So she did exactly that, tightening her grip around him. He groaned in delight and thrust again.
“There is wetness here,” she said, spreading her thumb across the crown.
His mind whited out at the sensation. And when he could think again, he saw that she was studying his face.
“Does this steal your thoughts?”
“Yes. When it is done right, a man cannot think at all.”
“And the wetness?” she asked as she once again rolled her thumb over the crown.
He groaned, fighting to keep the sound inside. “That is the beginning—” he gasped. “—of my seed.”
“The beginning? Not all?”
He nearly laughed at the insult. “Not all. Barely a start.”
“Oh.” She looked down and then back up at him. “What do I do next?”
His mind stuttered on the graphic images that flooded his brain. He wanted her tongue on his tip, he wanted her mouth encasing him, he wanted her on her back as he thrust inside her.
He said none of that because it was too sudden for her. And too much for him.
“What do you want?” he asked her, because he could not allow what he was thinking.
“I told you. I want to see you explode.”
“An excellent idea,” he quipped. Then he adjusted his position, leaning back against the tree. She released him as he moved and the changing sensation made his blood surge again. But he was not stable here and this position was awkward.
He abruptly lifted his leg up and over her head, leaving her sitting between his thighs. She hadn’t been expecting it, so she released a muted cry as she ducked. But far from being afraid, she laughed.
“You could have hit me in the head!”
“Never.”
“Hmmm,” she returned. She was between his legs now, facing him squarely. She returned to his dragon, wrapping him in the tight silk of her hand.
“What should I do?” she asked.
Everything! But he could not say what thoughts flooded his mind. He had to go slow, though his blood and his hunger surged inside him.
“Hold me and watch,” he said. “I shall do what a man does between a woman’s thighs. Imagine your hand is your most private place.”
She frowned. “My most private…?”
How he wanted to show her! How he wanted to touch her and make her feel what he did. Instead, he tried to explain with words.
“Do you tingle? Does the flesh between your thighs grow wet?”
Her eyes widened. “Yes!”
“Imagine me there.” Which was exactly what he was thinking.
It would not take long. He was at the edge of release now.
He watched her expression as he moved, seeing her excited interest. In his mind’s eye, he was kissing her breasts, running his tongue over her peaks before nipping at her until she cried out. He was spreading her legs and thrusting deep into her. And she was gripping his backside, moaning beneath him.
That should have been enough to have him exploding like an adolescent boy. It was not. Because he did not know her breasts yet, had not smelled the scent of her arousal, and he certainly was not privy to her intimate places.