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to—but she had to want it, and not in a moment of passion that she would later regret.
    She rose from her chair and approached him timidly, still not at ease with her body. She would be, soon enough. By the time they arrived at court, she would think nothing of sitting down in a man’s lap. She would think nothing of lifting her skirts and straddling a man’s lap, sliding down his straining shaft to envelop him in hot, slick flesh—
    He came to his senses, thankfully, and reached for her, pulling her down to sit on his knee. “If you learn this skill well, I dare say you could have anything you wanted from any man at court. There is little a man likes more than having his cock sucked.”
    She blushed in response.
    “Joséphine,” he began patiently, “you cannot be afraid of mere words.”
    Frowning, she said, “I’m not afraid. It’s just so…coarse.”
    “Then we shall amend our lesson slightly. How can you do something that you can’t bring yourself to say?” He lifted her chin, wanting nothing more than to cover her petal soft mouth with his and kiss her until her lips were swollen. “Now, tell me, in words that I would use…what do you want to do?”
    She made a noise of frustration. “But isn’t it more polite to—”
    He pressed one finger to those beautiful lips. “Politeness has its place, but not in the language of the bedroom.”
    “We’re in the hall,” she replied with a sweet smirk.
    With a growl, he tickled her sides until she became breathless with laughter, squirming on his knee and clutching the front of his coat. “Stop!” she cried, panting. “Stop! I’ll say it!”
    He released her at once. “I’m waiting.”
    “I want to—” she closed her eyes, a residual giggle escaping her. “I want to suck your cock.”
    As if responding to its name like a faithful hound, the part in question leapt up. “Very good.” He touched a fingertip to her bottom lip, tracing the curve back and forth for a moment. “And you will. But we will learn theory, before we embark on practice.”
    He dipped his finger into her mouth, wetting his fingertip with her saliva and stroking the same path along her lip. “It isn’t a matter of simply taking a cock into your mouth. There are some considerations to follow. The first and most important of which is what to do about your teeth.”
    “My teeth?” she murmured, still pouting her lip for his attentions.
    “It is an opinion almost universally held that teeth have no business near so sensitive an organ as a man’s cock. However, since we almost all wish to put ours into a mouth, it is important to learn how best to avoid causing discomfort.” He slipped his finger into her mouth, just to the first knuckle.
    She leaned away, releasing him. “But you are so much larger than that.”
    It gave him no small amount of satisfaction to know that she had noticed. “That is true. But this is good for practice.”
    She nodded obediently and leaned forward, opening her mouth just a bit to draw in his finger. She sucked hard, covering her bottom teeth with her lip and using her tongue to draw him away from the top.
    Julien nearly spilled in his breeches. He pulled his finger free with a strangled, “Well done.”
    She dipped her head and smiled, clearly unused to being praised.
    “The second thing you must remember,” he began, trying to keep his tone as scholarly as he could—which was damned hard with his cock straining to burst from his trousers—, “Is that your mouth is so desirable because of what it can do. It’s not enough to just open your mouth and let a man thrust into it. You must use your tongue, your lips, your throat, all of those parts in concert to bring your partner pleasure. Do you understand?”
    “I think I do,” she replied. She took his hand in hers and brought it back to her mouth, sucking his fingertip between her lips. Her tongue swirled around as she sucked hard, then stopped a moment, then sucked again.
    He hissed