Mastering The Marquess (Bound and Determined #1)(13)
Humor was good. Humor helped him to hold on, to wait. “The penis—I call it the cock or prick—is normally smaller and softer. It is only when a man sees a woman whom he desires that it grows like this. It is called an erection.” He ran a hand along his shaft, felt himself jump in response.
“But you can’t see me. Why are you—why are you large if you cannot see me?”
“I misspoke. It does not require actual sight. It can be a touch or a scent—and I’ve always loved the smell of roses. Sometimes even just a memory or imagined image. Men are in truth animals—even if not pigs or sheep. We can become aroused—‘erect’ is the word you want—at almost anything. When I was a young man I once got an erection while putting on my stockings. It truly does not take much. And if you have never observed such a thing—an erection—beneath a pair of inexpressibles I can only imagine you have not looked that often.”
“Oh. A scent, you say? Is that why I like to smell you? Why my belly quivers when I press my nose against you and smell that scent that comes from no cologne bottle?”
He stopped stroking, and again squeezed hard at his cock’s base. “Your belly quivers when you smell me?”
“I don’t know another word to use, but yes. And when I touch you it feels as if my legs tighten without my moving. Is this what I am supposed to feel?”
It might be easier to die than to withstand this; he fought the impulse to just toss her on the bed and be done with it. “I do not think there is any ‘supposed to.’ A woman—or a man—feels what they feel; everyone is different. Your response pleases me, however—assuming that it pleases you, that it feels good.”
“I think it does. It is not a familiar sensation, and so hard to judge. It is almost like riding a horse at full gallop, but not. I do not have words for the feelings.”
He had wanted trust and honesty and she was giving it to him—more than he could ever have imagined. Ruby had been very right about the mask. A lack of sight—or of watching himself being seen—opened new doorways. “We can discuss feelings and sensations more deeply later, when you have more experience with them, when you have felt more. Now it is time for …”
“… for me to touch you.” The air about his cock moved, and then her hand was upon him.
He grabbed it quickly and held tight. “I was going to say for us to trade places, for me to teach you about those feelings and more. I do believe I have a specific task I must complete this night.”
“But I want to touch you.” Beneath his hand her fingers moved.
He sucked in air, held it. “I will allow you, but only for a moment. Then it is time to progress. Do you understand?”
“Yes. And can I taste as well? Smell?”
Chapter Five
His penis, his cock, was magnificent. It was quite strange, but the closer she moved the more she appreciated the strength and beauty of the thing. It was beyond all she had ever imagined. She’d seen the penis of a small baby once—and a couple of times she’d sneaked peeks at those statues her mother had forbidden her to view, but she’d never seen anything like this. Never imagined anything like this.
It was so long and thick. And so hard beneath her hand, but wrapped in silk, like an iron bar within the finest handkerchief.
She still wasn’t sure she believed it could possibly fit inside her.
“You want to taste me? Do you mean you want to put your mouth, your lips, upon my cock?” He growled.
She smiled up at him, knowing he could not see. She was learning to discount that growl. It seemed to come when he was most pleased. His member—no: his cock—danced at her words. “Do women not touch men with their mouths?” She was sure she’d overheard something about this once—although she had not understood it then, or indeed now.
He released a long sigh, his fingers pressing against the bottom of the shaft. “Yes, women do put cocks in their mouths. It is an activity that men enjoy very much.”
“Then why do you act surprised that I ask?”
“It is not something that I have normally experienced with more innocent women. I have never before had somebody just ask me straight out.”
“Oh. But it is acceptable that I asked? It is not strange?”
“No stranger than anything else under the present circumstances. If I promise to let you taste me later, should you still desire, will you only touch for now? I can only repeat that I do not want it over too soon.”
“As long as you promise. I find myself most curious.” She leaned closer, wishing she could taste now. Instead she filled herself with looking, remembering.
Remembering how he’d stroked himself, she wrapped her fingers fully about him and stroked up to the tip. He grew wider at the top, and she hesitated before finishing. She tried again, careful to keep the motion smooth. And again.
He caught her hand and stilled it. “I am going to say no before you unman me. It is my turn.”
“Give me one more minute. I want to be sure that I remember everything.”
“One.”
She hadn’t felt the sac beneath his cock yet. With a single finger she reached out and stroked it.
He hissed.
Only moments ago she would have taken that for a sign of displeasure, but now she was beginning to understand. She added a second finger and then cupped the sac.