Page 21 of The Duke of Ruin
“Then I suppose I should start. What do I do?”
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “This is going to involve your sex. Or we can call it your pussy. Or your cunny. It has a variety of names. Do you have a preference?”
Heat flooded her face. “I don’t.” She resisted the urge to turn and hide from him. No, she was going to do this.
“Put your hand on it—your sex,” he clarified.
Diana reached down beneath the blanket and gently touched between her legs. “Should I lift my night rail?”
“Yes.”
She did that and rested her hand against her curls. A mixture of embarrassment and curiosity set her nerves rattling.
“Now, there are parts to your cunny. Would you like to know what they are?”
“If I must.”
He smiled again. “It would help. There are lips on the outside. They shield what you protect on the inside.”
Lips…she supposed that made sense.
“Touch them. You’ll need to part your legs a bit. Truthfully, the more you part your legs, the more you may enjoy it.”
The heat that had just begun to fade from her face came rushing back. She faltered. “I don’t…”
“Do you want me to help?” The question was so low, she barely heard it.
She couldn’t bring herself to make the words, so she nodded.
His free hand moved beneath the blanket, and he found her hand. “Part your legs, just a bit, and open those folds.”
Folds. Lips. The vocabulary began to jumble in her brain.
But then his hand guided her, his fingers moving over her fingers, parting her flesh. She gasped. “I’m…wet. Is that normal?”
“That’s not just normal, that’s wonderful. That wetness is what helps a man’s cock—sorry, another word for you—glide inside. It will also increase your pleasure. When there’s no moisture, it’s not very pleasant.”
She tried to imagine a—cock—sliding into her, and that heat that had suffused her face flushed through the rest of her body. Her pelvis twitched, and she suddenly wanted to press her fingers inside herself.
He seemed to know because that was what he guided her to do. Positioning his index finger over hers, he pushed hers inside, causing her to gasp once more. “That should feel pleasant at least.”
“It feels… I-I don’t know what it feels like.” She was caught in wonder, trying—and failing—to understand everything. And her control was slipping.
“The most important part of your anatomy here is this.” He guided her finger up to the top of her sex, where the…lips ended. “This is your clitoris. If you just rub this, you might even orgasm—without putting your finger inside. Some women do.”
She squinted up at him. “You have a great deal of experience.”
His expression turned wry. “A fair amount.”
Diana felt a burst of irrational jealousy. “Have you done this before?”
“Taught a woman to pleasure herself? No, Diana, this is a first.”
He’d called her Diana. She should be shocked, but that seemed laughable given their current state. Instead, it had sounded like a caress, and only served to heighten her desire. Yes, desire. She wanted this.
“What do I do to make that happen?”
He swallowed again, and she realized his breathing was a bit shallow. Was he all right?
