Page 29 of Stags

“You know what I’ve never done?” said Rora. “I meanobviouslynever done, because I’ve never done anything. But what I want to know how to do?”

“Tell me,” he breathed.

“A, um, a blow job. You could teach me how to do that.”

He narrowed his eyes. “That doesn’t seem fair.”

“Well, why not, because—”

“Because it’s all about my pleasure, and I want to please you.”

“Oh,” she said, with a little smile.

“But we could trade favors that way?” he said. “Just you first.” He kissed her again.

She sighed against his mouth. “Okay,” she agreed.

“No one’s ever done that to you?”

She shook her head, wordless. Clearly, no one had ever done that to her.

“So, I’ll need to walk you through it,” he said in a rich voice. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you, little doe.”

Yes, this was perfect, this was what she wanted. She nodded, eager.

“You need to lie down, on your back, on the bed.” He gave her a gentle nudge.

She did it, lying down, legs pressed tightly together.

He stood at the foot of the bed and lifted up one of her feet and began to ease off her shoes.

She looked up at him, standing over her, his antlers, his long tresses of black, silver-streaked hair, his handsome face.

He parted her legs and climbed up between her knees. He reached down, resting his fingers on the buttons of her pants. “These will have to come off,” he informed her.

She wriggled into the bed, shutting her eyes and said, in a very small voice, “Oh, I had no idea. I don’t understand any of this.”

He chuckled.

She opened her eyes. “Bad?”

“Not bad,” he said, shaking his head. “The opposite of bad.”

She shut her eyes again. “Do you have to take other things off me, too?”

“Hmm,” he said. “Not strictly necessary, I suppose, but maybe we should, to be thorough.”

“Be very thorough with me,” she said. “Please. I want it quite thorough.”

“All right,” he said, and he had her sit up so that he could remove her shirt. Then, he reached around her and undid her bra clasp with one hand.

She grinned.

“Impressed?” he said, tossing it off the bed.

“Very,” she whispered.

He was staring at her breasts.

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