THIRTY-FOUR
"Do you know how to pleasure a woman?"
With Anahita n***d in his arms, Philemon struggled vainly to think of anything but what he wanted to do to her. Her words made him lose the battle.
"Oh, yes. In many different ways," he began, wondering if he dared hope.
"With your fingers?" Anahita asked.
Ah, he'd forgotten she was a new bride on her as-yet unconsummated wedding night. A bride who had never known a man's touch.
He considered for a moment, before he decided to take the risk. "Would you like me to show you?"
"Yes," she said promptly.
In the silence that followed his loss for words, she continued, "When I can't sleep and the dreams return, it's the only way to distract my mind from the memories. If I'm asking too much, Philemon, merely say so, and I will...I wil
