“I’m leopard. I like to use my teeth and you’re very . . . bitable.”

She blushed again and squirmed a little, her hips shifting restlessly. He smiled at her, although he felt like smirking. She liked his teeth and the way he talked to her. He rolled off the bed and padded on bare feet to the small bathroom in the safe room. He washed himself thoroughly and then got a washcloth wet with warm water. He went back to her, watching her face. She had her eyes on his cock. The desire made him go from semi-hard to hard instantly.

“Spread your legs wider for me,” he instructed.

She complied immediately, reaching for his belly, trailing her fingertips there, just above the head of his now pulsing cock. He washed her carefully, looking for signs of damage. He was as gentle as possible, taking his time, enjoying the look on her face and the way her fingers drifted down his belly to outline his cock.

“Are you shy about touching me?”

She shook her head but then nodded. “Maybe a little.”

“Remember when I said my body belonged to you? I meant it. Whatever you want to do, I’m here for you.”

“What if I don’t know what to do?”

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the tiny curls covering her mound. “Then I’ll give you instructions. I’m going to shave you. Right now.”

She squirmed again. “You are?”

He slid off the bed, went back to the bathroom and returned with shaving cream, towels, a razor and water. “While you tell me what you’d like to do to me.”

She swallowed hard. “Fyodor. I don’ know if I can do that.”

“It’s just me here with you, malyutka, your man. If we’re going to have the best sex life possible, we have to be able to talk.”

He placed a thick pillow under her bottom to raise her hips, rubbed his palm over her mound and then pressed a kiss over the short curls again. “I might miss these, but I want you to feel every single sensation I can give you with my mouth.” He spread the shaving cream over her mound lavishly. “Keep still while I do this and keep your legs wide apart for me.”

She did so, her eyes on his face. “I want you to feel every sensation I can give you with my mouth,” she said, her voice no more than a whisper.

His gaze jumped to hers, his heart beating right through his cock, and then he looked down at what he was doing. He found it sexy, sitting on the bed with her, taking a razor to her most private area, with her talking about her mouth on him. He rinsed the blade in the water and returned to his project.

“What will you do with your mouth?” he prompted her.