Page 82 of The Truth Serum
She smiled. “Hmmm. I like that.”
He grinned.
“But what of you?” she asked. Her gaze slid down to where his organ was a clear bulge in his clothing.
“What do you know of men?”
“I’ve tended to sick men before. I know what it looks like on the old and very young.”
He touched her chin, bringing her gaze back up to his. “I am neither.”
“And so, I am curious.”
He chuckled. “You were always curious.”
“Will you teach me?”
His gaze grew fond, his expression hot. But in the end, he looked away.
“I fear I am teaching you too much.”
She thumped his chest in annoyance. “You will not choose what I learn,” she said. “I have always found a way to learnwhat I want. My parents could not stop me. Fletcher has never stopped me. And you will not either.”
His expression tightened. “Are you saying you will learn this from another man?”
No. She wouldn’t. But she let the suggestion stand.
“You will not!” he growled. Then he caught her chin and pulled her in for a kiss. It was deep and possessive. And she loved it.
Then when she pulled back, she arched her brows at him. “Show me, Nate. Please.”
And so he did. He unfastened his pants and his falls. He opened up his body to her gaze, and he waited in taut patience as she looked.
As she touched.
As she explored.
“God, you’re going to kill me,” he groaned as she continued to caress him. Her touch was light, her explorations gentle, but still, his breath tightened as if in pain.
“You want something different?” she asked, knowing he was holding back for her sake.
He didn’t answer except to guide her hand. He showed her how to hold him, how tight to squeeze. And when he began to thrust into her hand, she gloried in the way he watched her, as she watched him, eye to eye while pleasure suffused his expression.
His breath shortened. His mouth pulled tight as he thrust into her hand. But always, his eyes held hers with such intensity that she felt as if she were his whole world.
She knew it was the reality of the moment. But it still locked inside her heart. It made what they were doing something shared. As if she were integral to his pleasure and not just any willing woman.
She was part of hiswe, and that made her exquisitely willing.
His pleasure built quickly. His thrusts were powerful, and she struggled to restrain his movements. She needn’t have worried. Soon, he threw back his head as he climaxed.
She watched in fascination, seeing the pulse of his seed and remembering her own contractions. So that was how it was meant to be. His thrust matching her contraction. And if they pulsed as one, their bodies would bring seed and womb together.
“Amazing,” she whispered.
He laughed. It was a kind sound, filled with humor and sweetness as he caressed her cheek.
“From now on, I will never stop you from learning. Anything you want. Any time you want.”
