“I want you to touch me, Tristan,” she begged.
He stepped back and sat on her bed. “You’re a feast for the eyes, Flick.”
Felicity stood there, heat washing over her skin as he took in her body. If her blood weren’t humming with need, she might feel more embarrassed and vulnerable in this moment.
“Come sit,” he said.
Felicity fought the urge to cover herself as she sat beside him, and they twisted to face each other. His movement was slow as he cupped her breast, and the acute memories of their morning carriage ride came back. His mouth dropped to her shoulder, and she arched her back in invitation. He put his arm around her and lowered them back until they lay side by side. He adjusted himself a little lower than her and took the tip of her breast in his mouth.
Felicity squirmed in pleasure as the balance of heat and his velvet tongue scattered her thoughts. Her body hungered for more, arching toward him. He steadied her with a hand at her hip.
“Please, Tristan. Touch me everywhere.”
He lifted his head. “I will, love, but you’re going to guide me. You’re going to use my hand to give yourself pleasure. You’re in control.”
A fever spread over her skin at his words. “I don’t know how to do that.”
“Take my hand, Flick.”
She grabbed his wrist.
“Put my hand where you want it, and I’ll stay right here and feast on these beauties.” He licked her nipple, and she trembled. She knewwhere she wanted his hand, where all her nerve endings were screaming for relief, but could she be so bold? Could she really make him touch her so intimately?
“If you don’t do it, I’ll stop kissing you.”
Felicity sighed in frustration. Desire and embarrassment warred with each other in her mind, but in the end, passion won, and she moved his fingers to the apex of her thighs. She gasped. This was nothing like when she’d touched herself. His fingers were rougher, longer, thicker, and knowing it was him, having him here beside her, drove her to delicious distraction. His fingers slid along the outside of her sex, the sensation and pleasure doubling near the top. Her hips bucked against his fingers, and she softly cried his name.
“Tristan please, I don’t know how to do this. I don’t know my own body.”
He teased the tip of her nipple with a soft bite, and in answer, he firmed his fingers, brushing his thumb across the sensitive spot. Her thighs shook as she looked down at what his hand was doing, and the sight was so vivid and erotic she sucked in a gasp.
“You have to relax,” Tristan said. “The pleasure won’t come if you’re resisting it. Let yourself go.”
“But I don’t know if I’m doing this right. I need your help.”
“You’re doing it perfectly. There is no right way, only what feels good.”
Felicity pulled her hand away and covered her face.
She sensed Tristan pulling away. “Does this not feel good?”
“Yes... I don’t know. Itdoesfeel good, but I don’t know what it’s supposed to feel like or what I’m supposed to do. I’m embarrassed and exposed and... helpless.”
Felicity opened her eyes again and Tristan was sitting up, brow furrowed.
“Please don’t leave.”
He chuckled. “I’m not going to leave. Not until I’ve made youcome. I wanted to give you the control, but if it is too much, then I’ll happily show you. Here.” He took the blanket off the end of her bed, and they adjusted themselves until they lay lengthwise, side by side. He covered them with the blanket to the neck, creating a cocoon of skin and heat.
“Is this better?”
Felicity nodded. “But I can’t see your body, and you can’t see mine.”
“No, but we can feel each other.”
They rolled to face each other. He cupped her breast and Felicity put a hand over his beating heart. He caught her lips in a kiss and Felicity sank into him. This was better. Closer. She liked facing him like this. The hand at her breast moved to her hip and then lower. He cupped the back of her knee and moved her leg over his thigh.
“Are you ready for me to touch you?”
