admiration for her did battle with his desire to please her and made him uncertain for the first time in his adult life. He’d never been with a woman over the age of forty-five, and he guessed Claudette was close to seventy, although she did not look it. “What do you want me to do?” he asked.
She determinedly took his hand and led him to the sitting room. “Sit down,” she commanded, and he readily complied. “First, we must talk straight,” she told him seriously. “Tonight you will make love to me only as I instruct you to. You will not race ahead thinking you know more than me about my body. Est-ce que vous comprenez?”
“Oui,” he replied and smiled. She was like a little dictator tossing around orders. He tried to take his mind off the fact that she was naked and in his face.
“Second, in order to please a woman you must first understand all the secrets of her body. You must recognize every little nuance of her behavior. I will help you with all this, and I promise your heightened level of awareness will increase your pleasure as well. Êtes-vous disposé à écouter?”
“Oui, madame. I am listening,” he answered softly and began to unbutton his shirt.
“Not yet, mon amour. Third, most important, c’est très important. I am not your mother, your grandmother, your great aunt, or cousin. I am a woman, like every other woman, who wants and desires to faire l’amour avec un monsieur beau. It sounds so much nicer en français. Anyway, providing this type of sexual passion is a task you have chosen to perform. Correct?”
In spite of himself, Trevor could begin to feel a stirring in his loins. How long was a man expected to have a beautiful, naked woman two inches from his face and not react? Claudette was still a very beautiful woman. “Okay, okay. I got it,” he replied.
“Okay,” she replied, and, still standing in front of him, she untied the lace string at the bodice of her gown. “First, you must undress me slowly.”
Trevor began by removing the peignoir first. It was light and flimsy in his hands. He was methodical in his movements as he exposed one small slim shoulder and then the other. He rolled the sleeves down her arms and eased it passed her fingertips.
“Stop there,” she ordered. “Now, tell me what you see.”
“Huh?” he responded, not understanding the question.
She leaned over and whispered suggestively in his ear as her breasts brushed against his shoulder, “Tell me what you see. Talk to me.”
Comprehension dawned, and he paused for a moment and then began the process of removing her sheer gown. His hands were gentle as he slid the thin strap of the gown off her shoulder. He peered closely at her shoulder and said, “I see a tiny scar on the tip of your collarbone. I wonder how you got it?” He planted a soft kiss on the spot and continued his inspection. He brushed her hair behind her shoulder and slid his hand behind her head, cupping her earlobe between two fingers, and kissed the nape of her neck. “I see you’ve had your ears pierced,” he whispered and pulled the lobe of her ear into his mouth and nibbled on it gently.
Claudette breathed deeply and smiled. The muscles in the heart of her desire ached as they contracted in response to his touch. A familiar tingling sensation of anticipation filled her body. His touch was as light as a feather and teased her nerve endings as his hands continued their exploration.
With the palms of his hands he slid the gown down her arms until it fell to the floor, leaving her totally exposed and vulnerable to him. Tenderly he cupped both breasts with his hands and circled each nipple with his tongue.
“Don’t get distracted. Keep talking,” she urged as her knees grew weak and she knew she would not be able to support her own weight much longer.
“I cherish your breasts. And I want to…He lifted one breast to his mouth and closed his lips completely over the rigid peak and sucked.
“Oh, oh my!” Claudette exclaimed and couldn’t stop the tiny orgasm that raced through her body and caused her to buckle at the waist. “You cheeky bastard, you’re cheating. I told you about skipping ahead.”
Trevor laughed aloud, picked her up gently, and carried her into the bedroom. “You’re very petite, ma chère, light as a feather. Are you sure we should continue?” he murmured against the soft skin of her neck.
“Oui, keep talking,” she replied.
He laid her down in the center of the king-size bed and then began to unbutton his shirt again. He stopped when he remembered the rules. “May I?” he asked, indicating the shirt.
“Oui,” she agreed. She watched as he removed the shirt and undershirt as well. Trevor was an extraordinary specimen of manhood. His boyish good looks, broad shoulders, and muscular physique would have lesser women begging to climb into his bed. When he began to unbuckle his belt, she couldn’t stop the escalated palpitations of her heart. It had been so long since…She closed her eyes and tried to focus on the task at hand. Tonight was about teaching him what he needed to know; it wasn’t about her. She felt his breath on her face and the tip of his manhood rubbing against her belly. She opened her eyes to see him poised above her, staring intently. She also got a good look at what she was about to become intimately acquainted with, and a flurry of unrestrained French rushed off her tongue.
“Mon Dieu! Vous êtes si grand! Il est mon plaisir d’être avec vous!” she exclaimed and then breathed a deep, contented sigh.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yes, why?” she demanded.
“You’re breathing kind of heavy,” he replied, concerned.
“I’m fine, get back to work,” she scoffed and closed her eyes.
He smiled and resumed his exploration. He lay on his side and used his fingertips to explore the skin of her stomach. Her skin did not have the firmness and elasticity of a younger woman, but he was surprised by its smooth, satiny texture. “Your skin is soft. I’m not sure what I thought it would feel like, but it is like the velvet on the petal of a rose.” He laid his head on her ribcage and ran his hands along the length of her legs. “Your legs are strong, like a dancer’s legs would be. You must have danced when you were younger,” he mused as he slid his hand between her legs, slowly parting them. He moved between her legs for closer inspection. “The skin on the inside of your thighs reminds me of a newborn baby’s skin, protected and silky smooth.” He kissed the soft flesh of her inner thighs.
Emotion rushed to the surface as her mind and body did battle. Her mind begged for reason, and her body begged for satisfaction. She allowed him to roll her onto her stomach and continue his quest.
He rubbed his hands gently along the outline of her body and stopped at the rising mound at the top of her thighs. For a petite woman she had a nice round butt. He placed both palms on her surprisingly firm cheeks and massaged gently. Then he brushed aside her hair to whisper in her ear. “Your ass is still perfect,” he said and planted a kiss at the base of her spine.
He rolled onto his back and pulled her into the crook of his arm so she was once again on her back. He placed his hand on the flat of her stomach and then moved it slowly down until his fingers slipped into the fine, curly hairs shielding her desire. “May I?” he asked quietly.
“Yes, but you must listen carefully to my instructions. It is important to focus on each task along the quest. At the end of the quest is the reward, but meeting each task
