"I couldn't wait," she softly said, her gaze heavy-lidded, surfeit in her husky contralto."You never have to, kitten. There aren't any rules." "Why doesn't anyone ever tell you it's so . . . wonderful," she exalted."So you can find out for yourself," he neutrally replied, not wishing to blight such charming delight. The cynical truth related more pragmatically to the price of virginity in the marketplace than to self-realization."When did you find out?" she asked, still faintly awestruck."A long time ago." Feeling her honeyed warmth still pulsing around him, he wondered if she was some fairy nymph with special siren powers that could make him want her so. "It's better than anything, isn't it?" he softly added. "Even better than Remy's genoise." His eyes widened in mock surprise. "That good." "Although you didn't... I mean . . ." The warm flush on her cheeks deepened in color."Don't worry, lollipop," he gently replied. "I will." "Be sure and tell me if I'm doing anything wrong," she said with an ingenuous sincerity.He smiled at the notion of a tutorial.
