the base. Knead the sack beneath.”
The thought of finishing in her mouth holds its own appeal, but it’s not where my mind lingers. I’d rather be buried inside her.
A child isn’t possible. At least I believe that ability was stripped from me when I was remade. But I’m not certain. And whether or not that’s true hardly matters. The desire is there, buried deep, along with a quiet, dangerous hope to bring life into this world.
The possibility may be beyond reach, but as she drives me to the brink of losing my mind, my thoughts drift there all the same… to a different life.
“Heaven’s Gate, your mouth is exquisite. Keep going. Explore me to your heart’s content. There is no place on my body I would deny you… No part I would not let you take pleasure from.”
Her hand slides to my balls, and she rolls them between her nimble fingers. The silk of her hand feels amazing. Especially as her mouth places wet kisses up the side of my cock, sucking on the skin. Then the heat of her mouth swallows me once more.
I begin to guide her up and down. “Lick and suck, little one. Hollow out your mouth for me. That’s it. What a good student you are.”
She moans as well, creating a vibration around my girth.
“Bloody hell… that…” I can barely get the words past my lips as my body begins to quake. Peering between my half-closed lashes, I spy her stretched mouth, dainty and yet wide enough to fit around me. The wetness coating her lips is deliciously obscene.
A sight I would love to see more of.
My balls fill, my cock tingles as my orgasm crests.
Something comes over me. A need to take, rather than instruct. With her nose in my pubic hair, and her mouth unable to take me further, I groan, “Breathe through your nose, and swallow. Open your throat. I want to be there, deeper still.”
She nods, and her eyes flash when she flicks her gaze up to meet mine.
“You're so beautiful like this, you know. Your mouth is a beautiful mess, but beautiful all the same.”
