"I don't know," he admitted roughly. "I've never—no one's ever—"
Understanding dawned. Of course no one had. He'd become a priest young, probably never had the chance to explore before taking his vows. This was another first for him, another piece of normal human experience he'd denied himself.
"Then we'll figure it out together," I said softly, and took him into my mouth.
The sound he made was somewhere between a gasp and a prayer. I started slow, just sucking the head, swirling my tongue around the ridge, learning his taste and texture. Salt and musk and something uniquely him. His hand tightened slightly in my hair and I took him deeper, relaxing my throat the way I'd learned with other partners.
"God—Elena—your mouth—" He couldn't seem to finish thoughts, just fragments of words an
