she asked, “Are they all this big?”
He snorted at her reaction. “Up here? On this ship? Yes.”
She stared at his penis for a moment before turning doubtful. “I don’t think this is going to work, sir. I mean...look.”
He bit back a groan as she measured his shaft with her hands and then placed them against her own body, showing him just how deep the length of him would be once he was inside her. “It will work,” he assured her. “We’ll take it easy.”
She remained unconvinced but nodded nonetheless. Taking hold of his underwear, she dragged them down his thighs and off his legs, placing them on top of his pants. She sat back on her heels, her palms naturally resting on her knees in a submissive pose that made his heart race. She smiled shyly up at him, and he didn’t even try to hold back.
“You’re utterly fucking perfect.” He wanted her to know how special she was to him. “Absolutely perfect.”
Blushing, she lowered her gaze. “Sir...”
He silenced her protest with a stroke of his fingers down her cheek. “Believe what I tell you, Brook. I won’t ever lie to you. In here, especially, we have to trust each other. We have to be honest. Can you promise me that?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl. Now, stand up and turn around for me.”
She did as he asked, rising gracefully from the floor and pivoting away from him to face the mirror. He placed his hands on her waist and gently guided her back toward the chair. She placed her trust in him as he lowered her down onto his lap and draped her legs over his thighs. He shifted and moved his cock between their bodies, pressed against her bottom and lower back, keeping it out of the way so he could concentrate only on her.
He could feel her breathing faster, shallower. She met his gaze in the mirror directly in front of them. Her skin had flushed a dark shade of pink at the realization that he could see all of her secret places. She leaned back against him, turning her head to look up at him, and he lowered his face until their lips met in a sensual kiss. He let his hands roam her body, caressing up her belly and chest to cup her breasts. “Have you ever been this far with another man?”
“No,” she answered breathlessly.
“If I do something that makes you uncomfortable, I want you to tell me.” He held her gaze in the mirror to make sure she understood. “It won’t upset me in any way if you tell me to stop.”
She placed her smaller hands over his. “What if I ask you not to stop?”
“Then I definitely won’t,” he murmured against her lips. She met his seeking kiss with a grin that made him want her even more. He brushed his thumbs over her nipples and asked, “Do you touch yourself? Make yourself come?”
“Sir!” she gasped against his mouth as her face turned bright red.
“It’s not shameful, Brook. It’s a normal, healthy thing to do.” He slid his hands down her ribcage and then her lower belly. “We’re supposed to enjoy our bodies.” He moved his hands to her thighs, stroking down toward her knees before sweeping back up toward her belly. “If you can show me how you like to be touched, we can enjoy our bodies together.”
As if overcome with embarrassment, she buried her face in his neck. He stroked her soft skin until she finally admitted, “I try sometimes, but it doesn’t ever happen.”
“It? You mean an orgasm?”
She nodded against his neck. “It feels good, but I think I’m doing it wrong.”
He had a feeling she was too wound up to let go. “Show me.”
Still keeping her face shielded, she shook her head. “I can’t.”
“How about I touch you, and you tell me what feels good and what doesn’t?” He kept his hands on her upper thighs. “Is that okay?”
“Yes.”
Wanting to set her at ease, he caressed her thighs and placed light kisses along her neck. She sighed and nuzzled into him, her plump lips grazing against the pulsing vein in his throat. He let his hands glide higher, sweeping up to her belly and breasts and then back down to her thighs. He turned them as traveled back up her body, letting his fingers run along the curve of her inner thighs. She inhaled a shaky breath as he drew closer to her pussy, but he switched the motion at the