“No.” Then before he could ask permission, she rushed to reassure him. “Will you show me?”
“With pleasure. But perhaps we should sit down.”
He showed her how to sit and she was grateful because her legs felt too weak to keep her standing. He braced his own back against a stone then settled her between the V of his legs. At his encouragement, she leaned back, trapping his cock against her back.
“Will this hurt?” she asked as she relaxed against him.
“It is pleasure for me,” he answered.
Then as she relaxed back against him, he began to stroke her breasts. She was already sensitive and before long she was breathless from his touch.
“When you are ready, set your ankles atop mine.”
It took her a moment to understand what he meant. His legs were spread in a V. To put hers on top of his…
He caressed her thighs, encouraging her to spread herself open.
“I wish we had a mirror so you could see.”
So did she, but this was enough. To feel the cool air on her most private parts. And then to feel his fingers stroking down her belly. Further. Deeper. And then…
She gasped.
He rolled his long, thick finger across her clitoris. She knew the word, had learned it in a scientific text. But never had she felt it this way. Electric and alive. Every rub across it had her arching in reaction.
“Too much?” he asked.
She hadn’t the breath to answer. So he shifted what he was doing. He bent his knees such that her knees lifted. And then he pushed a single finger inside her.
She cried out in shock and he froze.
“Should I stop?”
“No!” She took a breath. “I want to know!”
“Tell me if it hurts.”
“It doesn’t hurt. Not a bit!”
She felt him smile against her ear, but her attention was focused on what his fingers were doing. One deep inside her. In and out while she gasped in need. Then he pushed in two and her body accommodated the larger girth.
Her legs were gripping him, but his remained exactly where they were. So all she did was lift herself higher against him as he pushed in and out. In and out.
He was simulating the sex act, she knew. And it was wonderful!
In and out.
In and out.
In and out and up. A long roll against her clitoris and suddenly her body clenched and burst. Like a spring released, the muscles in her abdomen contracted and released in rhythmic pulse. Such pleasure she felt from it. Such glorious, beautiful, amazing pleasure.
He let her ride it while she gasped. And when she quieted against him, her body feeling languid and so sweet, he gently helped her stretch out on the blanket.
“Gwen,” he said against her lips. “Gwen, do we stop? Do you want more?”
“More,” she whispered. She definitely wanted more of that.
And then she understood what he meant because he reached for the French letter. He watched her face the whole time. He was slow in his movements and she wanted to put it on him, but she was feeling a little too lazy to move just then.