“Yes,” he says, on an exhalation.
“Like you want me to tell you some things? About sex?” My mouth turns down as I ponder this.
“Yeah.” He starts warming to the idea. “Anything you think I should know, I’d love to hear it.”
“Like… a sex lesson?”
His eyes flash with heat as his nervousness evaporates and he remembers what it is we’re actually talking about. “Yes,” he says in a low voice, his dark eyes on me.
“That sounds like it could be fun,” I say slowly. “Let me think about that.” I watch as his eyes get even hotter.
He licks his lips lustily.
A flutter rises in my chest.Oh, yes.This definitely sounds like fun. This curious, innocent side of him inspires me to take charge and guide him, and I’m surprised at what a turn-on it is. “Okay,” I say at last. “I’ll do it.”
He smiles wickedly.
I study him for a few moments then pull my hand from his and sit up straight. “Well, let’s start with the basics, then, shall we?”
He watches me expectantly.
“The first and most important thing is… consent.”
He shoots me a look that says, “Seriously?”
“Hear me out.” I raise my hands in defense. “It’s much more nuanced than just ‘Don’t rape anyone.’”
His expression is still skeptical.
“So, the man holds all the cards physically, right? He has all the power.” I run my hands down his pecs and then his stomach, and then tug his shirt to untuck it from his shorts.
He’s enjoying this more now, I can tell, as his breathing picks up and those laser-beam eyes are back.
I pull his shirt up, motioning for him to take it off.
He complies, and my own breath catches as I see the golden expanse of his muscular chest and arms.
I place his hands on his thighs.
“You keep these right here, okay?”
He nods, his gaze still glued to mine.
“Uh…” I lick my lips. “So the woman,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady. “The woman has the power that you grant her. Veto power.” I rest my hands on his chest again, right above his racing heart. “She says no, you stop.” I shrug. “Of course. But still, you can ask permission.”
Interest flickers over his expression.
“This all goes both ways, but I’ll stick with one way for simplicity’s sake.” I rise to my knees and bring my face close to his. “You might ask if you can touch her.” I run my hands along his chest and finish with a squeeze of his biceps. “Or if you can kiss her.” I brush my lips over his.
He shifts slightly, trying to keep our lips from parting, but I press him back gently with a warning look.
“Orwhereyou can kiss her.” I run my fingers lightly over the bulge in his lap.
His eyes widen for a flash, and butterflies flap wildly in my stomach.
I lean in so my mouth is next to his ear. “Or you might ask if she likes biting.” I nip his ear lobe. My voice is just above a whisper. “Or spanking.”
His jaw flexes.
