She paused when she reached his waistband and looked up. “I read that part several times,” she murmured.
He nearly jumped out of his skin as her thumb skimmed over his cock. His very hard cock. It throbbed with every beat of his heart. “D-did you?”
He was sure she was talking about something. A part of him acknowledged he should probably know what it was. But the other parts weren’t interested. She stroked again.
“I think I understand how it works.” She unbuttoned one button on the placket of his trousers. Then another. “I trust you will…instruct me if I get it wrong?”
Something wedged in his throat. It might have been his tongue.
Had he ever been this aroused? He fairly quivered with it.
Shocking that, because he considered himself quite jaded.
She slipped off the bed. He thought to yank her back, but then she knelt between his knees and he decided it was probably more polite to simply let her continue. She spread the placket, then took hold of his waistband and tugged off his pants. He lifted his hips to help. Kicked them off.
His cock sprang out, angry and rigid, a one-eyed warrior seeking solace. It wept. A single tear. He shivered when she took him in her fist. Her hand was so small, so delicate. The counterpoint was excruciating.
And them something else was excruciating. Her breath. Teasing, tantalizing, warm as she bathed him with it. “Ah, Kaitlin.” He threaded his fingers in her hair, a thick silken mass. He didn’t guide her, but only because he wanted to see what she decided to do and—
Ah! God.
She enrobed the tip of his cock, just the very tip, in the velvet cavern of her mouth. Her lips worked, suckling him. Hellish sensation scored him. Had a mouth ever been so sweet? Not that he could recall.
She took him deeper, sucking harder. His eyes rolled back. He hissed a groan. Her fist pumped as she worked—just as dear Asha had been taught to do in the book. Damn, Kaitlin was a diligent student.
He hoped she remembered it all.
And yes, she did. She alternated between sucking and stroking, varying her grip so he never knew what to expect. She licked at his shaft, from stem to stern, nibbling only where she should. Only where he craved it. He shifted up so she could cradle his balls. She fondled them gently. And then—good God—she licked them. Heat coiled within him. A pressure formed at the base of his cock.
“Is this good?” She peeped up at him. The smile on her face made it clear—she knew it was good.
“Yes. Darling—” His thought was scuttled when she stroked that tender spot between his balls and his arse. Pleasure snarled through him. He clenched his buttocks in an attempt to hold back his orgasm. He really didn’t want this to end so soon.
He didn’t count on her naughty finger scraping against his pucker.
He nearly shot off the bed. “That wasn’t part of the scene!”
She grinned. “I read ahead.” Then, proving this assertion, she took him in her mouth again and stroked insanity on him with one hand while with the other, she toyed with his hole. The barrage of sensation nearly did him in. Somehow he managed to hold off. Though he was on the knife’s edge.
He wanted, rather desperately, to come.
But he didn’t want to come.
He wanted—
“Kaitlin. Sweetheart. I need to be in you.”
“In a minute.”
He didn’t have a minute.
She did something with her tongue that made his eyes cross, then opened her mouth and took him in—all the way. Her throat worked him, rubbed him.
He made the mistake of looking down. The vision of Kaitlin, sweet Kaitlin, on her knees before him, her mouth stretched wide over his member, nothing visible but the very root, sent a snarl of something hot and white burning through him. At that moment, she slipped her finger past the tight ring of his anus—and he lost himself.
He came. It was glorious. Spectacular. Mindless and manic. Wave after wave of sweet release swept through him. Delight skated up his spine. Back down again. It nested in his soul.
Her throat tightened as she swallowed his seed, sending more tremors through him. She milked him. She milked him dry.
Her sucking sounds, twining with his groans of ecstasy, danced around them.
When she finally let him go, he was boneless. He flopped down on her bed and she crawled up beside him.
“Did I do that right?”
“Dear God.” He pulled her closer and kissed her, tasting himself on her lips. “That was…” God. There were no words. No words at all. He tucked her head against his chest and just held her. After an eternity he said, “I wanted to make love to you.”
She laughed softly at his sulky tone. “But I liked that. After I read that part of the story, I really wanted to try it.”