“I had a bit of a mishap,” I replied sheepishly, peeking at him from under my arm. My body was cooling from the lack of stimulation and the conversation.

“Yer alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

He was still staring at my pussy, and it began to get a little annoying.

“Are we done? It’s getting a little cold in here.”

His head whipped up in surprise and I glared at him. Couldn’t he tell that I was getting embarrassed?

“It’ll grow back!” I huffed in annoyance.

“No.”

“No?”

“It’s…” His fingertips traced down and over me, making me jolt. “Don’t let it grow.”

My body began to heat again as he traced over me gently, and goose bumps popped out all over. He slid back on his knees until my legs were propped up over his thighs, and suddenly his fingers were moving farther down and sliding through the slickness.

“Lovely,” he whispered.

“Lovely,” I groaned back, my hips tilting upward to give me better access.

“Are ye nervous?” he asked, barely sliding his index finger inside me before pulling it out again and repeating the motion. He leaned down to kiss my sternum, and I slid my fingers through his hair.

“No, I’m ready.”

“Not yet, but ye will be.”

His lips slid down my belly as the rest of his body slipped to the floor, and then he was gripping my thighs and pulling me down until my ass hit the edge of the bed. I wasn’t sure what he was doing, but I had an idea, and any reservations I may have had were gone as he looked at me hungrily.

“Why do you keep staring?” I asked quietly, propping myself up on my elbows.

“I’ve only seen dis in magazines.”

“You’ve seen other women before.”

“Not bare ones… and don’t bring up ot’er women in our bed.”

“It’s not a big deal.”

“It is to me.” He leaned down and ran his lips over the skin between my legs, making me arch sharply as he pulled away.

“De possibilities are endless,” he said, pressing my legs farther apart until the sides of my knees almost touched the sheets. “If ye’d not shaved it off, I could still do dis—” He swiped his tongue up the center of me, making the muscles in my pussy clench hard. “And I could still do dis—” Then he flattened his tongue and rubbed it strongly against my clit.

“Oh, my God.”

“But it wouldn’t feel de same if I did dis—” He sucked one of my lips into his mouth and rubbed his tongue across it at the same time, ending with a small bite against my flesh that made me jump.

“I can see everyt’in’. Feel all dis soft skin,” he murmured against me. Then he opened his mouth as wide as it could go and pressed it over my entire pussy, sucking gently. I could feel it everywhere, and my arms started to shake, but I kept them planted in the bed so I could continue to watch him.

His eyes were shut tight as he closed his mouth, rubbing his lips against me, but they opened back up when my hips began to roll beneath him. Everything he was doing felt so good, but I needed more. I needed something inside me. I needed friction. I needed something. I was panting as he lifted his face, pursing his lips to place a gentle kiss on my clit.

“Are ye ready?”

Before I could answer him, his face dropped again, and this time I wasn’t able to hold myself up and fell to the bed.

His tongue rubbed small circles over my clit, bringing my orgasm closer and closer as his thumbs rubbed up and down the sides of my opening, the skin so slick that there was virtually no friction. Each time they came closer and closer to the center of me, until suddenly, one slipped barely inside.

My hips rocked against him as he turned his hand, then suddenly his thumb was gone and he’d slid his index finger all the way inside. I ignored the small pinch I felt as I got closer and closer, and my neck arched as he groaned against me. Finally, his other hand came to my belly, pressing down as if to brace me, and I shattered, yelling as I came.

I lay there boneless as he moved to his feet, only my eyes following the movement. He stripped his boxers off quickly, then leaned over me to smile at my dazed expression. He grabbed me beneath the arms and pulled me up the bed as I did nothing to help, and I smiled back as he climbed up between my legs.

“Yer not even goin’ to look?” he teased, taking a hold of each knee so he could spread me wide.

“I think it’s better if I don’t see it beforehand. That way we won’t be dealing with my virginal shock and awe and questions of ‘how on earth will you fit?’ ”

“Ye’ve been readin’ too many romance novels.”

“I needed some tips.”

“Don’t be nervous.”

“I’m not.”

“Dat’s why yer hands are shakin’?”

He grabbed one of the shaking hands in question, and raised it to his lips, kissing it gently before bringing it down between us.

“Feel how wet ye are,” he said, running both of our fingers over my sensitive flesh. “Lovely.”

“Lovely.”

“Remember what I told ye? Ye’ll take me easily wit’ dis.”

“I’m not nervous.”

“Okay,” he answered with a tender smile, letting go of my hand. Then he moved his body on top of mine more fully, bracing his forearm at my shoulder as I wrapped my arms around his back. His hand stayed between us, directing his cock to the correct angle, and then suddenly he was there.