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Ian snorted inelegantly as he tried not to laugh. “Ah, I think I can control my rutting beast tendencies if you can. As for whether or not I’m any good at it, well, you can be the judge.” He started to lean in to her.

“What does Derek say?” Sophie asked ingeniously. “I saw you kiss him this

morning.”

Ian stuttered to a stop and closed his eyes. It was beginning to feel as if there were three of them in this bed even if Derek was not actually present. Sophie’s curiosity about his and Derek’s physical relationship was making Ian as lustful as Sophie’s dreaded rutting beast.

“Derek is rather fond of my kisses.” Ian could hear how hoarse he sounded, desire clogging his throat. He hadn’t even kissed her yet, had hardly touched her and his cock was hard and throbbing. He’d never been with anyone as innocent as Sophie, and he found the idea of being the one to educate her incredibly arousing.

Sophie looked up into his eyes, unconsciously acting the coquette. “Kiss me, Ian.

Let me see.”

Ian began to move again, closing the distance between their lips quickly, before Sophie could change her mind. The first touch of his mouth on hers was tentative, soft, tender. She held very still, her lips pliant. Ian ran his lips over hers, nibbled on them by gently pulling one of her lips between his and sucking. He explored every inch of her lips without using his tongue or teeth in any way. The kiss was as innocent as he could make it, and Sophie’s entire body relaxed next to him in response.

Sophie’s surrender encouraged Ian to deepen the kiss. “Open for me, Sophie,” he whispered against her lips, “open your mouth for me so I may kiss you like a lover.”

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Sophie’s eyes opened slowly and she blinked as if she’d been in a daze. “What?

How,” she stopped and licked her lips and Ian had to stop the groan in his throat, “how do lovers kiss?”

“With their whole mouth, Sophie.” Ian softly kissed her jaw and Sophie

unconsciously arched her neck to give him more access. “I want to taste you, put my tongue in your mouth and rub it on yours, explore the sweetness and the texture of you.”

Sophie gasped. “I don’t know,” she said, her voice wavering.

Ian kissed her cheek tenderly, then pressed his own cheek to it. “Please, Sophie, please.”

She turned her head toward him and her lips parted as they stared into each other’s eyes. It was all the invitation Ian needed. He pressed his lips to hers hard enough to force her lips farther apart and then swept his tongue into the warm cavern of her mouth. Over the years he had learned a great deal about kissing from Derek, who was a connoisseur. Very slowly Ian moved his tongue around Sophie’s mouth, tasting her and letting her taste him. He didn’t give her too much tongue, he didn’t wish to frighten her. But he gave her more than he might give another inexperienced virgin. He wanted her, and he wanted her to know that. He was showing her that desire was not

something she needed to fear, but something that she should embrace and explore with him—something that would give her great pleasure.

Sophie tasted fresh and clean, with a hint of wine and mint. Her mouth was soft, and Ian hummed appreciatively as he ran his tongue over the soft flesh of her inner cheek. After the velvet softness of her cheek he felt the sharp edges of her teeth and unexpectedly imagined those teeth biting into him in her passion. The image burned a shiver of lust down his spine. As he tried to rein in his passion, Sophie’s tongue suddenly moved tentatively against his. Ian squeezed his eyes shut against the hot burst of excitement that made his cock twitch. He fisted his hands until his fingernails bit into his palms, but he managed to keep the kiss from escalating into the forceful passion his body was demanding.

By the time Ian broke the kiss, Sophie was a willing participant and had proven to be an apt pupil. It seemed as if they’d kissed for hours, but the slow torture of the wait was worth it. Sophie was completely relaxed, and if Ian were any judge of a woman’s desire, and he thought he was a good one, she was becoming aroused. When he pulled his mouth away, Sophie came up slightly off the bed, her lips following his. He lessened the abruptness of his departure from her mouth by bestowing small, wet kisses across her jaw and neck, kisses that had her arching her neck again.

“What now, Sophie?” he asked softly as he nuzzled behind her ear. “What do you

want to do to me now?” Ian asked the question very deliberately. He wanted Sophie to feel that she was in charge. He could feel her surprise at the question, but released his held breath when she didn’t tense up in fear at what they’d done, or what they might move on to.

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“I’m not really sure where to go from here, Ian,” she said breathlessly as he nibbled her earlobe with his lips. “I’d certainly entertain any suggestions you might offer.”

Ian hid his smile in her neck. “Well, I’d like to feel your skin, Sophie. Would you like to feel mine? Taste mine?”

“T-taste yours?” Sophie stuttered. “What do you mean?”

“Like this,” Ian whispered and then he ran his tongue down her neck to her

shoulder, nudging the strap of her chemise slightly down onto her arm. He rested his lips on the exposed skin in an openmouthed kiss, his tongue swirling teasingly against the sharp bone there. He sucked gently and Sophie shifted uncertainly beneath him.

“You taste salty and sweet,” Ian whispered into her ear, “a little like the jasmine perfume you wear. And your skin is so soft, it’s like silk on my tongue.”

“Oh,” Sophie breathed.

“Taste me, Sophie,” Ian pleaded softly, and he arched his neck over her mouth. He nearly wept with pleasure when he felt her tongue tentatively swipe his neck where his pulse beat so frantically.

“Like that?” Sophie asked, her uncertainty clear.

“Oh yes, darling, just like that,” Ian told her fervently. “More, Sophie, taste me some more.”

She licked over his neck, starting at that beating pulse, over his Adam’s apple and down to the hollow between his collarbones, just beneath the opening in his shirt. She sucked the skin there and Ian couldn’t stop his moan. Sophie instantly pulled back.

“Have I hurt you?” she asked worriedly.

Ian shook his head and came down lower over her until her lips were nestled in the soft, tender area behind his ear. He loved it when Derek licked him there. “No, Sophie, it feels so good. More. Lick me there, right below my ear. Yes, yes, Sophie, like that,” he gasped as she did as he asked.

“You taste salty too,” Sophie whispered in wonder, “and spicy. You smell spicy too.

Oh, Ian, you taste so good.” Her tongue swept the spot again and he shivered. “Your skin is so soft here,” she moved her head and licked the hollow of his throat again, “and here. But your neck has beard stubble.” She rubbed her nose against his neck and giggled, and Ian was completely lost.

He reared back and her hands fell away from him. She gave a little squeak and Ian tried to temper his frantic movements but he was hard and aching, he wanted her so much. At that moment all he could think was how much he wanted her mouth on more of him. He ripped his shirt open and tugged on it clumsily, trying to get it off.

“I want more, Sophie. I want to feel your mouth on more of me. Please don’t be

afraid.” He finally got the shirt off and threw it away in disgust. He looked at Sophie and was so happy to see that she didn’t look frightened that he visibly slouched down in relief with a sigh. “Please, Sophie.” He lay down next to her and turned his head to 115

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look at her. “Please kiss my chest, taste me here.” He rubbed his fingers over his nipples. “Suck me here.”

Sophie came up on one elbow next to him with a small frown. “Well, all right, Ian, if that’s what you want.” She leaned down to kiss him but Ian stopped her with a hand on her cheek.

“Is it what you want, Sophie?” It killed him to ask, to give her the opportunity to pull away, but he had to. It was imperative she feel in control.

She looked surprised for a moment and then shyly looked at him from beneath her lashes. “Yes,” she whispered. She frowned in confusion for a second. “Yes, I really do want to.” She looked at Ian for another moment. “You know you’re really beautiful, Ian.

I thought this morning that Derek was the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, but you are really quite beautiful too.”

Ian closed his eyes in relief, but they flew open again as he felt Sophie lick his nipple. He clutched the bedcover beneath him. She inexpertly licked and kissed the aroused point, and then took it in her mouth and sucked on it. Despite her lack of expertise, Ian nearly came off the bed it felt so deliriously good. He bit his lip and moaned. Sophie pulled back to look at him, a frown furrowing her forehead.

“That means it feels good, right?” she asked him haltingly. “When you did that

before it was because you liked it.”

Ian choked out a laugh and tugged her head back down. “Yes, I definitely like it.”

He continued to like it as Sophie bent to her task with dedication. She licked every inch of his chest and stomach, her tongue following the lines of his muscles, tickling his ribs.

Her teeth nibbled and her mouth sucked. She paid special attention to his nipples, and Ian was nearly thrashing with desire when she literally climbed atop him, her legs straddling his torso as she licked. She held back her hair with her hands as she assiduously tongued and sucked and bit his left nipple. He couldn’t stop his hands from reaching for her legs, running up and down the smooth, muscled length of them while she loved him. Without thought his hands ran under the edge of her chemise and onto her lush hips until they cupped her full, round ass. Sophie froze.

They stayed like that for endless minutes, or so it seemed to Ian. He was looking at the top of her head, silently begging her not to run. Slowly she raised her eyes to his.

“Sophie,” he said quietly, trying to tell her how much he wanted her, to promise not to hurt her, to beg her to let him love her, all in that one word. She closed her eyes and swallowed nervously. “Sophie, let me taste you,” he whispered brokenly. “I want to taste you.” Her eyes flew open.

He gently nudged her off him and she slid down to the bed. The slide of her bare legs on the skin of his stomach made his muscles clench and his cock jerk. He rose up on one arm as Sophie sank down to lie next to him. He reached for the tie on her chemise and Sophie grabbed his hand. He looked at her and was relieved to see that she seemed only somewhat nervous, as any young bride would be, not terrified as he had feared. “I’ll only open it, Sophie, not take it off.” She visibly relaxed.

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Ian slowly undid the tie and parted the soft material, pulling it down slightly to expose her breasts. Her chest flushed and Ian watched the blush travel up to color her cheeks. Her eyes were closed. “Open your eyes, Sophie. Watch me.” She obeyed, her eyelids fluttering as she shyly met his eyes. Ian looked down at her breasts and his breath caught in his throat. “You’re so beautiful, Sophie.” He let his fingers lightly graze the rounded underside of one breast, smaller than he had at first thought, but no less perfect. Sophie gasped at his touch, and he watched, fascinated, as her nipple puckered.

Her nipples were a work of art. Soft brown in color, excitement had given them a pink blush. Her areolas were large, covering nearly half her breast. Constellations of freckles adorned the creamy skin surrounding those wondrous nipples. “I wondered if you

would have freckles on your breasts. I hoped you would, so I could kiss each one,” Ian told her as he bent over and did just that.

He lost track of time as he worshipped Sophie’s breasts, nuzzling them, sucking them, licking them. He spent as much time on her nipples as she’d spent on his, and it was worth every minute. He realized at some point that Sophie was arching into his mouth, her hands clenched in his hair and little mewling sounds coming from her throat. He felt like a triumphant conqueror and all because a shy, beautiful girl was enjoying the way he suckled her breasts.

“Sophie, Sophie,” he murmured, rubbing his cheek against her hard, pebbled

nipple. “Let me touch you, Sophie,” he begged, stopping to suck the nipple, swirling his tongue around the hot, hard flesh, savoring it. “Let me touch your pussy, Sophie.”

Sophie tensed, her whole body suddenly stiff and unyielding. “Don’t call it that!”

she cried out and tried to push him away.

Ian wouldn’t let her. Instead he moved up and buried his face in her neck as he held her tight. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, darling. Sweet Sophie, don’t push me away. I just want to love you, Sophie, please.” She relaxed against him them and clung to him.

“I’m sorry, Ian. I…please, just don’t call it that.” He could tell there was more to this than maidenly modesty.

“Is it what he called it?” he guessed quietly, softly stroking her hair as he kissed her face tenderly. She nodded jerkily. “Then we shall call it something else.” Sophie looked at him askance.

“Like what? Doesn’t it just have one name?” She sounded curious and Ian relaxed.

“Oh no, my sweet innocent, it has as many names as there are stars in the sky.” He pulled back to smile at her. She smiled back, disbelieving.

“I ask again, like what?” she said teasingly, and she tenderly brushed a lock of Ian’s hair off his forehead. That gesture more than anything made his heart soar. She trusted him. He knew it, even if she hadn’t said it yet.

“Well, we could use a euphemism, such as flower.” She wrinkled her nose in

distaste. “Yes, I’m in agreement, I don’t care for that one either.”

“What real names does it have? No euphemisms.” Sophie was concentrating very

hard. Clearly this was important to her.

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Ian licked his lips. His preferred name for it was not one generally used among well-bred young ladies. “I call it a cunt,” he said tentatively, ready to move on if she wasn’t amenable to that.

Her eyes widened almost imperceptibly, her pupils dilating. Oh yes, Ian thought with a flare of desire, she liked that one. He bent down and whispered hotly in her ear.