He climbed back onto the bed and assumed the position she’d told him to take a few minutes earlier. She moved to his side, her gaze devouring the length of his body. Sweeping her eyes from his large feet over his muscled calves and thighs, she spent a moment appreciating his cock before traveling upward to enjoy the planes of his abdomen and chest. When she at last settled on his face, she saw that he was watching her too. His lips were parted as he drew rapid breaths. His eyes were glazed with desire, the lids drooping in sensual promise.

Evie straddled his thighs as she wrapped her hand around his shaft once more. Pushing back his foreskin, she ran her thumb over the tip, feeling the moisture there. She’d already placed a sponge inside herself so she wouldn’t have to ask him to pull out of her body.

“Another time, I’ll take you in my mouth and suck you until you come. Would you like that?”

He stared up at her, his eyes slitted. “I will like everything and anything you wish to do to me.”

“What I want is to ride you.”

“Can I touch you first? Your sex, I mean.”

She took his hand and pressed it at the apex of her sheath. “This is the clitoris. It’s where I feel the most pleasure. There’s friction against it when we come together. You can also use your hand.”

“What about when you masturbate? What do you do?” He smiled briefly. “Perhaps I shouldn’t assume you pleasure yourself.”

“Of course I do.” It was how she found the most pleasure. Until now, perhaps. “I even have implements I can use to help.”

“Will you show me sometime?”

“If you’d like.” An image of him using one of them on her, of him bringing her to orgasm brought a fresh flood of desire. “Rub your fingers against me there.” She showed him how.

The heel of his hand brushed against her pelvis as he worked his fingers on her. “What about me putting my mouth on you? I understand that is pleasurable?”

“Usually.” If the gentleman knew what he was doing.

“You can show me how another time. The more I touch you, the more I think about tasting you.” His finger slid lower. “You’re wet.”

She couldn’t help smirking. “Quite. That comes with arousal and will make our coupling that much more enjoyable.” She’d learned over the years to use things to help with lubrication when necessary, which in her line of work had been not infrequent.

He moved even lower on her sex, his finger sliding slightly into her sex. Her muscles clenched, and she nearly pressed down to take him inside her. She also moaned softly.

“You like that?”

“Yes. I’d like more. Put your finger inside me.” She looked into his eyes, and their gazes held as he did what she said.