But this time as his hands explored her, Divana did some exploring of her own. She delighted in the sleek softness of his skin contrasting with the curls on his chest, and when he took her breast in his mouth, she teased his teat with thumb and forefinger. By his rumbling moan, he liked it.

“Squeeze,” he said before his tongue swirled around her tender flesh.

Divana reveled in the delight of his moan as she teased him. Next she trailed her fingers down his body and smoothed them over his triangle of tawny hair, just as he was doing to her. Oh, goodness, he was right. It was so much more invigorating to feel him—to watch the pleasure on his face. When he slid his finger lower—to the place where she didn’t even dare to touch—she bit her lip and stared at his member while her breath grew ragged.

“Go on,” he said, his voice deep and raspy.

With one finger she touched him, then gasped. “Tis rock hard, but soft as velvet.”

He took her hand and wrapped her fingers around his shaft. “Grip it firm but do not squeeze, then slide up and down from root to tip.”

“’Tis moist at the top.”

He nuzzled her neck and slipped a finger inside her. “Because I want to be here.”

Twice she’d tried to present her bum to him, and twice he’d indicated it was an indelicate position. What did he want? “Show me.”

Chuckling, he moved between her thighs. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Hadn’t she been asking all along?

“The question is,” he continued, rubbing his member along her slick channel, “how much do you want this?”

She dug her fingers into his buttocks, arching up to him, needing more friction. “Ye ken how much I want ye…inside me.” Had those naughty words actually escaped her lips? Yes, she wanted him with every fiber of her body. She wanted him more than she’d ever wanted anything in her life, and by the way he was rubbing up and down, he’d soon be sending her over the edge just as he’d done with his tongue. “Please.”

Suddenly, he entered her—but it wasn’t like his fingers. He more than filled her as she stretched to receive him. “See?” She panted. “’Tisn’t all that bad.”

“But there’s a lot more to go.”

“More?” she squeaked.

“Are you ready?”

She gripped him, arching her back. “I am.”

And then he broke through. Hot pain seared inside her as she hissed and clenched her teeth.

He held very still, his features stretched. “Does it hurt overmuch?”

She moved her hips. “’Tis a good kind of pain.”

“I’ll try to go slow.”