Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 140462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 702(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 468(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 702(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 468(@300wpm)
His eyes fly open and he pulls away from the kiss, pressing on my shoulder. He’s flustered. “Oh. I… don’t… we…”
I watch him, even though all I want is to dick him down, but then it dawns on me what this is about. As much as I’d love to do him raw, I’m not about to make a fuss about a condom when I’m getting such a treat on a silver platter.
I reach into my joggers, but when I show him the wrapper with a question on my face, he frowns.
“You wish to… eat now?”
I glance at the package and it’s apparently strawberry daiquiri-flavored. “I mean… I suppose you can lick it too,” I tell him and open the wrapper before pulling out the pink condom. The air fills with the artificial aroma of fruit, but I ignore it and shift closer. “Want to put it on me or—”
Sylvan takes a deep breath, looking no less confused than before. He must know I want to fuck his ass. He was practically begging for it in the shower.
“I’m not sure I follow. Do you not eat condiments on other food items? That is… an object.”
It’s like being splashed by icy water. “Do you know what this is?” I ask, showing him the rubber as hope dies inside my chest, because. What. The. Fuck?
This can’t be part of his role play. That would be too weird. I think.
He’s growing exasperated and despite me kneeling between his open legs, he crosses his arms. “I cannot know everything!”
Shit.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
“Are you… over eighteen?” I ask, trying to remain calm, because this is too fucking weird. I like them cute, but I’m not in the market for sheltered kids! If he says he’s five hundred or something like that, I’m out, because that’s exactly what a teen with an overactive imagination and fake elf ears would say.
Sylvan huffs. “I am twenty-five. Do you know how to harvest coralberries? Or when to milk a seagoat? We all have matters we’re ignorant about.”
I roll my eyes and slide from between his legs, because this is damn ridiculous. “Can we pause it with the role play for now? Real talk, okay? Do you know what sex is? Do you know what I wanted to do?”
He turns to look at the moon as if it’s very interesting to him, and pulls down his shirt. “Of course I know what sex is… but I may not know all the details, so no, I’m not sure what that thing in your hand is. I’ve not yet had the pleasure to…” he drifts off.
He’s a virgin.
Honestly? I’m not that surprised, considering he’s just tried to distract me by mentioning ‘seagoats’.
I drop the condom to the floor and exhale, glaring at him. “Do you know what anal sex is? Were you sheltered, or something? How do you not know what a condom is? When I showed it to you back at the restaurant, what did you think I was suggesting, if not fucking?”
Sylvan’s lips tremble, he scowls, but he still won’t meet my gaze. “I don’t know! Eating something. I thought it was a condiment. They come in those tiny packets, do they not? I know what anal sex is, and I understood that’s what offering my body means. It’s something… I would like to explore in the future, but we haven’t bonded yet, and we won't be able to for as long as this thing remains around my neck.” He pulls on the silver collar abruptly.
Is this his roundabout way of saying he’s not ready for anal?
I count to five and grab his hand. “It’s not a condiment. It’s a latex… sheath you pull on your dick to prevent pregnancy and STDs. I don’t have any—they had me tested—but when people don’t know, they can use condoms. Is this you telling me you never had sex with anyone and missed all and any sex ed?”
His hand is clammy when he squeezes mine. “I’ve just… not had the opportunity.” His pointy ears twitch again and again, like nervous puppies.
I exhale and peek in his eyes as hope awakens inside me again. Maybe the whole elven prince shtick is just his way of dealing with shyness? He seems sane enough otherwise. “But you… you want to have sex with me, right?”
He nods in an instant, and I appreciate the enthusiasm. “I want to wait with giving my body to you fully until our bond is made, but we can—I would like to do other things until then.”
If he’s a virgin and not all that well-educated about sex, he’s probably just scared. I can work with that.
“Next time, you need to tell it to me straight. Simple man, remember?” I ask, pointing at myself as I lean close enough to kiss his shoulder, uncovered where his thin nightshirt has slid off.