“No. You need to show me how to pleasure you. This is not showing me.”
Anticipation glimmered in his eyes. “Perhaps you should begin by stroking me with your hands.”
“Yes.”
She shifted her palms lower. His expression never changed, but when her exploring hands travelled to his belly, she felt a tension quiver inside him.
Bolder now, she moved her hand even lower to touch his swelling manhood. It jerked involuntarily, making her breath catch. Kate bit her lip. She could imagine having that engorged length inside her….Fresh excitement spread through her body at the thought and made her breasts ache.
Deliberately she trailed her hand lower, letting her fingers curl around him. When his breath drew harshly between his teeth, she looked up, caught by the hypnotizing heat of his eyes.
His hot vitality seemed to thrum through her.
“Show me,” Kate repeated in a husky murmur.
His hand wrapped around hers, guiding her. Keeping a light grasp of her fingers, he coaxed her to fondle him, letting her cup the heavy sacs beneath his arousal, tracing the blunt, velvety head, until finally he curled her hand around his full length. Demonstrating how to give him pleasure, he began moving her hand slowly up and down, stroking.
“Harder, princess….You won’t hurt me.”
“Like this?”
“Yes, exactly like that….”
His hips arched in response. A shameful thrill raced through Kate, kindling her senses. She was inflamed by the feel of him, by the lazy passion glowing in his eyes. And yet…
“Isn’t there more?” she asked with curiosity.
“A great deal more. You are welcome to use your imagination.”
She could only follow her instincts. Bending down to him, she breathed in the scent of warm sand and salt and his own essence, the clean, masculine fragrance of his skin.
Holding her breath, she tasted him with her tongue.
“I am all admiration for your inventiveness,” he said in a hoarse voice.
“But I have barely begun,” she warned with a smile.
She pressed her lips along his shaft, tasting the marble-smooth skin. He jerked when she kissed him there, and when she ran her tongue upward, a shudder ran through him, igniting a sense of power in Kate. It was a heady feeling, knowing she could evoke such a response from Deverill. It was thrilling, exhilarating, to think she could torment him with her caresses the way he did her. He was blatantly aroused now, the rigid rod thrusting high.
Her tongue began stroking rhythmically, his head fell back. And when she began to suckle him, he inhaled as if fighting for control.
Encouraged, she explored him with her mouth and tongue, tasting the slick, velvet contours, making love to the most intimate part of him.
Finally, though, he grasped her shoulders to lift her mouth away. “That is far enough,” Deverill rasped. “Just hold my cock in your hand.”
When she complied, he went back to guiding her strokes. As he increased the pace, she glanced up at him. His face was taut, the skin flushed. His jaw locked as their fingers kneaded harder, sweeping up and down in short, rough motions.
His breath was harsh and uneven by now, his fingers clenching around hers. But the moment before he exploded, he released her hand and cupped his own around the head of his s
haft.
Kate held still, watching the last throes of his climax. It was incredibly erotic for her, giving him such pleasure. His eyes were shut, but when he opened them again, they were so dark they were almost black.
Now was the moment to press him, she knew. She held his gaze intently.
“Deverill, please…won’t you make love to me?” she pleaded in a low voice. “You are right. I need to become more adventurous. I want to truly live, not merely exist. We are alone here, without chaperones or family to interfere or watch over me. And we should make the most of this opportunity.”
Kate paused, her nerves stretched taut while she waited for him to respond.