Page 72 of A Lesson In Beginning

“What?”

“You heard me.” His hand tucked my hair behind my ear and I watched as his hands slid down to his side, refraining from touching me with what seemed to be great difficulty.

“I’ve never done that before.”

“Never done what before? Taken a man’s pants off?”

“Well, yes, but also…”

“What?”

“I’ve never seen a man fully naked before. I mean, I saw flashes of it at The Temple, of course, but that wasn’t the same. Not like this.”

“But you were married before…” He trailed off, confusion marring his handsome features.

“Yes, I was. And what was commanded by God was done in the dark, between the sheets, and with only our lower portions of clothing removed, enough to enact God’s will.”

“Christ, Adah. You don’t have to —”

“No! No, I can. Just… be patient with me.”

“I have all the patience in the world. Take all the time you need.”

“And it will please you?”

“Like you have no idea.”

“Okay, then.”

With a deep, cleansing breath to give me courage, I laid my hands on his chest again, feeling his heartbeat, and trying to slow my own to match. My hands slid lower towards his navel. I plucked up the courage to go further, leaning forward to press a kiss against the top of his abdomen, about as high as I could reach without lifting onto my tip-toes.

“Fuck.”

“Shush.” I scolded him with a smile I was certain he could feel against his skin.

“Hey, I’m the Dom, here.”

“So?”

“So, I give the orders — fuck me.” My fingers drew a line around the waistline of his pants, teasing him just a little.

“You were saying?”

“Nothing. I was saying nothing; please continue.” I kissed him again, peppering small, slow kisses along his stomach as my fingers slipped the button of his pants undone. I let my fingertips slide inside, circling around his hips until I could press the material down. His jeans pooled on the floor around his feet. His stomach trembled beneath my lips as he took in a shuddery breath.

He was wearing tight fitting boxers that hugged every part of him, including his erection, which jutted out quite far — much further than I had thought. There would be no way to just let the boxers fall to the floor as his jeans had.

I slipped my fingertips beneath the waistband, sliding them down just a little as I knelt before him.

“Christ have mercy, this is going to kill me.”

“Did I hurt you?” He shook his head as I looked up at him from my kneeling position on the floor. He looked down with such hunger in his gaze, I could feel my own panties grow wet. His hands clenched tightly at his side; he raised one to his mouth, biting the side of his knuckles as I pulled the boxers away from his erection and slid them down his muscular legs, baring him completely to me.

My hands slid down his hips and to his muscular thighs, making him groan. Leaning forward, he grasped me by the upper arms, hauling me back up to standing before I could do any more exploring.

“I changed my mind.” His nearly growled words were final as his lips claimed mine, desperate and passionate. Stumbling in the low lamplight, we made our way to the bed. He laid down on his back, pulling me onto the bed with him so as not to break our kiss for even a moment. He pulled me, urging me to straddle him as I had downstairs on the sofa, but this was different. This time, he was completely naked.

“Straddle me, love. Kiss me again and explore me.”

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