Free Curio by Cara McKenna Page B

end?”
    “Typically, yes. You tease me for long enough and my body grows impatient and greedy.”
    A greedy Didier intrigues me greatly. For a long time I stroked him, liking the heat of his palm on my breast. I didn’t want to feel fiddled with , and I didn’t. I felt comforted. As my confidence with touching him grew, my mind wandered to what else I might do with this cock. What might bring him to that greedy, frantic state…
    “I know you said oral sex is more intimate than intercourse.”
    “You do not agree?”
    I laughed. “I’m not one to ask. But I’ve never had a man before, either way. And actually losing my virginity feels like a bigger deal. I mean, I might still be intact, down there.”
    His brows rose, curious. “You think so?”
    “Maybe. Possibly.” The science behind hymen preservation had always struck me as murky. Tampons, sure. Horseback riding, minimal and non-vigorous. Could I have made it to thirty, my seal unbroken? The curious look on Didier’s face made me hope so. Such an old-fashioned notion of purity and ruin seemed fitting in this old-fashioned place, with its old-fashioned objects. Didier and his timeless, classical beauty.
    “You do not use any toys by yourself?” he asked.
    “Not inside me. I always thought I should save that. Since it’s been so long already.”
    “Well.”
    I nodded. “So that kind of feels like, I don’t know. The grand finale.”
    “I understand.”
    “But you do… You like going down on women, right?”
    He grinned and released my breast, propping an elbow against the back of the couch and leaning back. “Very much. Perhaps that is why I save it for last.”
    Heat trickled down my neck through my chest and belly to my cunt. I’d happily be Didier’s dessert, if that was how he felt about the act.
    “You’re blushing.”
    “Yes, I am.”
    “Was I too bold?” he asked.
    “No, I like what you said.”
    “If I can make you blush just talking about this, I cannot wait to know what the actual caress will do to you.”
    “I’d like to find out. Some night.”
    “Some night?”
    “Yeah. Maybe tonight… I’m not sure.” All my clothes were still on and I wasn’t sure if I was ready to go to the same base Didier had allowed me to take him. But I was here to find out.
    “Could we go to your room?”
    “Of course.”
    I let him go and he stood to refasten his pants.
    “Candles?” he asked.
    “Please.”
    The card table was in its place behind the couch and he carried it with us to his room. I sat and watched him light the many wicks, his exquisite face golden in the multiplying glow.
    He turned to me as he shook the match. “More kissing?”
    I nodded. “And could you maybe take your clothes off? Except your underwear.”
    He slid his open shirt from his shoulders and dropped his slacks. He was still hard from what I’d done to him, erection curved to one side behind the silk. More of that sticky, self-satisfied pleasure filled me, banishing the nerves.
    “Could you sit here?” I patted the center of the mattress.
    Didier did as I asked, facing the head of the bed, and I arranged his long legs as I wanted them, in a V. Mindful of my dress, I scooted close, also in a V, with my legs draped over his. Mirrored this way, I felt vulnerable but equal. I edged even closer, enough that my hem gathered against his straining cock, our crotches still two or three inches apart.
    Didier ran his palms over my calves and knees, smiling. “I like this. Feeling your body against mine.”
    I liked it too, my smooth legs pressed to his manly ones. I imagined more, both of us naked. I kept the idea in mind as I touched his face and his mouth lowered to mine.
    Every time we kiss, it feels different. New, exciting, dangerous, sweet, and now fond. I’d never before felt mastery over any of the men I’ve kissed, the sort of confidence that practice and familiarity breed. With Didier I was beginning to. He dominates just enough for you to kiss him back,