Lisa lifted her hips instinctively when he continued to push the material along, allowing him to slip it down off her bottom and past her thighs. Robert paused to remove it completely then, sitting back on his haunches to the side of her to slip the material down her legs and off her feet. Then he tossed the gauzy material to the floor and turned back to peer at her.

Suddenly self-conscious, Lisa tried to cover herself; one arm moving to cross over her breasts, while her other hand dropped between her legs. For some reason the shy action made Robert smile. And then he clasped one ankle and lifted her leg, raising it up and over his head so that he knelt between her legs.

“Robert?” she said uncertainly, sure he was now going to do what one of the books she’d read had described as planting his victory flag in her turf. When he suddenly shifted and sort of dove forward, she braced herself, but he didn’t land on top of her, planting his flag. In fact, he didn’t land on top of her at all. He fell short, his shoulders coming down between her knees and his head dropping between her thighs.

Lisa thought it was an accident. That he’d simply undershot, so was shocked when he suddenly pressed her thighs farther apart and planted his mouth over the core of her.

For one moment she was confused and didn’t know what was happening. Then she cried out and bucked as he spread her folds and his tongue lashed over her most secret place. This was just not—none of the books had mentioned—dear God! Her mind screamed with confusion, but mostly with the pleasure he was wringing from her. He was doing things to her that—hell, she wasn’t even sure what he was doing. All she was really aware of was a terrible, overwhelming pleasure shooting from the center of her and swelling with terrifying speed. Her body was suddenly shaking and rocking, her blood roaring in her ears, as she arched and thrust into a caress she’d never come across in all of her reading.

Lisa groaned as he continued to lave and suckle, and drew her knees up. She then dug her heels into the bed and pushed, raising herself slightly into whatever he was doing. She was vaguely aware that she was making little noises, pleading sounds and prayers, but if asked wouldn’t have known what she was saying. Her mind was completely focused on her pleasure.