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He felt it in his groin and distracted himself by taking another offered berry. “Tell me more.”
“The witch trapped the maiden in the forest to steal the maiden’s youth and beauty for herself. But the maiden was cunning and made a deal with the witch.”
“What sort of deal?”
“She knew the witch hadn’t known the pleasure of a man, and so the maid said that if she could lure a man into the meadow and receive pleasure from him–” Her lips closed around another berry.
The sweetness of the berry he’d eaten was vibrant on his tongue as he squeezed her foot with his palm before running his hand over her ankle up to her rounded calf. “What?”
“And if she could, she would be free.”
“That doesn’t seem like a difficult prospect.”
Brinna hummed. “One would think, but men are very selfish creatures. The witch knew this. Knew that a woman’s pleasure was often left to her own devices. So she thought she had a good chance of gaining the maiden’s youth and beauty for herself by requiring the deal to betruepleasure by a man’s doing.” Brinna smiled, and her eyebrows rose over her eyes with a challenge. “Do you think you are capable of offering true pleasure?”
True pleasure? Luc pondered the question a moment, knowing he knew how to offer pleasure. But it felt like a trick. “True pleasure?” he clarified but ignored the instinct that there was more meaning embedded in the words. “Are you offering to let me practice?”
She laughed, and it hit him in the solar plexus, radiating down to his groin.
Luc found he was enjoying Brinna, longing to make this time last. He knew it would end, somehow, as if there was someone at the door deep in the forest calling him back.
“Would you like to practice?” Brinna asked as one of her hands skimmed the roundness of her breast, stalling over her nipple, pinching over the fabric and rolling it between her thumb and finger.
His breath caught.
“In the story, the maiden has learned many ways to please herself.” She shifted, spreading one of her legs open, then slid her other hand from her knee up her thigh to the keystone of her body. “But has never known true pleasure from a man. But I find practice is a reward.” Her hand slipped under the thin fabric of the dress in between her legs.
He watched her with greedy eyes, his belly tightening as hot tendrils of desire shot through his back and blood rushed to his cock. The front panel of her dress obscured the view he wanted to see, but the sight of her relaxed thighs, the movement of her hand underneath the fabric of the dress as she caressed her sex entranced him.
“Are you sure this is a story about her pleasure and not his?” He squeezed her foot.
She mewled a soft sound, as gentle as the falling blossoms raining around them, and arched her back her hips rocking forward. “Both.” She moaned the word, and her head fell forward, eyes closed, lips parted with a gasp.
Luc’s body tightened, blood surging to his groin as he watched Brinna spin her fantasy for him, touching herself, moaning, moving under her own ministrations.
“Look at me,” he ordered and pressed a hand against the hardness in his pants, the thought of pleasure with this woman louder now than the voice in the distance wanting to pull him back.
She lifted her head, eyes open, and focused on him.
His hand tightened around her ankle.
Brinna bent her knee and drew the leg he was holding toward her chest, pulling him toward her. “The maiden was lonely.” She gasped, her breath moving in rapid pants, her gaze never wavering. “Can you give me true pleasure, Lucian Uraiahs?”
Luc moved up her reclined form until he leaned over her, one hand against the back of the chaise, the other near her head, entranced by the sight of her face amid her pleasure under him. “Come for me,mi alora.”
“She. Waited. And. Waited.” Each word from her mouth was a staccato rhythm to the energy he knew was building between her thighs. She drew in a harsh, throaty breath, gasped, then tipped her head back, arched toward him, throat exposed, mouth open in ecstasy, offering a soft cry as she came.
Luc held his breath while he waited, moved by such a beautiful sight, trying to recall a time he’d ever experienced watching a woman’s pleasure in wonder. She shuddered, gasped, and shivered as she fell from the rise. He ran a hand up her thigh, over her hip, around the curve of her waist, the fabric catching against his palms.
When she raised her head, her gaze bright with desire, she asked, “Join me?”
The voice in the distance grew louder.
Luc looked over his shoulder but knew that wasn’t where he wanted his attention. He wanted to hide from whoever was calling him back to the door, so he returned his gaze to Brinna beneath him. “Is that what you want?”
She smiled. “Since the moment I laid eyes on you.”
“I am rather easy on the eye.”
