Page 79 of The Viking’s Captive

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

I’ll tell you my fantasies if you tell me yours…

“So, exactly how many kinds of pleasuring are there?” Tyra was asking Adam a short time later.

He groaned and put his forehead on the table. “What kind of monster have I created?” he murmured, but he was smiling as he spoke; Tyra was fairly certain he did not consider her a monster at all. In fact, the hot looks he kept giving her would indicate just the opposite.

Rashid had finished his tale, none of which Tyra could remember, and several village boys did some acrobatics, none of which Tyra could remember, and most everyone had left the dais to engage in other pursuits, including dancing, which was taking place at the other end of the hall to the accompaniment of several fiddle players. But Tyra could not think of that. The only thing on her mind was the incredible experience Adam had just introduced her to.

“I mean, you have shown me mouth-pleasuring and tongue-pleasuring and now finger-pleasuring … none of which I would have expected. So exactly how many types of pleasuring are there?”

“Tyra, must you analyze everything?” Adam asked, raising his head to look at her. Almost immediately, he added, “If you do not raise that bodice, I very well might jump into your lap.”

She hitched her neckline upward. “Yea, I do analyze everything. How else can I understand things?”

“This is not a battle where each and every strategy and method of fighting must be studied. The best kind of lovemaking is spontaneous.”

She tapped a forefinger against her lips. “Nay, I think you are wrong. Not that I have engaged in actual lovemaking, precisely. This did not count as lovemaking, did it?”

“Not precisely,” he said, mimicking her playfully.

“But methinks there must be delights in all kinds of lovemaking … planned or unplanned.”

Adam shook his head hopelessly at her. “No doubt you are right.”

“So what other kinds are there?”

“Kinds of what?”

“Aaarrgh! Pleasuring, you lackwit. Do you deliberately misread me?”

He grinned. Then he put up his hands in surrender when she made a growling sound. “There is mouth-pleasuring and tongue-pleasuring and finger-pleasuring, as you have said. Then there is eye-pleasuring, and talk-pleasuring, and swive-pleasuring. But best of all is a combination of these.”

She frowned in confusion. “Give me an example of talk-pleasuring.”

He laughed. “Why don’t you come to my bed furs and I can demonstrate all of these things?”

“Not now,” she said. “Not yet.”

“Well, then, if I were going to talk-pleasure you, I might tell you some of the things I intend to do to you once I get you naked and alone. I might tell you of my desire to thrust and thrust and thrust myself into your tight sheath till you scream with pleasure. Or I might tell you of my fantasy of licking my way up one side of you and down the other, then licking where you are hottest and wettest with want of me.”

“Oh, you wicked, wicked man. That is such a lie! People do not do that.”

He threw his hands in the air as if to say, You asked.

“Well, what of eye-pleasuring?” she asked, figuring that was safer territory to explore.

“I would see you adorned in the sheer veils of a desert houri with bells that tinkled with every sway of your hips and bracelets on your ankles. Or I could arrange you on the bed furs and ask you to watch as I undress slowly for you. Very slowly.”

“I like that latter one,” she said. In truth, she liked it all.

He smiled, as if he knew.

“Would you like to know something particularly scandalous?”

“I do not know,” she said, but almost immediately changed her mind and said, “Yea, I do.”

He laughed. “I would like you to wear a special adornment I saw one time in Baghdad. It is a thin gold chain that hangs low on the waist, but there is another chain attached to it that runs from the center in back, through the buttocks crease up through the woman-cleft, over the belly, to attach at the waist. This adornment is to be worn under clothing during the day … when riding a horse, or walking to the garderobe, or eating a meal, or … whatever. Always it is a reminder of the man who placed it there.”