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"I knew it would," he murmured. "You have magic fingers."

She chuckled. "You've seen nothing yet, big guy."

He swallowed audibly. "What are you planning to do to me?"

"Only good things. Lots and lots of pleasure."

He tilted his head so far back that he could look upside down into her eyes. "I don't want to be just the receiver. I want to be the giver."

"I know, sweetheart." She pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. "And you will."

"Promise?"

"Yes, I promise."

Jasmine still didn't know how she was going to do that without overwhelming him, scaring him, stressing him out, or embarrassing him. Virgin priests were not her specialty.

When she was done with the scalp massage, she took a fresh washcloth, wetted it with the spray nozzle, and rubbed the suds off.

After dipping it in the water again, she squirted some liquid soap onto the washcloth and ran it over his back, his neck, and his arms, lovingly stroking every part of him she could reach.

It should have been relaxing for Ell-rom, but his shoulders were stiff. She had a good idea why, but there wasn't much she could do about it. If she just looped her arms around him and reached for his pleasure handle, he would come like a firecracker and get embarrassed.

Damn. She had never been with someone so inexperienced.

How was she going to make him feel comfortable? Could she just be herself and do things the way she wanted?

When she leaned over him, flattening her breasts against his back to reach around and soap his chest, he groaned, but he didn't make a move to touch her. He was letting her lead because he assumed that she knew what she was doing.

Well, she did. She could seduce most men and give them a night to remember, but pleasuring a former virgin acolyte with amnesia would be uncharted territory for the most experienced of courtesans.

Her movements were slow, deliberate, appreciative of the raw potential of his big body. One day soon, he would be covered in corded muscles. Leaning over his shoulder, she could see the tip of his erection protruding over the bubbles, and her mouth watered for it.

He hadn't even touched her yet, and she was so damn aroused that if he mounted her right now, she would be ready for him.

Biting her lip, she moved the washcloth lower, soaping his stomach, but she stopped before reaching his bobbing shaft.

His groan sounded pained. "Jasmine," he breathed.

"Yes?"

He shook his head. "Nothing. Just don't stop."

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ELL-ROM

When Jasmine had massaged Ell-rom's scalp, it had relaxed him and aroused him at the same time. When she'd washed his back, shoulders, and arms, he'd gotten even more aroused, but when she wrapped her arms around him to wash his front and pressed her naked breasts to his back, the arousal became so intense that he felt lightheaded.

Hopefully, he wasn't going to faint from overstimulation and miss out on all that pleasure.

The feel of her hard nipples rubbing against his back made his shaft throb and elongate, eliciting urges he didn't think he had ever experienced. He wanted to turn around, grip Jasmine's waist, and ram the pulsating rod between his legs into her sheath.

He wasn't going to do that, but the image was so vivid in his mind that he wished he could at least grip the erection to assuage the ache.

How much longer could he endure this without doing anything?

Suddenly, she lifted off him, and his back was mourning the loss.