“Well…” I started, “What I meant was that if a man is a good lover, and pays attention, if it doesn’t happen, there are … other ways.”
Claire teaches Jamie how to pleasure a woman.
This was inspired by these two passages from Outlander:
“No, not every time,” I said, amused. “Only if the man is a good lover.”
“Oh.” His ears turned faintly pink. I was slightly alarmed to see the look of frank interest being replaced with one of growing determination.
“Will you tell me what I should do next time?” he asked.
“Tell me some more.” The finger moved slowly downward. “I like to hear the Latin names for things; I never dreamed it would be so pleasant to make love to a physician.”
“That,” I said primly, “is an areola, and you know it, because I told you last week.”
“So ye did,” he murmured. “And there’s another one, fancy that.”
“Guuuhhh. A ‘faireachdainn cho math…”
His back hunched under my urging caresses while his heavy breath steamed my already heated neck. He jerked forward sharply once, twice, and then was still. I ran my hands soothingly up his arms and he shivered, huffing a small laugh in my ear.
“Too sensitive?” I asked, through a smile.
“A wee bit,” he said, “but it feels good.” I enjoyed the tender tone his voice took on after sex. It was in these post-coital moments I remembered just how young he was, and innocent, despite all he had seen and experienced in his 23 years.
He pushed himself back up on his hands to look at me. I saw a flicker of a question in his eyes before he subtly shook it away, leaned forward to kiss my forehead, and pulled himself from between my legs. My heated core still tingled and I wasn’t quite ready for the separation. I felt the familiar trickle left behind by his absence.
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