Especially as she pressed a kiss to his chest followed by a lick to his nipple.
He gasped, his hands tightening where they rested at his sides. “Where did you learn that?”
“It was a logical guess. I like it. Why wouldn’t you?”
He chuckled—or he tried to. It was more a strangled moan as her fingers continued to caress his belly and lower. While he sat there, his hands fisted in the blanket as she outlined the heat of him, pressing and stroking until his blood pounded.
Just one more moment.
Just one more…
“Enough!” he gasped as he grabbed her hand.
“But I want to learn,” she said with the most adorable pout he’d ever seen.
He pressed a swift kiss to her lips. “And so you shall.” He was insistent as he turned her back around such that she faced the mirror. She was seated in the V of his thighs, her silk-clad legs so dainty and erotic as they crossed tightly at the ankles. Above she was rosy skin, tight nipples, and wild abandon. Below she was covered, her knees closed.
“Lean against me,” he said.
She did, and he rewarded her with a kiss to her temple. And then he began to stroke her. Petting caresses that started at her shoulders, went down across her chest and breasts, and spanned her rib cage. He took his time, rechecking her responses as he tweaked or pinched her nipples. By the time she was squirming against him, he flattened his palm across her belly. Then he let his right hand trail down her thigh. He couldn’t resist the ribbon ties of her garters, pausing long enough to tug the bow open.
But then he slid his hand down the length of her inner thigh to her knee. Her legs were only slightly relaxed now, so he had to push his fingers between her knees as he pressed another kiss to her temple.
“I’m going to teach you what you want to know now.”
She blinked, her expression wonderfully dazed, but a moment later, she nodded.
“Relax your legs.”
She did. He slipped to the inside of her knee and lifted her leg. Up and over his own knee on the right. He kept his legs as tight as he could so as not to frighten her. But then he encouraged her to do the same on her left.
It took a moment, but she did as he wanted. Soon she had both legs draped over his thighs.
“Trust me,” he whispered.
Then he slowly widened her such that her dark curls, and then her flushed pretty center was exposed to the candlelight. He had his hands on her thighs, his fingers always moving as he brushed teasing circles at the edge of her garters.
“Do you want me to do it first and then let you?” he asked, his voice a hoarse rasp. “Or do you want to go first?”
She swallowed, her body shifting restlessly as he held her open. “I—I don’t know.”
“I’ll show you first, then.” Good. He would get to touch her as he wanted.
He went slowly, seeing her eyes focus on his hands as he trailed up her thighs and to her core. He stroked through her curls, nearly coming from the wetness and the heat. God he wanted her. He wanted to plow himself inside her before he…
He shuddered. He wanted to plant his child and watch it swell inside her. He wanted such things in that moment that he was frankly stunned. And yet that did not slow his fingers as he separated her folds. Because he needed to be inside her, he pushed a finger deep into her.
She gasped, and he felt the muscles of her legs quiver in resistance. In response, he spread her even wider, opening her to every touch, every invasion.
He was gentle, but he did not allow her to resist him. Something dark and primitive had claimed him. If he could not have her in the usual way, he would own her like this. She would forever remember his fingers, the thrust of his thumb, and the way he held her spread as he owned every part of her most intimate space.
He took his time, submerging his fingers in her body. Not just inside her, but covered in her moisture, opening her petals. He would have all of her.
Then when her breath shortened, and her legs trembled, he pushed his fingers higher. He found her clitoris and began to stroke it. Gently at first, but with increasing strength and a variety of motions.
Well, that was his plan. In truth, he was so absorbed in touching her, in hearing her moans and gasps as he tried different techniques, that when she suddenly arched and cried out, he was caught by surprise.
But then he looked up. He watched her body undulate, felt her flesh grip where his fingers pressed deep inside her, and he heard her startled, delighted cries. It was the most beautiful thing in the world, and he tried to prolong it for his own selfish pleasure.