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He stroked her hair. She gazed up at him.
“That was incredible.”
His smile widened. “I’m glad you approve.”
He kissed her, gentle and sweet. He tasted of her, and that excited her.
He had given her so much pleasure, but she had done nothing for him. She noticed his cock still stood tall, swollen with need.
“What about you?”
He followed her gaze and grinned. “You have left me in a state, neisha.” He nuzzled her neck. “But don’t worry about it. I’ll deal with it. Just give me a minute.” He lay back on the grass and wrapped his hand around his erection and pumped.
That wasn’t good enough for her.
Chapter Three
Keern watched her inquisitive expression turn to one of determination. She rolled and pushed herself to her knees. Her breasts shifted enticingly as she reached for his wrist and stilled his movement.
“I want to do something for you now.”
She drew his hand to her mouth and planted a delicate kiss in his palm. Her gentle, moist lips brushed him where his penis had just been. His groin tightened at the thought of her lips brushing against his oh-so-ready cock, her mouth surrounding his rigid member and sucking it deep within. Of course, she wouldn’t do that, and he wouldn’t ask her to.
She reached out with a tentative finger and touched his huge erection, then stroked the length of him with her fingertip. Her delicate, inexperienced touch sent jolting, almost painful need through Keern. And the way she looked at it! Her wide, intent gaze filled with curiosity. He almost burst on the spot. Clenching his groin muscles, he held back, determined to experience the full pleasure of her exploration.
“What can I do?”
You can put it in your mouth.
He smiled. “Well, you can touch it like you are now. You can stroke it.”
She shifted to a kneeling position and curled her fingers around him. He drew in a deep, calming breath.
“Like this?”
He nodded, then guided her hand the length of him, showing her how to stroke, back and forth.
Shena reveled in the feel of the skin, soft as kid leather, sliding over rock-hard muscle. It felt so powerful, and she was in control of it. She stroked, listening to his breath quicken. His eyes fell closed and she watched him, stretched out on the ground, totally naked, responding to her touch. This strong, powerful, incredibly handsome man seemed to be totally at the mercy of her touch.
She was giving him pleasure. It made her want to climb on top of him and drive his shaft deep inside her. To move up and down on him, like her hand did now, but using intimate muscles to squeeze and pleasure him.
His hand stilled hers.
“Sweetheart, it’s not a race. The longer it lasts, the longer we enjoy the pleasure.”
She smiled and drew her hand away, loving how he teased her. She’d never known a man to be playful or show a gentle nature. She touched him with the tip of her finger and dragged it the length of him, then over the head and back down, loving the way his breath caught as she touched the tip.
She had never seen a penis close up, had certainly never wanted to touch one, but with this man, she felt safe. She wanted to take this opportunity to satisfy her curiosity, to touch it, explore it.
And she wanted to give him pleasure.
She touched the tip again, spiraled down and traced the lower ridge around the head, then stroked underneath. From his broken breaths and the little spasms of his body, she could tell he enjoyed it immensely. She licked the tip of her finger and dragged it over his tip again. His eyes flipped open.
“Oh, for a moment I thought ...”
He shook his head, smiling, but his eyes remained open, watching her.
She licked her finger again and dragged it around the tip of him.
