“I’ve never … I’ve never been able to do that.” It took him a moment to realize she meant she’d never been able to climax before.
He ought to have been surprised, but he wasn’t, not given her background. “Well, I guess you’ll have to get used to that.”
Her lips curved in a shy smile, and she reached for his fly. “I want to see you. I want to touch you. I want to do for you what you just did for me.”
His heart hit his sternum, blood surging to his already hard cock. She’d get no objections from him. He rolled onto his back. “Go right ahead.”
She sat up, unzipped his jeans. He wasn’t wearing underwear, so his cock sprang free. She took hold of him, stroked his length. “You’re not…”
“Circumcised? No way.” Doctors at Indian Health Services hospitals had pushed that for a while, but many Lakota mothers had rejected it.
She explored him, curiosity on her face, drawing his foreskin back, circling the swollen head with her thumb. Then she bent down and kissed him right on the tip. It was just a kiss, not a prelude to going down on him, but it surprised him.
He sucked in a breath, the muscles of his abdomen contracting involuntarily.
She looked up at him. “Show me how to do it.”
He closed his hand over hers, increased the pressure, then moved their hands together from root to tip and back again, guiding her. He had to give her credit. She was a quick learner. It wasn’t long before she was on her own, and he was thrusting into her closed fist, his balls already drawing tight. He closed his eyes, willed himself to relax, to savor it, but then an image of her face as she came flashed through his mind, pushing him over the edge.
Climax washed through him in a wave of liquid bliss. He bit back a groan, breath hissing from between his clenched teeth. He lay there for a moment, floating somewhere between the sky and the earth. Then he felt her fingers tracing designs on his belly. He opened his eyes to find her playing with the pool of semen that had spilled there.
She smiled. “That was amazing.”
He reached up, ran a finger over her cheek. “You’re telling me.”
Chapter 14
Naomi laywith her head on Chaska’s chest, one strong arm holding her close, her fingers moving idly over the ridges and valleys of his abdomen, his heartbeat steady beneath her cheek. They were both naked still, but he had pulled a sheet up to their hips, a cool breeze blowing through his windows. She had never felt this kind of connection with another human being. Neither of them spoke, but there seemed to be no need for words, everything they had to say communicated by touch as he held her just a little closer, brushed a strand of hair off her cheek, kissed her forehead.
After tonight, nothing would ever be the same.
She’d thought that there was something wrong with her, that she was incapable of having an orgasm. She hadn’t even known what to expect or how it would feel. When Kenan, her second boyfriend, had broken up with her, he’d thrown the fact that she’d never come in her face, told her that she’d made him feel like less of a man.
She’d certainly felt like less of a woman.
But, oh, my God, she got it now—why people loved sex, talked about it, obsessed about it. Orgasm had taken over her body, the pleasure as intense and overpowering as it was fleeting. It was like getting hit with a thunderbolt of bliss.
Chaska. This was his doing. It wasn’t just that he’d taken his time, that he hadn’t climbed on top of her two minutes after he’d kissed her, that he hadn’t watched the clock so that he could tell her how long he’d spent trying to make her come.
It was all of that together—and more.
Forget everything they told you about your body, about sex. It was all a lie.
What he’d told her about man nipples and clits was different from anything she’d heard before. The idea that sex was something natural and normal and fun and not a terrible sin—well, that was the opposite of what she’d been raised to believe. His words had silenced all the other voices inside her and set her free.
And they hadn’t even had sex yet, not really.
That made her laugh.
“What’s funny?” Chaska trailed a finger down her spine.
“I was just thinking that if an orgasm feelsthatgood when you use your fingers, it must be incredible when...” She swallowed, refused to feel embarrassed. “It must be incredible when you’re inside a woman.”
He chuckled. “It does for me—and I hope for her, too. Honestly, I don’t know if one kind of orgasm is different from another for a woman. I suppose you can figure that out for yourself and tell me.”
He seemed to think he’d said something wrong because he quickly added, “All of that is up to you, of course—how far we go, what we do. As much as I’d love to help you find all the answers, I’m not going to push you into anything.”
For the second time in a single night, her heart melted.