He smiles. “That comfortable?”
I nod. “That comfortable.”
He frowns again. “Have you ever seen a man fully naked?”
I roll my eyes at him. “Yes. Of course.”
His shoulders scrunch up. “I didn’t know. I’m confused by this entire situation.”
I can’t help but giggle. “Then ask what you need to know.”
He lets out a huff of a breath. “Have you ever even touched a cock?”
“Yes.” I smile and waggle my brows. “A handful of times.”
“Oh, you’re clever. I see what you did there.” He winks. “Tell me what it was like. What did you actuallydo?”
He says those words as if he isn’t sure I know what I did at all.
“Well, the first was awful. I was a young girl, maybe fourteen. I touched him and ran away, horrified. The second and third… I was still a girl, but a bit older. One was in the dark behind a barn, so you have me there. I don’t really know what happened. I touched him, he grunted, and then we got scared and ran. The other, well, my mother caught us behind a tree just as he was about to gasp for glory, and that was that. He never looked at me again. The fourth, however, was when I was twenty. We were watching the stars and one thing led to another. He liked my breasts and touched me through my pants. I stroked him until he spilled in my hand. I rather enjoyed that one.”
Colden blinks at me, most likely at my forthrightness, biting into his lower lip. “And the fifth?Wasthere a fifth?”
My cheeks heat as I summon honesty. “Yes. It was Varin. Two summers ago. He brought Alexus a new sword. I saw him and we chatted, and he came to my room. Talking led to drinking which led to kissing that led to touching, and touching led to more kissing on my part. Just not with his lips. I let him finish, but not in my mouth.”
“Where, then?” he asks, his voice a bit huskier than before and thoroughly interested.
I drag my fingertips down my chest, touching the line of cleavage between my breasts. “Here.”
Colden arches a brow and takes a deep inhale, the hand at my hip tightening. “And did he bring you the same pleasure you brought him?”
I shake my head. “It was as though he didn’t know how. He touched me, inside and out, but in all the wrong places and all the wrong ways. I grew tired and wasn’t going to instruct him, for gods’ sakes. He was a grown man.”
Colden laughs a little at that. “But you have also pleasured yourself, yes? You said before…”
“Oh, yes. Of course, I have.”
I swear the midnight in his eyes darkens at the thought.
“And did you make yourself…”
“Come?” I whisper close to his lips, leaning into him as my heart starts beating harder. “Many times.”
A low groan leaves him. “Godsdamnit, Nephele. You are far better at this than you believe.”
I tighten my hand in his hair. “Reward me, then,” I whisper. “Show me what you do to good girls.”
He grips my chin and looks into my eyes. “I do vile things,” he says. “You might not be quite ready for all that yet.”
“I’m ready for more than you know.” My blood hums and I raise a taunting brow. “Defile me, my king.”
Eyes sharp, he reaches for the laces tying my bodice and unthreads them, one by one. When the pressure releases, I remove my stays, and Colden helps me pull my dress and smock down around my waist.
“Come here, you vixen.” He draws me close and kisses me, his lips cool and wonderful, his tongue gently exploring, tracing and tasting every curve and line. It’s simultaneously the most arousing and most tender kiss I’ve ever experienced.
I’m already swooning and breathless when he pulls away and cups my breast, studying me and touching me like something he’s never before seen. Then his mouth is on me, sucking, biting, and licking my rosy tip in a rhythm I swear tugs on some invisible string that leads straight to the bud between my legs.
As though he’s fully aware what sensation he’s inspiring, he slips his hand beneath my skirt. I drop my head back as he caresses me through my undergarments, teasing and tugging, rubbing and flicking. It’s torture, that thin layer of fabric keeping him from me.
