Gently he circled inside her, his tongue and his manhood.
Then, 'What does your fantasy man do after he takes your virginity?'
'He… shares his body with me.'
Impossibly, Robert felt his manhood stirring to life. Deliberately he flexed inside her. 'How does he share his body with you?'
Her breath escaped in a small gasp. Short nails carved half-moons into his back. 'He lets me touch him. And kiss him. And taste him. Everything you did to me.'
Whores had kissed Robert and whores had taken him into their mouths, all for money. No woman had ever expressed a desire to do so out of pure pleasure.
Gently he disengaged his body from hers and rolled over onto his back.
He wasn't prepared for a woman like Abigail. His fantasy woman took his passion and his body and gave him only her pleasure. She did not seek to know his body as he did hers.
The mattress dipped. Cool fingers tentatively rested on his stomach, trailed up his chest. 'Do men have feelings in their…' She lightly swept his chest in a searching motion, found him, and was instantly distracted. 'You are smaller than I am.'
He stared up into the darkness. 'I am a man.'
'But just as hard. When you touched my nipple, I felt it deep inside my womb. What does it feel like when I touch yours?'
She ran the pad of her thumb over his nipple. Again. And again. And again.
White fire shot straight to his groin. He grabbed her hand and held it flat against his chest, breathing in the scent of her body, of his body, of sex.
And wondered why a woman like Abigail, a woman who was filled with clean, innocent passion would take into herself a man like him, a man who had killed and confessed he would kill again.
'Does your fantasy woman suckle you, Robert?'
'All I need, Abigail, is a woman to give herself to me.' His voice was even, remote. 'I don't fantasize about giving myself to a woman.'
'But you would?'
Not before tonight, he thought bleakly.
'Your fantasies, Abigail. Whatever you want.'
'Then I want to suckle you, Robert.'
Robert's chest swelled at the feel of her hot, wet mouth rooting through the coarse mat of his hair for his nipple. He was inexplicably overcome by a surge of vulnerability.
Women gave their breasts into the care of a man that he might nurture off her gentleness.
Men who killed did not nurture.
Men who killed had nothing to offer a lady.
Closing his eyes, he curved his hands around her head.
And realized that her hair was still caught up in the ugly bun that told the world she was a staid spinster, while inside her burned the same needs and wants that burned inside him, she caught up in a society that denied her womanhood, he caught up in a career that he had chosen when he was too young to know better.
He found a hairpinpulled it out.
The wet heat nuzzling his chest was abruptly replaced by cool air. A hand reached upgrabbed his that was searching for another pin.
'What are you doing?'
'Unveiling you.'
Without warning Abigail scrambled up, mattress dipping, bed creaking. She gasped with dismay.
He opened his eyes, instantly alert, a soldier prepared for action.
'What is it?' he asked sharply.
'Nothing.'
He reached outfound her knee. She was kneeling on the bed.
'Our bargain, Abigail.' He tightened his grip. 'Talk to me.'
'It is just…' He could see her, a dark silhouette, head thrown back toward the black ceiling. 'Oh, for heaven's sake, it is nothing, really. When I sat up, something…
Robert's manhood leapt to full life.
Sitting up, he followed the line of Abigail's knee, soft and slender, growing softer, softer… Their fingers met on her thigh.
A cool, viscous fluid was smeared on it. Her fingertips rested on the outer parameters.
'My sperm.' His voice was flat in the darkness.
'I know.' Her voice sounded more like she was nine going on ten instead of twenty-nine going on thirty.
'There's still some inside you.' He linked his fingers between hers and guided their hands between her legs. 'Feel. Me. And you.'
She gasped when he brought their joined fingers up to her hot, swollen lips.
There was more of him. And her.
The essence of a man and a woman.
He had never felt himself on a woman before. Had never felt himself inside her.
The combined sensation of the slick viscous fluids warmed by her body struck him with the force of a bullet.
When she would have jerked her hand away, he forced their fingers between her swollen, passion-slick lips, pushed upward until two fingers slid inside her flesh, one his and one hers.
'I never knew two people could be this close.' Her voice was a sough of breath.
'Neither did I,' he murmured hoarsely. 'Why did you pull away from me when I started taking down your hair?'
'It gets tangled.'
Robert recognized a lie when he heard one.
Another secret to unravel, another obstacle to overcome.
'I'll brush it for you tomorrow. Spread your legs wider.'
Clumsily she acceded; her body dipped lower to the mattress, forcing their fingers further up inside her.
The muscles inside her vagina rippled. 'Robert.'
'What?'
'Did you really peep through the window?'
'You didn't open the door when I knocked.'
She clenched her body, forcibly trapping their fingers inside her. 'I was reading.'
He wondered what sex act she had been reading about to put the sublime expression on her face that he had witnessed when looking through the window. 'So I saw.'
'What did you think I was reading?'
'Devotional literature.'
He waited for her next question, could feel it trembling on the air.
When it didn't come, he answered her anyway. 'I did not take you because I thought you were wanton, Abigail. I took you because I needed you. And you were right. What we shared tonight is not dirty.'
The huskiness in her voice deepened. 'Robert.'
'What?'
'Lean forward.'
'Why?'
'Because I want to kiss you.'
Heart lurching inside his chesthe who killed without blinking an eyehe leaned forward, made her lean forward, too, for the pleasure of feeling her body adjust around their fingers.
Her lips missed his at first. She raised a cool hand and found his jaw, aligned her lips accordingly.
It was a virgin kiss.
A first kiss.
He let her learn his lips while inside her he could feel the myriad little convulsions the two of their fingers were
