Val
I'm not sure what he meant by the sentence that passed through his lips, but I'm assuming it has something to do with his mouth being on me. At least that's what I've figured out with the romance novels I've been reading. I wish I had more real-world experience, but the fact of the matter is, I don't. However, I want it.
And I desperately want Vaughn to be the person to teach it to me.
"Tell me." I whisper. "Show me."
"What do you want to learn?" He questions, tilting his head back against the door, Adam's apple moving up and down as he wets the throat that sounds sandpaper rough.
I shake my head, inhaling deeply. "I don't know. If you were given every inch of my body as a gift, what would you want to do first?"
His eyebrows lift. "I'd not want to learn anything, I'd want to give you pleasure. Can I do that?"
"Please." The word is a beg.