Page 25 of Learning to Love

“If it’s upset you, then it isn’t silly, and I want to help.”

“I’m sure you do.” Elodie raises an eyebrow at me. “You want to help because you think it’s about sex.”

“Even if it isn’t, I still want to help. I don’t like seeing you upset. It hurts me here.” I place my hand on my chest over my heart.

Elodie watches the movement with interest.

“It really is silly.”

“Not if it involves you,” I reassure her.

“I’ve never had an orgasm that I haven’t given myself. I’ve been with a couple of men, but they never brought me to the point of no return.”

My mouth falls open.

How is this even possible?

I don’t know what to say.

Elodie gets to her feet. “See I told you it was silly.”

“It’s not.” I grab her hand before she can move away from me.

“I’m wondering if there’s something wrong with me.” She looks anywhere but directly at me.

Gently, I grasp my fingers around Elodie’s chin and get her to look at me. “It has nothing to do with you. It’s the men you were with. They didn’t know how to please you. Sometimes it happens. I’ll have you thrown in the royal dungeon if you repeat this, but I’m sure I’ve not satisfied every woman I’ve been with. Sometimes you just don’t fit together.”

“The great Prince Dalton of Janastria is not the sex god everyone thinks he is. Wow, I could probably make a fortune selling that story,” Elodie teases, and I am relieved to hear her laugh again.

“The dungeon is icy and damp. I might even have you put in a cage so you can’t do yoga.” I raise a warning eyebrow at her.

“You may take my yoga, but you’ll never take my breathing exercises.” Elodie winks at me.

“You little minx.” I pull her close to me and kiss her deeply.

When I pull back, I’m breathless. I feel nervous about asking the next question, but I know I’ll regret it if I don’t.

“Now that we’ve both called into question our sexual prowess, I think we need a demonstration.” I turn my head toward the bed that’s been set up on the deck for us to use if we want an afternoon nap. It has curtains around it to provide protection from the worst of the harmful ultraviolet rays.

“Let me taste you, Elodie. I promise nothing more. You have my word I won’t pressure you for anything else. Just let me show you that it’s not you but the man you’re with that makes the difference.”

“And what if you fail?” she questions, worry lines marring her pretty forehead.

“Then it will tell us more about each other and our compatibility. Isn’t that what the next few hours are about?”

Elodie looks at the bed and then at me before slowly climbing onto it as I walk around the mattress, closing the curtains to give us privacy. I don’t take my eyes off her as she lies down on her back with a pillow under her head. She watches me the entire time as well. The scorching heat of the hot day intensifies as I close the last curtain behind me and climb onto the bed.

“If you want me to stop at any point, you just say. I won’t pressure you at all.”

“I will.”

My lips meet Elodie’s, and I devour her mouth in a passionate frenzy while my hands lower down her body. They trace the outline of her breasts in the teal bikini. Her nipples pebble beneath the damp fabric. I don’t remove her top. I only have one goal in my exploits today, and that is to feast on her.

My lips part from hers, and I kiss and tenderly bite my way down her body until I’m at the apex between her thighs. I can smell her arousal through the fabric of her bikini bottoms. It’s intoxicating to my senses, and nothing like I’ve experienced before. I wrap my fingers around the waistband and lower the bottoms down her muscular legs, defined by endless hours of yoga. Her pussy is neatly shaved but not bare, which is the tradition for the debutantes at court. I prefer a woman to be natural, though.

With soft strokes, I trace my fingers through her folds, focusing my attention on her beautiful pussy. I feel the heat of Elodie’s gaze on me, and I look up to see her hooded eyes following my every movement. Her cheeks are flushed, and she grips the sheets of the bed, her fingernails painted the same color as her bikini.

“Dalton, please,” she begs, and I know I’m already having an effect on her. My dick hardens in my swimming trunks, but I ignore him. I’ll cool off with a swim after showing Elodie we are right for each other.

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