Her chuckle was low as she moved to drape her shawl on a nearby chair, then stood in front of the desk. “This must all be committed to memory.”
“I’m a most attentive student.”
“To begin with, sex is more than simply sticking your cock into someone.” She lifted a brow. “But you’ve read one of my books—this shouldn’t come as a revelation.”
“Not quite a surprise,” he admitted, aroused beyond belief that they should be here, in this room where he’d once had his boyhood lessons. Now he would receive a man’s lessons.
She crossed her arms over her chest. “You said you’ve gone to bed with two women.”
He was riveted by the sight of her full breasts swelling against the neckline of her gown.
“At Oxford, there are…courtesans who frequent the students’ rooms.” He knew nothing of flirtation or seduction.
“How involved were you?” she asked. “Did you do anything else besides put your cock in them?”
His face heated. “It was rather fast…”
“So you didn’t touch their quims? Or even look at what lay between their legs?”
His arousal battled with embarrassment, a mystifying combination. “As I said, it was done quickly and with a minimum of…of anything additional.”
He tried to read her expression to see if she was in some way disappointed in him for his utter lack of finesse. Yet if anything, she looked slightly pleased.
She moved to stand beside the desk, then bent and kissed him. He responded at once, relearning the taste of her, cupping his hands around her jaw. Remembering that she enjoyed it when he’d stroked his tongue against hers, he did it again. She moaned into his mouth, making his body clench in need and pleasure. Her fingers wove into his hair.
The kiss built, grew deeper. Something huge and hungry grew within him, demanding more, and his grip on her tightened—before he made himself loosen his hold. He couldn’t give into that internal creature, the one that craved dominion. This was her lesson to lead.
She broke the kiss and straightened before settling her arse on the wooden top. To his astonishment, she swung around to sit facing him, her legs bracketing him.
“Next part of the lesson,” she said, voice throaty.
He could not look away as she took handfuls of her skirts and began to raise them, uncovering her calves, knees, and thighs. Finally, her skirts bunched around her waist.
Miss Holme’s quim was right in front of him, a triangle of darker brown hair curling above the most gorgeous pink slit. Already, a light sheen of moisture glossed her lips, and his nostrils flared as he caught the scent of her desire.
Of its own volition, his hand reached for her.
She swatted it away, smiling as she did so. “Not yet. You need to learn the geography before you go exploring.”
“Show me.” His cock was as hard as it had ever been, so upright it pained him, but he leaned into the ache as the sensation merged into something altogether new and wonderful.
She brought her hand up to stroke between the outer lips and made a soft gasp. He reveled in the fact that she was as aroused as he was.
“Touching this part is nice,” she said, “but what’s within is even better.”
Her fingers dipped down to spread herself, revealing luscious, slick flesh, including the raised bud. His mouth watered to see this part of her, so beautiful, and so real.
“Sometimes,” she murmured, “I like to be touched here with rough authority, but especially at the beginning, I need gentleness. I like the lips stroked, yet I’m even more sensitive at my opening, and on my clitoris. Watch me.”
He nodded mutely. He couldn’t have looked away if the house burned down around him.
She caressed and rubbed herself, her breath coming faster and faster, especially when her fingertips circled her bud. He kept thinking he couldn’t be more aroused, but watching her touch herself turned his need into a raging fever burning through him. He studied her movements, carving them into his heart so that if—when—the time came for him to touch her, he could do it exactly the way she wanted.
“Now you,” she gasped, taking her hand away.
His hand shook as he brought it up to her quim. The first brush of his fingers against her damp, tender flesh made him growl, and her moan.
“Christ,” he said through gritted teeth. He clamped down on his own need to free his cock and pump himself to a fast, hard climax.
He touched her, stroking, caressing, paying careful attention to her clitoris and her opening, just as she’d instructed. Whatever he did clearly pleased her, because her eyes closed, her head fell back, and the points of her nipples stood out in relief beneath the fabric of her bodice.
“God, Owen.” She canted her hips, giving him even more access to her. “Just like that. But I want more. I want you to fuck me with your fingers.”
“Yes.” He’d read about it, and if he couldn’t have his cock in her right now, he could give her that.
“Slide your finger into me, following the curve of my body.”
He did so, and was immediately surrounded by her slick, hot passage. Nothing in the world felt as silken. He added a second finger, and she cried out—but when he moved to pull away, afraid that he’d hurt her, she stayed his hand.
“It’s good,” she gasped. “It’s good. There’s a place inside me, a swollen spot. Can you feel it?”
“This,” he said, gliding his fingers over it. In response, her breathing came even faster, quick and shallow. Emboldened, he stroked his finger in and out of her, and she pumped her hips against him.
“Put your mouth on me,” she urged.
He squeezed his eyes shut. Ever since he’d read about the act, he’d wanted to do it, and now he could—and with her.
Owen lowered his head and, after inhaling her fragrance, slid his tongue along her folds. She was slick and delicate, and her musky, rich taste filled him, making him dizzy with pleasure.
“Yes, yes,” she panted. “Suck my clitoris between your lips.”
He did as she instructed, loving the feel of her sensitive, swollen flesh against his mouth. All the while, he continued to fuck her with his fingers.
“How do I taste?” she gasped.
“Spiced and sweet.” His words were torn from somewhere deep within him. “Delicious.”
His words seemed to drive her over the edge, and her body bowed up. She clamped her hand over her mouth, muting her cry of release.
That should have satisfied him, but the thing within him burned for more.
Was this what she wanted? Was this what he wanted, to give free rein to the ravenous beast? Would he lose himself if he did set it free?
“Keep going,” she urged. “No hesitation. Give in to what you want. Do what you want to me.”
Untethered, he went on plunging his fingers into her. Impulse guided him to use the tip of his tongue to flick her clitoris until she went taut with another orgasm, and another. Watching her face as it twisted in ecstasy was the most beautiful thing he’d ever witnessed.
She rested a limp hand on his head, but had enough strength to lightly urge him back. He stopped at once, resting his own shaking hands on her trembling thighs.
“You’ve a…natural…talent,” she murmured. Her eyelids were heavy, her expression one of profound satisfaction.