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The delicate flavor of them on his tongue.
This could take an hour. Sometimes it did.
He could do this all night. He loved tasting Alice, and listening to her breathing hitch and stutter.
She’d gone quiet for once... maybe for the first time in her life.
He focused on listening to her body; when she trembled, he followed the small movements, and when she tensed, he stopped until she quieted and he placed his fingers on her belly and reminded her to breathe.
He hadn’t thought the idea of being her very first lover would be so exciting, but it was.
She trusted him enough to give him this gift.
He would make this so good for her.
He flicked his tongue lightly over her, only the softest touch.
“Yes, Nick.” Her fingers tangled in his hair and she pressed his mouth between her thighs. “Right there.”
He smiled against her intimate flesh. She’d followed his instructions about the words she was allowed to use.
Which deserved a reward.
He gave her exactly what she requested.
Hard and fast and steady.
Until her fingers clenched in his hair and she climaxed in a tremor and a quake of clasping thighs and soft belly and gasping moans.
Nick moved onto the bed with her, gazing down with a rush of masculine pride at his flushed and dimpled wife.
“Oh, my.” She grinned widely. “That was highly educational.”
She’s happy and satiated. I made her happy,his heart chirped like a damned songbird.
Nick decided he had a new goal in life.
Making Alice come, so he could see that approving smile and those delighted dimples.
You’re hired,Alice thought, and nearly burst into laughter.
She flopped back on the bed, unheeding of the fact that he was still between her limbs and she was still exposed and naked.
The flood of pleasure had left her boneless. Senseless.
She had definitely chosen the right gentleman for the task. At least ten of her questions had been answered.
She’d touched herself before, and he’d touched her in the gallery, but she’d never felt such nearly violent, utterly overwhelming sensations.
She was still floating in the voluptuousness of it, carried downstream in a sun-warmed river, kicking lazily with her feet when the current faltered.
Nick rose and lifted her into the center of the bed, settling next to her. He shrugged out of his shirt. She placed a palm over his heart, as she had earlier, but this time he was naked under her fingers. Naked and warm and hers for the exploring.
The simple pleasure of touch.
The voluptuousness of skin on skin.
She’d been translating a passage from the Kama Sutra about how women experience pleasure in different ways than men.
