As her body stilled, feeling clean and empty, her mind started up again.I must remember nae to move so much if I ever experience this bliss again.Because Jack had not been able to keep his mouth on her and she had been treated to his wet grin as she had moved helplessly on the bed, writhing with her own ecstasy.
“How was that, Helen Boyd, Countess of Kinmarloch?”
“Ye . . . know . . . how it was.”
He clambered up the side of her, pulling the blanket over both of them.
Thank God. I won’t have to look at my own protruding hip bones anymore.
One of which Jack Pike was caressing right now with his warm hand.
“I want you to tell me how it was.”
She turned toward him and put her hand on his chest. She brushed the bit of hair there. She traced his scar with her fingertips. Her breath calmed, her heart slowed.
“Is that part of the pleasure for ye, Jack?”
“Yes.”
She rolled onto her back and closed her eyes. “It was more than the perfect sunrise and the stars in the sky.”
He chuckled. “So what I do with my tongue is better than how I look with my face?”
“Aye.” She opened her eyes and looked at him. He didn’t look angry. He was grinning. “Thank ye for my relief. I will never forget it.”
“You’re welcome.”
“And now I am ready for my training.”
He moved away from her slightly. “You already know how to kiss, Helen.”
“I do?”
“Yes.”
“Should I do anything differently when I kiss, Jack? Anything I could do better?”
“Not a thing.”
“D-did you really love kissing me?” She couldn’t believe herself. She was turning into Jack Pike. Angling for compliments. Wanting to hear those words again. And wanting to be kissed again.
“Yes, Helen. I did.” He leaned in and kissed her. Slowly, deeply. She tasted herself on his lips and his tongue and she felt a strange satisfaction. That was her scent on Jack Pike’s mouth. He pulled away and looked at her. There was no trace of a grin. “I do.”
“Shall we rut now, Jack?
He didn’t say anything. He just looked at her.
“Will ye show me how to give a man relief then? How to touch him?”
She hadn’t looked at his cock as he had climbed up next to her. She couldn’t feel it against her now. But it had been hard before, pushing into her when he lay on top of her.
“I think—” he said. She held her breath. “—you should go back to your own bed, Helen. Sleep.”
She didn’t understand. This went against everything she had ever heard about coupling. It was the man who must get pleasure. Whether or not the woman did—well, the woman’s pleasure was unnecessary, surely? Wasn’t that just one more unfairness put upon women along with childbearing and monthly courses and a lack of physical strength?
But she and Jack, they weren’t coupling. Not really. He had said he would train her, teach her. Like she was a new sailor on his ship. She should not forget that. This was not like what other men and women did in bed together.
But didn’t he need relief, too?
