Jason slowly placed one hand on Tessa’s left breast. “It fills my hand. It’s soft and supple.” He touched the nipple, almost reverently. “Look at your nipple. It’s beautiful.” He began rubbing her nipple between his thumb and finger. “When it’s caressed it deepens in color and grows in size.”
Tessa might have been mortified to have a man she barely knew touching her, assessing her. But his touch sent small electric waves down her belly.
“Your hips,” Jason continued, “are magnificent.” He slid his palm along Tessa’s curves, from her waist to her knee. “Don’t you see how incredibly sexy they are?”
She didn’t, but she liked the pressure of his hand on her skin, especially when he slid his hand to her rear and kneaded her right cheek.
“Now, about that belly,” he said, as if he was going to agree with Tessa’s criticism. “There is a sweet little rounding, isn’t there? Let’s have a look.”
Jason moved out from behind Tessa and kneeled in front of her. He traced the curve of her tummy, from belly button to the top of her dark pubic hair with a slow, lazy finger.
“It has a delightful womanly shape; not too much, not too little.”
“It looks frumpy in a bikini.”
“Perhaps on closer evaluation…”
Jason placed one hand on the back of each of Tessa’s cheeks and held her firm. He leaned forward and began to swirl his tongue in her belly button.
Tessa giggled. “That tickles.”
“Hmm. Not what I was going for. Let’s go to Plan B.”
Jason’s tongue began a slow, southern stroll. Occasionally, he gently nipped a bit of flesh, sending goose bumps up Tessa’s arms. When he reached the edge of Tessa’s mound, she stiffened. Jason increased the hold he had on her backside.
“Ask for what you need, Tessa,” he said, looking up into her eyes.
Silent tears filled her eyes. “Good girls don’t.”
“Good girls enjoy the body God gave them with partners who appreciate them for who they are.”
She wiped a tear away. “Isn’t it…gross?”
Jason shook his head. “Ask for what you need.”
“What if I don’t need it, but I want it?”
“Ask for it.”
Tessa stood, frozen. She could still hear her mother’s voice, whispering about the dirtiness of that part of her body. All those years, Tessa told herself that any man—even Mark—who wanted to put his mouth there was a little twisted. All the while she ignored, hell she buried, her longing to find out what it felt like.
Jason apparently knew what she was thinking. He touched her mound, right above her clitoris, as if to remind her of the pleasure that waited. That nudge pushed her over the edge.
“I want you to do it.”
Jason increased the pressure with his finger and watched Tessa jump, as if she’d been touched by fire. “Do what, Tessa. Name it.” He began to stroke her slit.