“Well?” he asked, and she lifted her brows. Did he want a commentary on his performance? “Was I right?”
“About what?”
“That you should trust me?”
She couldn’t help but shake her head at him, although a smirk remained on her lips.
“Perhaps you were,” she admitted. “To be honest, I had no idea that such a thing could be done.”
“Let me guess, you only knew what you read in textbooks?”
“I suppose that is accurate,” she said, heat filling her face at the reminder of how different their previous experiences had been.
“How fortunate for you that I am a most willing teacher,” he said, reaching out and lifting her chin as he always did when she found herself unable to meet his eyes. “Anything that happenedin my past — my distant past — I now believe was to prepare me for you.”
She looked at him in some disbelief, but she set that to the side as she focused on what came next.
“What you did,” she said, unable to say the words aloud to accurately describe it, “can that be done… in the opposite configuration?”
“Why yes, my wife,” he said with a slow smile. “It most certainly can.”
“Will you show me?”
“What did I just tell you about being a willing teacher?” he said with a laugh. “Come here.”
He crooked his finger to beckon her forward, and she couldn’t help but crawl toward him eagerly.
Her heart pounding with anticipation and nerves, Evelyn shuffled forward until she was lying right next to Asher, watching him lean back against the pillows, the candlelight playing over his defined muscles. She let her gaze travel down his body, lingering on the impressive bulge straining against his trousers.
Ready for her.
She reminded herself that all she wanted was to give him the same pleasure he had just shown her.
She could do this.
With trembling fingers, she reached for the buttons of his falls. She fumbled a moment before getting them undone, her breath catching as his erection sprang free.
He was large and thick, the broad head flushed a deep red, glistening at the tip.
She licked her lips before she realized what she was doing, then flicked her gaze over to Asher.
“Can I touch it?”
“Please do,” he said, laughter in his voice, but he took pity on her as he took her hand and guided it toward him, wrapping her fingers around his shaft.
Evelyn marveled at the satiny hardness, the way he throbbed against her palm.
Asher moved her hand up and down a few times, showing her how he liked to be touched, and after a few moments, she had the rhythm, and he released his hand.
He hissed in a breath, his hips jerking as she stroked him base to tip. "Yes, just like that," he encouraged hoarsely.
Emboldened, Evelyn lowered her head and flicked her tongue experimentally over him. The salty-bitter taste of him hit her mouth and she licked again, swirling around the crown, teasing the sensitive underside.
Asher's hand fisted in her hair as a guttural sound tore from his throat. "Evelyn," he panted. "Your mouth, I need..."
Understanding, she parted her lips around him. He placed a hand on the back of her head, gently guiding her up and down until she had a better idea of what she was doing.
She could only fit a few inches, but she made up for it with enthusiasm. It was a strange yet intoxicating feeling, having him heavy against her tongue, the head of his manhood nudging against the side of her mouth, the back of her throat now and again.
