Lessons in Pleasure

“James, don’t!”

Cursing himself for a beast, he ignored her and slid his tongue lower, feeling her lips part just the tiniest bit at his thrust. He’d finally found the taste of her, pleasure on his tongue.

“You can’t . . .” she protested, finally touching him. Her hand curled into his hair and pulled. “Please don’t.”

James looked up her body, past the curve of her belly and the jut of her breasts. “Open your eyes,” he urged. Sarah shook her head. “Open your eyes,” he said more firmly, telling himself he’d stop now if she didn’t. He’d stop and apologize and tuck her beneath the sheets. But Sarah opened her eyes.

Willing her to yield, James darted his tongue against her slit. When he looked back to her, her whole face had tightened. He held her with his eyes and shifted his hands lower to tug her legs apart. She slid her feet only a few inches, but it was enough. This time his tongue parted her lips and he was sliding over that pearl of hard tissue.

Her hand clenched in his hair and she gasped. He knew it felt good to her, because he could taste her pleasure. He licked again, flicked his tongue over her bud, and when her thighs began to shake, he eased her to the bed. Yes, now she was spread before him, deep and pink and wet, and James could hardly think.

He’d done this before, only a few times. But this was his wife, letting him suck at her, letting him push his tongue into her center, and he almost could not bear it.

“James?” she gasped. “James, is this all right? Can we . . . ?”

“Yes,” he groaned. When she thought of more, he wanted her picturing this. He would never stop thinking of it, surely. Never.

James dragged his tongue down as far as he could, then back up to circle her clitoris.

“Oh, it feels so . . . I don’t think I should . . .”

Some wretched animal inside him swelled with dominance. No, she shouldn’t. He shouldn’t. But he would, because he wanted this with her. His sweet, innocent wife. He wanted to create a world where she was something else in private. His secret lover.

So James closed his lips around her tight bud and sucked gently.

“James! Oh, God, oh, no! Please. Please.”

Yes, please, he thought, as her soft thighs tightened, squeezing him, shaking. Her hips jerked, she screamed, and his mouth was full of the taste of Sarah.

Listening to her ragged panting, James sat back on his heels and wiped his lips. He could spend his seed right now with only the barest touch of his own hand, he was sure of it. Best to take a few deep breaths himself.

Sarah’s knees closed with a slap as she sat straight up. “What did you do?” she demanded. Her nipples were even pinker now, tipped with deep, hard rose.

“I kissed you.”

“Yes, but . . . Do men . . . ? Is that something that people do?”

“Yes.”

She stared him down for a long moment. “Are you quite sure?”

“I’m certain. But if you ask me not to, I’ll never do it again.”

“Oh.” Her eyelids fluttered, and he thought she was looking down to the place he’d just tongued. “I can’t imagine that it brought you any pleasure. Surely—”

“On the contrary. I’m sure I’ve never enjoyed anything more. Did you like it, Sarah?”

She swallowed hard.

“It’s all right to say yes.” He added, “Or no,” though his throat tried to cut off the words.

“Yes,” she finally whispered, and the animal raged back to life in his chest, greedy with lust.

“You liked it?”

“Yes.”

“And . . . tomorrow, Sarah? Tomorrow, would you like it again?”