He drops his knees on either side of my thighs. “It’d be my honor to map out this exquisite body and teach you where the treasure lies.”
I observe the muscled quilt of his chest, the dark trail of hair that leads to the bulge straining his leather trousers, the only item of clothing he hasn’t parted with. “I want to learn about yours, too.” When I reach for him, he snares my wrist.
“Yours first.”
I pout. “Can you at least remove them while you instruct me?”
“It’s best I don’t.”
“Why?”
“Because if I free myself, I will end up inside of you.”
“Isn’t that the destination?”
“Yes. But there are many stops I want to make along the way, and I fear I’ll skip over them all if I unleash myself.” He plucks my underwear’s waistband and rolls it down my thighs. “Legs up.”
I oblige, maneuvering my feet between his legs before stretching them up.
Instead of tossing my underwear aside, he balls it in his fist and carries it to his nose. His eyes close on a long, slow inhale.
“What are you doing?” I ask, genuinely intrigued.
“Memorizing your scent.”
“Is that a lover thing or a bird-of-prey thing?”
Lids still clasped shut, he smiles. “I wouldn’t know. The topic doesn’t come up with my friends.” He tucks the scrap of silk into the waistband of his pants, then opens his eyes wide and sets them on my center, which he unveils to himself fully by parting my knees as wide as they’ll go.
Considering I’m flexible, that is extremely wide.
He swallows, licks his lips, then without looking away from my mound, he commands, “Give me your hand.”
I do.
“Point your index finger.”
I do.
He carries it to my seam. “Touch.”
I am slick and warm and soft like our mollusk-silk garments.
“Trace yourself. All the way to your ass.”
My flesh is so pliant and damp that my finger just skids, bumping over one depression and then another. My breathcatches but not as hard as when I track my finger back up and bump into a tiny little bead that feels a lot like the retracted tusk on my forehead.
“What’s that?” I ask, circling the bead gently.
“That is called a clitoris.”
“Hmm,” I whisper as I keep circling it. “And everyone has one?”
“Only females.”
“You’re missing out.”
He smiles. When my body begins to rattle, he tucks his fingers around mine and moves them aside.
