She went down against the full, splendid length of him, her legs stretched out on top of his, his manroot rigid along her cleft. Then she touched her lips to his in half a dozen quick little kisses.
“Your mouth is divine. It makes me feel beautiful.”
“Sweetheart, you are beautiful. Breathtakingly, heart-stoppingly beautiful.”
“You’re not so bad yourself.” She laughed, drinking in his dark symmetry. “I’m wildly curious about your body.”
“Explore me. Satisfy your curiosity,” he invited.
She lifted herself from his body and sat cross-legged beside him. Then she felt bold enough to stroke the long slabs of muscle in his chest and tangle her fingers in the crisp black hair that covered him like an animal pelt. Damnation, no wonder women were drawn to him like bitches in heat. He was a magnificent male animal, making every other man pale by comparison.
It would be the easiest thing in the world to fall in love with him. Antonia knew she was infatuated and had been for months, but she refused to admit she loved him, fearing that was the road to heartbreak. Her eyes dipped to his belly. It was hard and flat, yet marred by a crisscross of silver scars. She could not allow her hands to hesitate lest he think the scars repelled her. And in truth they did not. They were a part of him, a part of his past to be sure, but they had played a significant role in forming his present personality.
Gently her fingertips traced the jagged slashes. When her eyes sought his, she found them watching her intently. “Do they hurt?”
After a moment he shook his head. “Only the memory. Which is as it should be to keep me from making the same mistakes.”
The self-mockery was back. She put pressure upon the scars, smoothing the edges into his unscarred flesh, then feeling them spring back into ridges beneath her fingers. In a way they prevented him from being physically perfect and that was no bad thing. He was dangerously close to perfection.
At last her eyes sought the object of her wild curiosity. She looked at it a long time, not yet quite bold enough to touch it.
“Well?” he prompted, trying to conceal his amusement.
“It is not quite as I expected.”
“In what way?”
“Well, it’s much larger, of course. And its shape is curious. It’s slightly curved, like a scimitar, and this part”— her fingertip almost touched him.
“The head?” he prompted.
“The … head … is not the same above as below. It is smoothly curved above, then split into a heart shape beneath.”
“It is large because at the moment it is engorged with blood. That happened because your beauty and closeness physically arouse me. The ridge beneath the head is fashioned to create friction inside a female’s body.”
Antonia felt hot metallic threads inside her sheath pull taut. He heard her swift intake of breath.
“It is slightly curved to follow the curve inside a woman’s body.”
Adam watched her lick her lips, knowing her mouth had gone dry.
“It is not always this exaggerated size, of course. In an unaroused state the shaft becomes flaccid, the head becomes hooded by the foreskin, and it shrinks to less than half this size.”
He took hold of her hand to encourage her and guided it to his phallus. Suddenly her fingers were eager to touch, to feel, to learn everything. “It is so hard and rigid, it’s almost impossible to imagine it becoming soft.”
“After ejaculation it becomes soft,” he assured her.
“Ejaculation?” she questioned, her eyes serious in their quest for knowledge.
“When I manipulated the bud of your sex, you built until you experienced a climax. It is the same with me.” His fingers closed about hers so that they clasped his thick shaft. Then he worked her hand up and down a few times. “The friction of coitus ends in climax when my seed is ejaculated.”
Her green eyes widened as if a great mystery had been solved for her. She knew what coitus was. TheKama Sutrahad been titillatingly explicit. She knew they had not yet performed coitus.
“Does it hurt?” Her long fingers tightened about his upthrust sex until she could feel it pulsing with his heartbeat.
“Yes, it does ache and become painful if I am kept in a state of arousal without ejaculating.”
As they looked into each other’s eyes, each saw a flame leap high at the erotic state of their arousal. The words came and hung in the air; she could not call them back. “I want the curve of your scimiter to follow the curve inside my body.”