Bound by Bliss (Bound and Determined #2)(68)
She turned to him now, her face quiet. “No, Stephan. I think now it is unimportant. I think we should think only of the present.” She reached out and placed a hand upon his shoulder, her fingers warm silk. “I have only this one night and there is so much that I still wish to learn, so much I still need to learn.”
They had so much more than one night, but he would not argue. He imagined that they had a lifetime of learning about each other. A lifetime meant he could learn her secrets later. He did not need to push when she was on the edge of vulnerability, at least not this time. Next time, he might not feel so generous. And he was sure there would be a next time. “And what do you still need to learn?” He had his own ideas, but was happy to indulge her as well.
“I want to watch you get hard.” Her eyes dropped to his sex.
It shifted and began to grow beneath her gaze. “That should not be difficult.”
“I see that. May I touch?”
“You do not need to ask. However, it would help things along if you’d remove a few items—or more—of clothing.”
Still staring at his cock, she nibbled on her lip in the manner that meant she was considering. He was learning that she bit her lips for many reasons and they were each distinct. Worry. Desire. Consideration. All caused her to chew and worry in a slightly different fashion.
“Can I touch you again first? I want to know what it is like at each different stage.”
She would. “I did say you did not need to ask, but I would suggest you keep it short—or you will feel all the stages at once. Normally I take some time to recover between bouts, but with you I feel near ready to go again.”
Again, she nibbled her lips and he could see the careful thought behind her eyes. With care she held out a single finger and—poked him. She actually poked him.
Chapter Eighteen
That was different. Bliss pressed the tip of her finger against the semi-hard cock and considered. How could flesh change so much? A few minutes ago he’d been hard as a steel bar and now…well, she couldn’t think of a description that Stephan wouldn’t find insulting, but he was definitely not steel. Maybe if she went with one of the softer metals. Would he object if she described his cock as pure gold?
The giggle bubbled up within her and she couldn’t hold it back.
Stephan’s lips firmed, but she could see the laughter hiding in his eyes. “I must tell you that it’s bad enough to poke a man in the jewels, but one should certainly never laugh about it afterward. It will quite shrivel him down a size or two.”
That was not helping. Another laugh bubbled from her lips. Gold and jewels, she could picture it now. “You do not look to be shrinking in size. If anything the opposite.”
“Well, it is true that I am not just any man.”
“Yes, I do believe you said something about being a saint, but I’ve never heard of a saint with such an attribute.”
He leaned his head back against the pillows and laughed. “No, I was not thinking of my sainthood at this moment. I was trying to understand how you are still wearing all of your clothing.”
She ran her finger over him again, so soft and yet she could feel the power and strength returning. “How does it work?”
“What?” There was no mistaking the confusion in his voice.
“What makes it get hard? I’ve never seen anything like it. Do you know of anything that changes in the same way? It is most strange.” She leaned forward and considered it with care. “It gets darker in color too. For a few moments there it was of normal skin tone, but it is becoming a deeper shade. And it is beginning to throb here on the underside. Is that normal?”
He laughed again, deep in his chest, the sprinkling of blond hairs dancing. “There truly is no woman like you, Bliss. I know there is a vein on the underside and yes, it does throb under the proper circumstance. I cannot quite say if it is normal as I have never had this discussion with another man or examined another prick. I only know what mine does, and it is normal for me. As for how it works, I’ve never thought about it. I just know that it does and that I am quite glad of that. I would suppose blood flow is involved—the vein, the throbbing and such, but I’ve never heard it explained. Perhaps a physician or surgeon would know, but I do not.”
“Blood makes sense I suppose. I was thinking it might be air. The only thing I can think of that is similar is blowing up a pig’s bladder or perhaps one of those great balloons that sometimes rise in the park. Or a frog’s throat. I think that happens sometimes when they croak in a way that is almost song.”
“I don’t know whether to laugh or cry,” he said, pushing himself up to sitting. “I could not have imagined this conversation in a thousand years. And I am quite sure that it is not air. Next you will be asking if it becomes flatulent.”
“I will not.” Although, if she thought about it, it was a good question. Urine and male seed came out of it. Did anything else?
“Then stop looking at it like that. A moment ago I could not have imagined growing soft while sitting beside you in bed, but I must confess I am beginning to fear. Turn around and let me have at your laces so we can get that gown off you and move on to something besides discussing if my cock is filled with hot air. It is not and we will leave the conversation there. I have more pleasurable plans for this evening.”