She swallowed. “Yes.”
He brought their joined hands to her mouth. She parted for him, and he slipped her wet thumb inside, watching her closely as the first taste of him spread across her tongue.
She closed her eyes.
“How is it?” he asked.
“Salty. Clean. It’syou.”
He nodded. “Nothing about this is dirty, Jannie. What you and I do to pleasure one another is for us, and us alone.”
“It’s not that.” How could she explain this? “I don’t want to disappoint you,” she finally admitted softly.
“Disappoint me?” Eyes widening, he shook his head. “Beautiful girl, nothing you do could ever disappoint me.”
“I don’t know how to do this.”
“Well.” A sly grin spread across his face. “When did that ever stop you?”
She gave a nervous laugh. “You have a point.”
“I could make puns about that.” He was silent for a beat. Then his expression turned serious. “I can teach you. If you want me to.”
She did. Desperately wanted to get past this mental block that kept her from pleasing him in a way she knew he wanted. “I want to learn.”
“OK.” He brought her hand to his mouth and kissed her knuckles. “How about you go select some rope?”
Her heart rate spiked. That, she could do.
Hurriedly, she headed for the wall of rope they’d built together. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him fist himself again, stroking, his hand moving lazily as she selected what she wanted.
His smile was knowing as he watched her return with four black coils.
She pointed to the thick, cushioned mat, positioned between two sturdy rails.
Without a word, he settled himself on it, then went right back to stroking.
She slapped his hand away. “Enough of that.”
He smirked. “I thought you liked to watch me do this.”
“Yeah. And it distracts me.” She fingered the end of one nylon coil.
“Hurry up, then, or I’ll come just from looking at you fondling that rope.”
She knelt at his feet and got to work, positioning his legs wide apart, using the simple ties he’d taught her to secure one ankle, then the other. She did the same with his wrists.
And then, she stood, looking down on her tall, powerful husband, tied up at her feet, spread open and beautifully erect.
A clear drop adorned his tip.
“My God,” she murmured.
“All yours,” he said.
Mine.
She wanted to taste him again. Jannie knelt between his legs and ran her hands along his rock-hard thighs.
