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“I don’t understand.”
“I’m going to ask you a few questions that only have a yes or no answer,” he explained.
She lifted her chin higher. “Okay.”
“Was Marco your first lover?”
“Yes.”
“Your only lover?”
“Yes.”
“Did he ever perform oral sex on you?”
“No.”
“Did you perform oral sex on him?”
“Yes.”
“A lot?”
“Yes.”
Not for the first time, Magnus wished Marco Carlucci was still alive so that he couldunalive the selfish bastard himself!
“I read somewhere that not everyone likes oral sex,” Sapphie burst out defensively at his silence. “Giving or receiving it,” she added awkwardly.
“But Marco liked receiving it?”
“Yes.”
“Did he ever attempt to give you the same pleasure?”
“No.”
Ordinarily, Magnus preferred not to comment on other people’s sexual preferences. But it sounded very much to him as if Marco Carlucci had been more than happy for Sapphie to provide for all his sexual needs, but he hadn’t bothered to do the same for her.
Sapphie said she’dread somewherethat not everyone liked to perform oral sex on their partner.
That she had felt a need to find out that information for herself spoke volumes. It also told Magnus that she’d probably been hurt that Carlucci hadn’t wanted to perform that intimate act with her.
The guy was a fucking idiot. Magnus had never tasted anything as delicious as Sapphie’s pussy juices.
No wonder she had seemed embarrassed when Magnus first began to kiss, suck, and lick her pussy.
She looked even more mortified by talking about those intimacies. But Magnus wanted to know more. Heneededto know more.
He studied her through narrowed lids. “Have you ever had anal sex?”
“No!”
He gave a rueful grin at how wide her eyes now were. “Don’t look so shocked. I’m told it’s enjoyable if done correctly.”
“Have you ever done it?”
He shook his head. “It’s a very intimate act and one that calls for great trust. I’ve never found anyone I was close enough to to want to try it.” Until now. Now Magnus knew that he wanted Sapphie in all ways. Every way. That he wanted to be so deep inside her, become apartof her, that they didn’t know where she ended and he began. “Have you even had an orgasm before tonight?” Something about the way she answered his questions told him that she hadn’t.
