He reached over to her and placed his hands on either side of her beasts, then gently pushed them together. “When a woman is endowed enough up here, then she can do this and a man can slide his cock in between them. It’s very erotic.”
Her eyes were locked on his hands and damned if he didn’t wish they were naked so he could simply demonstrate each item.
“Which leads us nicely into smoking his pike.”
“I cannot abide the smell of smoke,” she said tartly.
Damnation, but she was adorable. “In this scenario, the pipe would also be the man’s cock.”
“And you like women to blow upon it?”
He nearly choked. “Not precisely. The thing I did to you last night where I licked and suckled you to completion?”
Her brown eyes darkened to nearly black. “Yes?”
“A woman does that on a man’s cock.”
“And you enjoy that?”
He groaned. “All men enjoy that.”
“I believe I should like to learn how to do that, then.” She looked back at the list. “The thing you did to me, is that smoking my pipe?”
He did laugh then, he couldn’t help it. “No. It’s not called that.”
“Which one is it?”
“It’s not on that list.”
“Is that because it is not a skill I need to know, but rather something men do?”
“It is not something all men do. Some do not enjoy it.”
“A pity. It is quite enjoyable to experience.”
Again he laughed. He’d never enjoyed a woman’s company in this manner. With both of them fully clothed.
He tapped on the book. “It would seem I have more lessons to provide you.”
“You are amenable to teaching me?”
“Of course. You are a most excellent student. Tomorrow evening I wish for you to join me at the opera.”
She frowned. “But there is nothing you can teach me when we are in public.”
“Quite the contrary. There is much you can learn. Not only that, but being seen with a bachelor in public will aide in you building your reputation as a mistress.”
“What of tonight? What shall you teach me?”
He leaned forward and caught the back of her neck, pulling her in for a heated kiss. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself inside her again, but he knew she’d be sore. He did not wish to cause her any pain.
She whimpered into his mouth, arching her body towards his.
He forced himself to end the kiss. Then he reached beneath the table and lifted her skirts. “Give me your hand, Agatha.”
He took her hand and pressed it into the opened slit of her drawers.
“Are you wet?”