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  “Start by naming them,” Trey said. “Owning them. Those areas are your breasts and sex—your pussy I believe I’ve heard people call it here.”

  “Oh, yes…” Her cheeks were getting rosy again.

  “Say it,” Trey instructed. “Say breast and touch your breast. Then say pussy and touch your pussy—own your body, Mia. Don’t let anyone else dictate how you can touch yourself.”

  He had meant that she ought to do this in the privacy of her room, but she must have thought he wanted her to do it right then. Cupping her right breast in her small right hand she murmured, “Breast.”

  “Good.” Trey nodded encouragingly. “And what about the parts of your breast?”

  “You mean…my nipple?” She said the word in a whisper, looking up at him uncertainly as though she was a child saying a bad word she might get punished for.

  “Yes, little one—your nipple,” he murmured. “Stroke it through the shirt… circle it with your fingertip. Close your eyes and feel the sensations it gives you.”

  Obediently, Mia closed her eyes and did as he said, letting one fingertip trail around and around the ripe point of her nipple, clearly visible through the satiny fabric of his uniform shirt.

  “Good—that’s good,” Trey told her softly. “And how does that feel, Mia?”

  “It feels…nice. Tingly,” she whispered. “I…I never realized how sensitive I am here. I thought nipples were only for if you had a baby and needed to feed it.”

  “They’re good for pleasure too,” Trey murmured. “It can feel really good if your mate sucks them.”

  “If he…really?” Mia looked up at him with wide eyes and he thought how incredibly naïve she was. But considering the restrictive way she’d been raised, it wasn’t that surprising. “But why…why would a man want to do that?” she asked.

  “To taste you…to pleasure you. To help meet your needs,” he said, trying to put it in terms she was familiar with.

  “Why would I need…need to have my nipples sucked?” she asked, sounding rather breathless now. Trey wondered if she was imagining him sucking her nipples as they talked. He knew he was certainly imagining it…imagining taking those berry dark points she’d shown him into his mouth and circling them with his tongue while she moaned and ran her hands through his hair…

  “Because it would bring you pleasure—if the male who was sucking them did it right,” he murmured.

  “And what is…the right way?” Mia wanted to know. Trey wondered if she realized that she was still circling her nipple with her fingertip, gently teasing the stiff little point as they spoke.

  “Well…when I pleasure a female, I like to take things slowly,” he remarked. “Do you want me to tell you how I do it?”

  “Yes.” Mia nodded eagerly. “Yes, please.”

  “All right. Well, first I rub my face against her breasts—I like to brush my cheeks against her and tickle her with my beard.” He put a hand to his chin, indicating his short, neatly clipped facial hair. “A little sensation beforehand can really heighten her pleasure later.”

  “It can?” Mia was looking at him with wide eyes. “I…wondered what your beard felt like,” she added shyly. “Men in the Republic are all clean shaven—it’s the law.”

  “Would you like to touch it?” Trey leaned forward and she reached up with one hand, cupping his bristly jaw as she tested the texture of his whiskers against her fingertips and palm.

  “Oh! It’s scratchy…but soft too. I like it,” she confessed.

  “I’m glad,” Trey said seriously. “Because I’m kind of attached to it—I’d hate to have to shave it off.”

  “No, don’t shave it,” she said quickly. “I…I love your beard. And your hair too. I’ve never seen a man with hair like yours—where I come from, they all slick it back with this greasy pomade.” She shivered. “It’s not very attractive.”

  “It doesn’t sound like it.” Trey was enjoying the feeling of her small, soft hand on his face. “Gods, little one, your touch is gentle.”

  “So is yours,” she murmured. “But speaking of that, I think we’ve gotten off the subject. You were telling what you do when you…when you suck a woman’s nipples.” Her cheeks were getting rosy again and she ducked her head shyly but somehow managed to retain eye contact as she spoke.

  “Mmm…then I’ll continue.” Trey gave her a lazy smile. “After I rub my face against her, I like to kiss her everywhere…the slopes of her breasts…her areolas…all around her nipples but I don’t kiss the nipples themselves. Not yet.”

  “But why?” Was Mia’s breath coming a little faster—it seemed like it to him.

  “Because I’m building sensation. By the time I finally take her tight little bud into my mouth and suck her, I want her to want me to do it so badly she can’t help moaning.” He gave her another lazy grin.

  “She’ll moan because…she wants you to meet her needs?” Mia asked.

  Slowly, he nodded. “Exactly.”

  “And then what?” she wanted to know.

  “Well…after I suck and lick her nipples until they’re all tight and achy and she can feel every draw of my mouth like a tugging between her legs, then I move lower.”

  “You do?” Mia was looking confused again. “Why would you do that?”

  “Because I want to kiss her pussy too,” Trey murmured.

  “Her…pussy?” Seemingly of its own volition, her little hand left the hard point of the nipple it had been circling and slid down her body to rest between her thighs.

  “That’s right, her pussy,” Trey repeated. “Have you really never touched yourself there, Mia?”

  She blushed and shook her head.

  “I told you—we weren’t supposed to.”

  “Why don’t you touch yourself there now?” Trey suggested. He wasn’t quite sure how they had started this but since Mia seemed to be enjoying herself, he wasn’t about to end it unless she gave a signal that she wanted to or he started picking up the scent of her fear again.

  She bit her lip. “I don’t know…”

  “How can you meet my needs if you can’t meet your own?” Trey asked reasonably. “How can you tell me how you like to be touched if you don’t even know yourself?”

  “I guess…I guess you’re right.” She cupped herself a little more firmly.

  “You can reach inside the shirt if you want to,” Trey suggested. “You don’t have to let me see—I just want you to feel what it feels like and describe it to me.”

  “All right.” Looking like a female who has decided to act on a dangerous dare, she slipped her small hand between the panels of the shirt and cupped herself more fully.

  “Good.” Trey couldn’t keep the aroused growl out of his voice. She was so lovely and innocent, his little female. He liked to watch while she explored herself for the first time—liked to help her find pleasure in her body when she had been denied it for so long. “How does it feel?” he asked her.

  “Soft…warm. I suppose it’s a little like stroking a felinis.” She looked up at him. “Maybe…that’s why they call it a pussy?”

  “I wouldn’t be surprised.” He smiled. “But what does it feel like inside, Mia? It’s okay,” he added when she nibbled her bottom lip uncertainly. “It’s okay to touch yourself, Mia—to know yourself.”

  “I know but…it’s hard.” She looked up at him pleadingly. “Tell me how you touch a girl when you, uh, touch her there. Tell me the way you talked about the way you like to…like to suck her nipples.”

  Trey saw that she wanted him to lead the way and he was more than willing. He still had an arm around her shoulders and he wished he could reach around and cup one of her breasts. But he wasn’t sure if she would welcome the touch or not so for now, he just talked—just touched her with his words.

  “When I touch a female there—when I pet her pussy,” he murmured, “I’m very careful at first because it’s a delicate area. I like to start just cupping her in my palm, letting her feel the heat of my hand an