Page 103 of The Language of Love

“You look frightened.”

“No—no, not frightened. Just, er, concerned.” Her willful eyes dropped down again.

Yes, it was still as large.

“You said you’ve done this before,” he said, sounding confused.

“Yes.”

He paused for a second. “So…?”

“He was not so, er, prodigious.”

He laughed, and she tore her eyes from the fascinating flexing of his muscular stomach to look at his face. “Thank you,” he said.

“It is not a compliment; it is a statement of fact,” she assured him, entranced by the thick vein that ran up the front of his shaft. She tilted her head so she could look at the place where it joined his body, the root, she supposed it was called. Below the thick root were his testicles, a fleshy, lightly furred sac that hung heavily between his muscular thighs.

Annis’s brain struggled with what she was looking at. She had seen anatomical drawings aplenty since her friend Lorie was practically obsessed with educating women about their own bodies and men’s.

And of course, she’d actually had intercourse more than once, but she’d never seen a naked man.

“Annis? Are you going to say something?”

She’d forgotten that Henry was still in the room. “I suppose it makes sense.”

“What does?” he asked, his voice rich with amusement.

“You are very large all around. But I just thought… Never mind.”

“No, tell me what you thought.” He smiled down at her, seemingly unaware of how godlike he looked towering over her, his powerful body on display.

“I guess I thought they were all the same size.”

“Ah.”

“But not all noses or mouths or ears are the same, so why would I have believed such a thing?” she asked.

“I couldn’t say.”

Something else occurred to her. “So then, women—are they, er…”

“Different sizes inside?”

She nodded.

“Yes.”

Annis struggled to absorb that information. “But—”

“Annis darling?” His voice sounded strained.

“Hmm?”

“Could we discuss human physiology after?” He was staring at her with a certain urgency.

“Oh,” she said, blushing. “Of course.”

He lowered himself over her with a sigh of contentment, his knees between her thighs, nudging her open as he supported his weight on his forearms. He pressed his mouth to her throat and began to lick and kiss and suck. “You taste delicious,” he murmured, his knees pushing her legs wider, until his hips lowered and—