Page 143 of Her Wicker Guardian

Rachel bends closer. “There’s no opening.”

I look down too. “No.”

“No slit. Nothing.”

I hadn’t known there was supposed to be one.

Her fingers tighten gently around me. “Human men have an opening here.”

“For what?”

“Urine. And semen.”

I know the first word. The second is new.

“Semen?”

“Part of what happens when a human man orgasms.”

I stare at her. “Orgasms?”

Rachel closes her eyes for one second. “That is a longer conversation than I want to have right now.”

I’m about to ask another question when she leans down.

Her fingers close more firmly around me. “You’re a lot harder than I expected.”

I barely manage, “Is that bad?”

“God, no. You’re hard, but not exactly like a human man. There’s a little give.”

She strokes slowly from base to tip, watching my face the entire time. “And you’re big.”

The word makes the rhythm in my chest jump.

“Too big?”

Rachel looks at me. “No.” Her gaze stays on mine. “Definitely not. It’s all good, Locke. Perfect.”

Her hand slides slowly down my length and back up again, firmer this time. Pleasure tears through me so sharply that I grip the edge of the chaise.

Her hand moves again, and pleasure catches me hard enough to steal the next thought from my head. Every change comes from her. Her choice. Her fingers tightening, easing, learning me. I can only feel it as she decides what to do next.

She repeats the stroke without asking this time, changing the pressure as she reaches the tip.

I make a sound I do not recognize.

Rachel watches my face. “Very good?”

I manage to focus on her. “You know it is.”

Then she bends closer.

Her tongue circles the head of my cock once.

The vibration that tears through my chest is so strong that Rachel jerks back and looks up at me.

“Oh.”