Simple. She made the act of intimacy so very simple. Tor nuzzled her neck then trailed a stream of kisses to her breasts. The brown tips hardened in response. Lifting his mouth, he spoke. “It’s permissible to touch me and to tell me what pleasures you.”

“Kiss me again. It’s a feat I can’t accomplish on my own.”

Tor returned to her mouth, nipped at her full lower lip, and then licked it. Azari’s mouth parted. He darted his tongue into her moist mouth and tasted her unique flavor. Her tongue caressed his in return. The fingers of her hand entwined in his hair, pulling him deeper into her temptation.

Her innocence beguiled him. His need to be sheathed between her legs grew, as did his desire to surround himself with her openness and candor. In the paleness of his life she offered vibrant color.

Azari parted his robe, and then ran her hand down his chest. She grazed a nipple, and then fondled the nub, teasing him to an aching fullness he hadn’t known in a long time. He slid a hand between her legs. The warm entrance to her body was slick. “Has a man pleasured you here?”

“No. Only I have …”

“I would pleasure you until you thought you were on the top of the highest mountain known to man.”

“Yes. It’s what I want.”

He sucked the pointed nipple of her breast into his mouth. Beneath him she wiggled. “Can you feel where that sensation leads?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “Don’t let it stop.”