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Entranced.
The man sank to his knees and pushed her legs further apart. From where we stood, we could see everything. Her pussy was spread and wet enough that the light glinted from her sex. I trailed my eyes down to the rise in his pants. He wanted her the way Duran wanted me when he ate me out.
“Watch as he eats her cunt,” Duran murmured. “Watch the way she enjoys it without feeling any shame.”
The man buried his face between the woman’s thighs and I stared in awe as he ran his tongue over her pussy. From her entrance to her clit. The way Duran liked to do to me.
I swallowed, my lips parting.
This didn’t look dirty or shameful. In fact, it was lovely. Like a painting or a statue of lovers entwined. A lump rose in my throat. Would it ever be possible for me to be so unapologetic about my pleasure? Would I ever see it as beautiful instead of something to be feared?
Duran’s warm palm cupped my pussy beneath my panties. His mouth brushed my throat. Kissing up to the little hollow beneath my ear. He wasn’t watching through the glass, he was too distracted by what he was doing to me. I shifted, glancing down.
“No, you watch,” he said. “I’ll work.”
“Duran,” I whispered.
He circled me and knelt at my feet, his hands on my hips. “Yes, princess?”
My teeth gnawed absently at the inside of my cheek. Inside, arousal and something less enjoyable battled in my chest.
“What is sex to you?” I whispered. “Just fun?”
His jaw worked. “That depends on who I’m with. I’ve had sex before where it was just for fun. But…the sex I had with you was not that.”
“It wasn’t fun?” I faltered.
He shook his head. “It wasn’t just fun, it felt heavier than that, but in a good way. It was pleasure, but it felt…it felt important.”
That wasn’t the answer I wanted. My stomach twisted. Important was complicated and it meant that there was a right way and a wrong way.
“I grew up thinking that sex had to check all these boxes to be considered sin-free,” I admitted. “I just want it to be simple. I want to enjoy it, to feel good, and I don’t want to hate myself afterwards.”
“It can be that,” he said quickly. “If what you need is for sex to be just for pleasure, for intimacy, that’s perfectly good sex.”
That word—intimacy—felt right. I recalled when he’d taken my virginity, remembering how incredibly intimate that experience had been. Powerful, pleasurable, and…well, all in all, it was actually fun. Despite my panic afterwards. I hadn’t expected how much fun it was to sleep with him. There was something so exciting and vulnerable about experiencing him like that.
I wove my fingers through his hair, barely aware of the woman writhing on the other side of the glass. He held my gaze, those big, dreamy eyes filling my vision.
“Intimate feels nice,” I whispered.
“Intimate is enough,” he said. “Pleasure is enough. A chance to be vulnerable. That’s enough.”
My throat was so dry and the lump just kept getting bigger. I blinked hard, my hand sliding to the back of his neck.
“I don’t think I’ll ever be…as adventurous are you were,” I said huskily. “I think I need to…feel something to feel safe and enjoy it. Does that bother you?”
“Whatever you choose. You just have to pick,” he said. “That’s the point, princess. No one tells you how to feel about your body, your orgasms, ever again.”
“Thank you,” I whispered.
He bent and kissed the front of my thigh. “If anyone makes you feel shame for wanting to be loved on your terms, I’ll fuck them up.”
I was speechless. Did he mean loved as inloved? Or in the physical sense of the words? I opened my mouth to reply, but my eye caught the couple in the other room. She was flat on her back and he was on his knees. Eating her like there was nothing that tasted better.
Arousal surged. My nipples tightened.
He glanced over his shoulder. “You watch, princess, and let me do what I do best.”
