Page 41 of Cruel Shame

“Alright then.” I settled myself on the nest of pillows. “Do you want to learn how to make a girl climax?”

His gaze lingered on the patch of curls between my legs. “Very much.”

I parted my thighs, making his mouth go slack. “Lucky for you, I’m feeling very generous. Now you’ll get a lesson and penance.”

Chapter Seventeen

Kendrick rested his hands on my parted knees, his thumbs caressing my inner thighs. Heavy breaths gusted in and out of his flared nostrils, and he met my eyes with a raised brow and pursed lips. “Are you sure about this?”

“Sure about wanting to be pleasured?” I wiggled my hips and grinned.

His tongue darted out to lick his lips, and he swept his gaze down from my face, over my body and to the juncture of my thighs. Swallowing hard enough to bob his Adam’s apple up and down, he exhaled a ragged breath.

I rose from the nest of pillows and furrowed my brows. Why the delay? His dick was as hard as it could get, glistening with unshed precum, and quivering on the verge of erupting. After what he said earlier about wanting to learn, I thought he’d be all over me by now.

The fireplace cracked and popped, and realization swirled around my thick head in the warm breeze. I’d bet Elizabeth never allowed him to go this far. No, she reserved activities like this for Myra Highmore.

“Why don’t you start by kissing the inside of my thigh,” I said.

“Alright,” he said with a soft nod.

Kendrick wrapped a large hand around my right thigh, lowered his head to my knee and pressed a soft kiss on my flesh.

I let my eyes flutter shut as he ran the fingertips of one hand up and down my right thigh. This was going to be nice and slow, not the frenzied slobbering my friends described from the times they’d been with virgins.

With each of Kendrick’s kisses up my inner thigh, he parted my legs further to allow more space for his head and then his broad shoulders. My pulse pounded with anticipation, and my chest rose and fell with rapid breaths. Every press of his lips, every caress of those fingers drove me into a frenzy until I clamped my teeth together to stop myself from screaming at him to hurry.

I’d never fully understood what romance novels meant by sex being sweet agony until this moment. Every nerve ending in my body seemed to converge into my clit and ache for his tongue.

Kendrick’s mouth reached the outer lips of my pussy, and his hot breath fanned across my folds.

With a fevered moan, I arched my back.

The pad of his thumbs splayed me open, laying me bare. I shuddered with anticipation.

And then…

Nothing.

I cracked open an eye.

Kendrick sat on his heels, peering between my legs with the kind of frown a person made in Maths class when asked to solve a convoluted equation with a calculator that’s run out of batteries.

Inhaling a deep breath, I raised myself up to my elbows. “What are you doing?”

“Looking.” His haughty tone implied that the answer to my question was obvious.

“You’re not supposed to stare at it.” I pushed my thighs together, but the huge hands on my inner thighs kept me spread open.

“Shy?” he asked with a smirk.

An exasperated huff escaped my throat. “This isn’t a biology lesson. Get to work.”

He finally met my eyes. “You said you would teach me.”

“Alright then,” I pointed a finger at the swollen, red bundle of nerves. “That is a clitoris.”

“I know that,” he drawled.