How did he know what to do, where to touch, exactly how much pressure and friction to apply? As wooly as her mind had become, she had to wonder. And what could she do to make him feel this wonderful way, too?
“Ah,” she said again. “What are you doing to me? I never felt anything like this before. Can I do these things for you, too?”
He laughed. “If you wish, although it will not be the same.” He rolled away for a moment and unfastened the buckle at the waist of his leather kilt. The soft suede slipped from his body as he turned back. She saw then another difference between them. Like her he had thick curls between his muscular thighs, but his were golden, like the rest of his hair.
And from that golden nest, something jutted—ruddy, quivering, and thrusting toward her. Almost another lim
