The Heiress Bride - Catherine Coulter [68]
“Your breasts feel nice against my chest. What do you think?”
“I don’t like this. I don’t think you can control yourself. I don’t want you to hurt me again.”
“I’m a man, Joan, not a randy boy. I won’t take you, I promise. Now, kiss me and I’ll leave you alone.”
She pursed her lips, but he just laughed and ran his tongue along her bottom lip. “Open your mouth. Don’t you remember begging me to teach you to kiss? How could you have forgotten so quickly?”
“I haven’t forgotten. I just don’t want to do it right and have you become a ravening barbarian again.”
“A good point.” He kissed her again, lightly, then rolled off her. He watched her quickly jerk her nightgown down to her toes, then pull the covers over both of them and lie down on her back, for all the world like a supine statue.
“If you like, you can give me pleasure, then.”
He was balanced on his elbow, facing her. His eyes were dark, his cheeks flushed, and she knew it for what it was. A man’s desire. “How is that possible? You promised, Colin, not to hurt me again.”
“Oh, it’s very possible. I was touching you and fondling you between your legs. You can do the same to me.”
She looked at him as if he were mad, completely and utterly mad.
“It’s done all the time between people who care about each other.”
“I’m not quite certain I understand, Colin.”
“My sex, Joan. You can kiss and caress my sex.”
“Oh.”
“On the other hand, perhaps it’s better that I go to sleep now. I must leave early tomorrow morning.”
“Really? You would like that? It would give you pleasure, Colin?”
He wasn’t deaf to the utter bewilderment and disbelief in her voice, and said quickly, “It’s all right. I do have to get some sleep.”
“I’ll try it, if you wish.”
“What?”
“I’ll kiss you there, if you wish.”
He saw then that she wasn’t at all repelled by the thought of him. On the contrary, she was quite intrigued by the notion, and he felt himself begin to shake. He wondered if he’d spill his seed if he allowed her mouth on him. His sex throbbed. No, best not to disgust her, because he couldn’t be certain that he could control himself. He shook his head vehemently and said, “All right.”
He lay on his back but did nothing more. Sinjun raised the covers and stared at him. He felt her staring at him and throbbed all the more. “Touch me.”
Very slowly, she lowered the covers to his feet, then she simply stared at him for a very long time. She finally flattened her palm on his hard belly just at the instant before he believed he would yell with the need for her to touch him. “You’re beautiful, Colin.”
He couldn’t help it. He moaned, even as he pressed upward. When her fingers lightly touched him, he quivered like a raw young boy.
He held himself rigid, his hands fisted at his sides. “Touch me, Joan. With your mouth.”
She stared at him again, then lightly closed her hand around him. She eased down on her knees beside him, her hair cascading over his belly, but he didn’t notice the beauty of it, the warmth of it, because he was focused on his sex and on her mouth. He felt her hot breath and nearly died from the intense pleasure. When she lightly nipped at him, he very nearly yelled.
“You’re very different from me,” she said, and caressed him; oh, it was tentative, but that made it all the more seductive. “I could never be as beautiful as you.” He wanted to tell her that was nonsense, but he was silent, straining, wanting so much for her to take him into her mouth, but she didn’t, not understanding, really, but she would learn, and he wanted her to do things at her own pace. She experimented and he squirmed and wanted to groan, but held his mouth shut, not wanting to frighten her.
When she finally took him into her mouth, he knew he couldn’t control himself. The nearly painful sensations that rocketed through him shook him deeply. He had to stop this. He had no intention of shocking her or repelling her, and thus, even though he felt more frenzied, more urgent than he ever had