“The human touch sounds like a concept that doesn’t exist in Starville.”
Aleksey shakes his head and mumbles something that sounds like, Ask your brother.
I look at him wondering whether Aleksey is as skilled in bed as he is at playing music.
Is it my imagination? Or does scorching sexual tension crackle through the air every time we’re together? There are naked people in front of us performing a sexual ritual that I’ve been yearning to experience first-hand. He’s a man. I’m a woman, and I’m turned on by him. Since Rey won’t do it … why not to search for a private place in this glade and …?
I shake my head. What a gruesome thought! If I had sex with Aleksey, I’d be giving myself to a soldier. How would that be? I must be tight, and he’s remarkably big. Is it possible to break a woman from inside?
Then I get an idea. Maybe this voyeurmate thing can come in handy. “If you have so much free time to spare on your … hobbies, I was wondering if you … could do me a favor.” He regards me intently. Maybe it’s my imagination, but I think his eyes are greedy. I inhale to gather courage. “It has to be a secret.”
“I should not comply,” he says in a theatrical tone that doesn’t match his grave face.
My cheeks flush. “You don’t even know what I was going to ask.”
“It must be related to that conversation.”
“What conversation?” I ask guessing the answer. Ugh! Voyeur and eavesdropper.
“The one with your sister. At the clinic.”
I feel warmth coloring my cheeks red. Not only because I still remember how embarrassing it was when he learned of my V status, but also because he looks as though he’d say yes if I asked him.
I take a moment to calm myself before finding my voice. “It has to do with that … in a way.
“I’d help if I could, but I’m too intense for an innocent girl. I prefer positions that might be too deep, painful, and unromantic for an inexperienced girl—”
I bury my face in my palms. “Hey! I wasn’t going to ask you that !”
Aleksey continues as though he hasn’t heard me. “I’ve never had sex with a virgin . I never kiss during sex, and I prefer to not have sex in a bed. I’m into perversions that might be too advanced, kinky, and rough for you.”
Whoa! How can he say those things so bluntly to a complete stranger? Perhaps he’s taunting me. Am I supposed to laugh? I’ll rise to his challenge then. “Everything you’ve said leads me to conclude that you’re a bad lay .”
Any other man would feel offended. He must be extremely confident in his stud skills because he doesn’t look furious or affronted. A wicked glint shows in his now hungry eyes.
He looks at me with certain amusement, a coy smile crossing his customary scowling face. “Why would you think that?” he asks in a tone that seems to say: You’re too innocent to understand.
“Because if intense is the only way you do it and you favor only one position, then you’re limited.”
He leans closer, staring into my eyes mischievously and forcing me to lean away. “I do all positions, well … I do everything. I don’t think I could explain what I meant by intense without offending you. Your inexperience made you reach the wrong conclusion.”
“If you don’t kiss and you don’t use a bed, how will you ever please your partner?”
“Oh, little Miss Velez, if only I could show you.” His blue eyes look into mine mischievously, and I force myself to not look away. “Of course I wouldn’t ever … otherwise, I would take you to a quieter place .”
“I wouldn’t ever let you,” I retort, forcing my voice to sound casual. An angry tone would give away my true feelings: His negative response to a sexual encounter that I never asked for not only irritates me, but also intrigues me.
I whistle, and Poncho appears all wet from his bath. I don’t look back as we make our way toward the trees.
He walks right behind me. “You were going to ask me a
Aleksey shakes his head and mumbles something that sounds like, Ask your brother.
I look at him wondering whether Aleksey is as skilled in bed as he is at playing music.
Is it my imagination? Or does scorching sexual tension crackle through the air every time we’re together? There are naked people in front of us performing a sexual ritual that I’ve been yearning to experience first-hand. He’s a man. I’m a woman, and I’m turned on by him. Since Rey won’t do it … why not to search for a private place in this glade and …?
I shake my head. What a gruesome thought! If I had sex with Aleksey, I’d be giving myself to a soldier. How would that be? I must be tight, and he’s remarkably big. Is it possible to break a woman from inside?
Then I get an idea. Maybe this voyeurmate thing can come in handy. “If you have so much free time to spare on your … hobbies, I was wondering if you … could do me a favor.” He regards me intently. Maybe it’s my imagination, but I think his eyes are greedy. I inhale to gather courage. “It has to be a secret.”
“I should not comply,” he says in a theatrical tone that doesn’t match his grave face.
My cheeks flush. “You don’t even know what I was going to ask.”
“It must be related to that conversation.”
“What conversation?” I ask guessing the answer. Ugh! Voyeur and eavesdropper.
“The one with your sister. At the clinic.”
I feel warmth coloring my cheeks red. Not only because I still remember how embarrassing it was when he learned of my V status, but also because he looks as though he’d say yes if I asked him.
I take a moment to calm myself before finding my voice. “It has to do with that … in a way.
“I’d help if I could, but I’m too intense for an innocent girl. I prefer positions that might be too deep, painful, and unromantic for an inexperienced girl—”
I bury my face in my palms. “Hey! I wasn’t going to ask you that !”
Aleksey continues as though he hasn’t heard me. “I’ve never had sex with a virgin . I never kiss during sex, and I prefer to not have sex in a bed. I’m into perversions that might be too advanced, kinky, and rough for you.”
Whoa! How can he say those things so bluntly to a complete stranger? Perhaps he’s taunting me. Am I supposed to laugh? I’ll rise to his challenge then. “Everything you’ve said leads me to conclude that you’re a bad lay .”
Any other man would feel offended. He must be extremely confident in his stud skills because he doesn’t look furious or affronted. A wicked glint shows in his now hungry eyes.
He looks at me with certain amusement, a coy smile crossing his customary scowling face. “Why would you think that?” he asks in a tone that seems to say: You’re too innocent to understand.
“Because if intense is the only way you do it and you favor only one position, then you’re limited.”
He leans closer, staring into my eyes mischievously and forcing me to lean away. “I do all positions, well … I do everything. I don’t think I could explain what I meant by intense without offending you. Your inexperience made you reach the wrong conclusion.”
“If you don’t kiss and you don’t use a bed, how will you ever please your partner?”
“Oh, little Miss Velez, if only I could show you.” His blue eyes look into mine mischievously, and I force myself to not look away. “Of course I wouldn’t ever … otherwise, I would take you to a quieter place .”
“I wouldn’t ever let you,” I retort, forcing my voice to sound casual. An angry tone would give away my true feelings: His negative response to a sexual encounter that I never asked for not only irritates me, but also intrigues me.
I whistle, and Poncho appears all wet from his bath. I don’t look back as we make our way toward the trees.
He walks right behind me. “You were going to ask me a
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