“Let me pleasure you.”
“Yes,” she whispered.
He touched her breast lightly as he kissed her mouth again. “Does this give you pleasure?”
“Yes.”
He held and squeezed her heavy breast, ran his thumb over her nipple, and it perked as he swept back and forth, over and over again.
“Yes,” she said, although he had not asked.
She lay back upon the pillow, and he kissed her soft, hot mouth again and then her neck. He licked her collarbone. She tasted of fruit and salt and secrets.
He wanted to know all her secrets.
He moved his head lower—and his body, too, as it would not do to get a crick in his neck when he had so much still to give her—and kissed the breast he held, gathering it to his mouth.
“Yes,” she said.
His roving tongue found her nipple, and he licked it. Oh, he had been hungry to do this, to feel the bud become even firmer, the skin puckering. He closed his mouth over it and sucked.
She gasped, her belly clenched. “Yes.”
He took the other breast in hand and kept sucking at the nipple of the first breast. Her hands touched his head, scuffled through his hair, ran over his ears.
“Ah,” she said. Then a moan.
I care for you, Susannah.
She grasped his shoulders, and he turned his lips against the breast he held and laved that one with his tongue, too, before lapping at its nipple, which soon became as erect as its twin.
“Henry. Yes.”
Yes. She was giving herself over to him, forgetting her fears. He went to the underside of her breast and licked the crease of her flesh there, and the taste of her was even stronger here, in that warm place with delicate skin, but she did not tell himyesor moan.
Instead, she giggled as he moved his lips and tongue to her belly. He rolled on top of her again, his knees between her legs, his elbows on the mattress as both of his hands pinched at her nipples, and he made his inexorable journey down, down, down, a trail of kisses.
Her giggling stopped when the trail led to her navel. He kissed it tenderly before continuing onwards, downwards.
“I don’t know this,” she whispered.
He slid his hands over her flanks to her hips and wedged his hands under her bottom and pushed himself farther down the mattress.
“There’s nothing for you to know,” he said. He kissed her skin right next to her maidenhair.
“Will this give you pleasure?” she asked.
“Yes.”
Her hands on his shoulders squeezed.
“But if it doesn’t please you, you must tell me,” he said. He could hear the rasp of his own voice, feel the throb of his cock against the mattress. “And I will please you another way.”
Please let me please her. Please.
Some tension went out of her. “If you are determined to please me . . .”
“I am.”
