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she whispered, “Come?”
    He stared at her for a long moment and then said, “No one has ever made you come?”
    Slowly, she shook her head.
    “You have never touched yourself and brought on that reaction?” he asked.
    A heated blush flooded her cheeks. “N-no.”
    He gave her a slow smile. “Then it will be my pleasure to give you this first experience. Lie back and relax, Lysandra. Let me pleasure you in this way.”
    She worried her lip with her teeth for a brief moment and then settled back once more. She didn’t know what he meant, but found herself wildly curious.
    A feeling that fled when he settled himself away from the settee and onto his knees on the floor before her. He caught her hips and dragged her forward, until she was positioned just before him. Lysandra stared down. He was eye-level with her half-naked body and the pleasure she felt earlier was muted by utter humiliation at this new position.
    She shifted, but he held her steady with a hand on her thighs.
    “Don’t. Don’t,” he said. “This is part of your tutelage. You have nothing to be embarrassed by.”
    “You shouldn’t be…seeing me this way,” she protested, though her voice was weakened by the touch of his hands on her skin.
    He smiled up at her. “If I am to be your lover, this is exactly how I should be seeing you. This is a gift you will give me, something you won’t share with anyone else, at least while we are together. Give yourself over to me and let me give you something in return.”
    She was silent, unable to speak, unable to think of how to respond, but that didn’t seem to bother Andrew. He continued to look her in the eyes, but lowered his head, closer and closer to her. Then, to her utter shock, he pressed his mouth to the apex of her thighs.
    She cried out in surprise, but also in pleasure. His mouth was even hotter than his hands.
    “Shh,” he whispered as those same hands massaged her open thighs in a soothing rhythm.
    She flopped back on the settee and stared up at the ceiling as he continued to nuzzle and kiss her nether lips. His hands moved and she gasped again as he delicately spread her open to reveal the slick opening to her sex.
    He made a rumbling sound of pleasure deep in his throat and then returned his mouth to her. But this time he was less gentle, more insistent. He licked her like she was a sweet treat, and her back arched with an explosion of sensation she had never even imagined.
    Her reaction didn’t slow him, if anything, his tongue became more insistent, his mouth more demanding. He tongued her opening, tasting every inch of her exposed flesh from the rosette of her bottom to the top of her slit.
    And there he hesitated.
    “Do you know what this is?” he asked, looking up at her as he pressed his thumb against her.
    She cried out, for the pressure of his touch sent an electric shock of intense pleasure through her.
    “N-no,” she gasped.
    He smiled. “Your clitoris, Lysandra. And it is the key to your pleasure. I’m going to touch it, to suck it, until you scream my name.”
    Her eyes widened, but he gave her no chance to reply, only lowered his mouth back to her. True to his word, he sucked the hidden bundle of nerves between his lips and began to work it with his wicked tongue. He stroked, he sucked, he scraped her gently with his teeth. And Lysandra soon realized that she had begun to lift her hips in time to his touch.
    Then, without warning, the pleasure she had been experiencing multiplied out of control. Her hips jerked as wondrous, amazing feelings mobbed her, taking her away from all her worries, from all her fears and leaving her weightless and quivering as she did exactly as Andrew had predicted:
    She screamed out his name in the quiet parlor.
    She had no idea how long she lay sprawled across Andrew’s settee, spent and satiated, but slowly she began to realize he was no longer positioned between her legs. At some point, he had stood and moved to the fireplace where he