The Village Shaman's Lover
Alastair Anders
EXCERPT:
“Maybe you can show me how you like to be touched,” he says, brushing a strand of hair out of my face.
“You’ll have to help me find out,” I pant. “I’ve never done this before.”
I’ve spent so much of my life fantasizing and dreaming that sometimes it feels like I have done this before, millions of times. With so many thousands of men.
His eyes pop open. He starts laughing. Suddenly I feel very small and clumsy and stupid.
“My dear,” he laughs, “what have I gotten myself into?”
“Teach me,” I whisper. I press my face into his long hair, inhale the scent of his skin. “I want you to teach me how to make love.” I kiss him along the ridge of his jaw. “How to give you pleasure.”
He moans, and as he kisses me again, he presses his hips into mine. I wrap my arms around his waist and pull him as tightly to me as I can. I can feel the outline of his hard cock, pressing into my stomach, and I try to move my body against his so that his clothes rub against it, stroking him with my movements.
“Let’s put out this fire and get under the covers,” he whispers.