the red blood cells for more vital activity.” He began to walk her backward toward the bed.
“Are you sure that this is all right? You are not well. Are you sure it won’t hurt you?”
“It won’t hurt me.” He turned completely serious for the first time. “You do know that, if it has been a while, it may hurt you, don’t you?”
She nodded against his neck, deciding against telling him anything that might spoil the moment.
“Not enough to warrant anesthesia,” he murmured as he continued to walk her backward to the bedroom.
She pressed closer as a giggle slipped out.
“I thought you told me you couldn’t giggle,” he grumbled as he removed the rest of his clothes.
“Aren’t there any more different kisses?” She pouted.
“Just one, a shared one asking permission and giving consent.” He molded her body to his and let her feel the heaviness of his arousal against her stomach as he plundered her mouth and rejoiced in her acceptance. He lowered them both to the crisp white sheet and, with his fingers and mouth, started learning her body. Sliding on top of her, he began to move, taking her with him, until they were joined as one.
“Iyi,” Janan murmured as she slid her hands down the smooth, warm length of his back, over his taut buttocks, and then wrapped her arms around his waist holding him close.
Without opening his eyes, he asked, “And exactly what does ‘iyi’ mean?”
“It means good, very nice, well done,” she whispered.
“Well done?” he said, sucking on the lobe of one perfect ear as he rolled onto his side, taking her with him. “May I ask what you were using for comparison?”
“I didn’t have anything to compare it to but ‘iyi’ means well done in relation to what one expected.” She tried to explain between irregular gulps of air.
“Was it what you expected?” he asked as he felt his body begin to harden again and he turned them both so that her incredibly delicious body was on top of him.
“I didn’t know what to expect.” She pressed her face into the curve of his shoulder to conceal the blush creeping over her. “It was glorious,” she whispered against his chest, “I didn’t know that my whole body would sing.”
“I didn’t know what to expect either,” he said as he held her closer. When she didn’t say anything but burrowed deeper into his arms, he continued, “Not that I am complaining, mind you, but I believe it’s customary for a lady to inform a gentleman in advance if it is likely that he will encounter a barrier.”
Lifting her head to meet the black gleam of his gaze, she said, “Would it have changed anything?”
“I might have offered more vigorously to do the honorable thing,” he said as he slowly slid his hands down her back. He felt her smile against his throat and growled, “But probably not.”
“You have the most beautiful dimples,” he murmured as he molded her on top of him so that he was covered from head to toe with her silky body. “Dimples of Venus,” he said, stoking the curves of her back.
“I didn’t know I had any dimples.”
“Well, you have two.” He slid a hand lower, over the small of her back to rest just above the curve of her buttocks. “In Latin, they are Fossae Lumbales Laterales, lateral lumbar indentations, but I like Dimples of Venus better.” He chuckled. “I remember the day we learned about them in Anatomy. We all underlined the words but I never dreamed that I would be lucky enough to encounter such beautiful ones. He licked the rim of her ear. “See how perfectly my fingers fit,” he said, placing his thumbs around the front of her hips and letting his fingertips fill the dimples on her back as he arranged her more precisely on top of him. “I think the Gods made them so that man could hold on as he enters paradise on earth.”
She smiled as she slid a finger across his chin. “You have a dimple, too. Right here in the middle of your chin.”
“Please! It’s a cleft, not a dimple. They are passed down from father to son and cause lots of problems in shaving.”
She smiled lazily. “I love it here but maybe I am too heavy?”
“You are perfect.” He rocked her into a better position. “Perfect in every way.”
“She raised her head. ‘You’re not going to . . .?”
“I am not sure that I got it right the first time,” he