Chapter 12: Take an Interest

I do my best work with a list.

I got up from the bed, crossed to the dresser, and sat on its edge with the Guide open on my knee.

The dresser was a good oak one with a mirror.

It stood at the right height for a purpose I had not considered until that moment.

"Come here," I said.

Hal got up. He walked over in his undershirt, as obedient as a recruit.

"Rule 12," I said. "Take an interest in his interests."

"Yes, ma'am."

"I'm reversing it."

"That's allowed?"

"The book doesn't forbid it. I checked the index."

His mouth twitched.

"Item one," I said. "You'll take off my nightgown."

He did, with great care, and laid it over the chair.

"Item two. You'll kneel."

His eyes went very bright. He knelt on the rag rug, in front of the dresser, with his hands on his thighs.

"Item three," I said, and my voice wasn't quite steady. "You'll listen to me. Not to the book. To me."

"I'm listening."

"If I say slower, you go slower. If I say there, it's there."

"Yes."

He put his hands on my thighs and parted them, so gently.

I leaned back against the mirror.

The glass was cool on my shoulders.

"There," I said.

He kissed the inside of my knee, and the inside of my thigh.

Then he looked up at me, and the blue of his eyes had gone black.

"Here?"

"Closer."

"Here?"

"Hal."

"I'm following instructions."

"You're teasing."

"I'm taking an interest," my husband said.

Then his mouth was on my bare pussy, and the teasing stopped.

He had learned, in a month, how I liked my clit licked and what I liked even more, and he used all of it.

He kept to my directions as his tongue flattened and stroked through my wet folds. A little to the left. Slower. Suck right there.

I had meant to give orders in a firm voice.

By the second minute I was giving them in a breathless whisper as he slid two thick fingers into my pussy.

By the fourth I wasn't giving orders at all.

I put my fist against my mouth. I bit my knuckles.

The oak dresser creaked, and the hand mirror fell off the top and rolled across the floor, and neither of us cared.

My heels dug into his broad back.

My head went back against the cool glass as his fingers curled against my front wall in rhythm with his tongue on my clit.

The pleasure came up in me like a pulse in a wire, tight, brighter, tighter still.

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