An Introduction to Pleasure by Jess Michaels Page A

But Annalisa didn’t seem to be bothered by this. She moaned low in her throat and stroked her free hand up and down the side of his thigh as she began to take him with long, wet strokes of her mouth and tongue.
    Lysandra hadn’t known how to feel about the act when she thought of it or saw the wallpaper images, but now her body reacted to the passionate way Annalisa gave to her lover and the way he groaned and strained in turn. This was pure pleasure for him and her mind couldn’t help but stray to Andrew and what he would do if she took him into her mouth the same way. She shivered at the thought of his hot, velvety member between her lips, of tasting him.
    She jolted as she realized she had begun to touch her own leg, massaging and stroking her thigh. No, she wasn’t going to do that, not with two other people just feet away, knowing she was there.
    She refocused on them. Annalisa was driving with her mouth now, taking and taking with increased speed. The major cried out and suddenly he lifted her away.
    “Inside of you,” he gasped and pulled at her gown. The fabric tugged open with little encouragement and he threw it aside. She was naked beneath and arched her back almost like she was proud of what he was seeing.
    Lysandra bit her lip. This was the mark of an experienced woman, wasn’t it? She didn’t simper or try to cover herself. She enjoyed it when her lover looked at her. She enjoyed everything about this.
    And truth be told, once the initial confusion and pain had faded…so did Lysandra. She quivered every time she thought of Andrew’s body on her, in her, his mouth tasting her.
    Once again her fingers moved, this time to the area between her thighs. And she didn’t stop herself. Absently, she stroked there as she continued to watch the couple in the other room.
    The Major spun Annalisa around so that they were both facing the window between the rooms. He smiled, and Lysandra jolted. Could he see her in the shadows? That question should have made her yank her hand away from herself, but instead her fingers quickened. The touch was dulled through her dress, but still she felt pleasure building in her.
    “Do it,” Annalisa gasped as he positioned himself behind her. She gripped the back of a chair that was before her and braced herself there, face twisted with pleasure and tense with anticipation.
    She didn’t have to ask twice. Without preamble, he drove into her. She buckled against the chair, her knuckles whitening as he drove into her, hard and fast, from behind.
    Lysandra could see her release building on her face. It contorted with pleasure, with the peaking of sensation deep within her. At the same moment, Lysandra’s own body reacted much the same way. As she worked her hand, her fingers over her clit, there was a burst of pleasure, and she bit back a cry just as Annalisa screamed out her own.
    A cry that merged with the Major’s. He drove harder, faster and then arched into her, calling out her name, clinging to her bare hips as he experienced release with her.
    For a long moment, the only sounds in either room were pants of pleasure. The couple’s and the ones from Lysandra’s own lips. She blushed at the thought that she had taken such pleasure in another couple’s joining, but watching had done that.
    And it had also taught her a great many things.
    She stared as the couple sank down together onto the floor. They wrapped themselves into each other, embracing with an intimacy that rivaled the intensity of their coupling.
    “I love you,” Annalisa whispered.
    Lysandra flinched. Now she was intruding.
    “I’m not a whole man,” he said in return, but he held her closer.
    Lysandra got to her feet. They might have remembered she was in the room while having sex, but this exchange was not meant for a stranger. She slipped to the door just as she heard Annalisa say, “You have proven that isn’t true time and again. I only wish you believed it.”
    She closed the door behind her and