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“Because I've been thinking about having sex with you.”

A shocked laugh burst from her throat and she flushed to the roots of her hair. She swallowed and seemed incapable of forming a reply. Speechless
and
blushing, Knox thought. Damn, he was good.

“The crown chakra,” Knox prodded.

“Right.” The tip of her tongue peeked from between her lips as she turned to the end of the booklet. “Okay,” she began. “The crown chakra is the center of spiritual connectivity. Now that all of our chakras have been unblocked, we're supposed to imagine white light and lotus blossoms flowing from the tops of our heads.” Savannah's twinkling gaze met his astounded one.

“What?”

“Lotus blossoms and light flowing from our heads.” She twinkled her fingers above her head. “We're supposed to merge and inhale one another and feel in unity with the universe. We chant
mmm.
”

“Should we merge now or later?”

Her lips twitched. “Later. Come on, we're going to be late for breakfast.”

Knox heaved an exaggerated sigh and reluctantly stood. “I'd rather inhale and merge with you.”

“Later,” she laughed.

He would take that as a promise.

 

“W
ELCOME TO THE
long-awaited
Sacred Goddess Stimulation
class,” Rupali said with a secret smile. “I know you have all looked forward to this, but, before we begin, I would like to take a moment to caution you about what you are about to see and hear in this particular class.” She paused. “This is a very dramatic lesson, very graphic. There is simply no way to adequately show you how to perform these services for your lover without demonstrating them. You are welcome to practice on your lover during class, but your time would be best spent observing and learning from Edgar and me. If you are in any way going to be uncomfortable with what I have just explained, then you shouldn't be here.”

Well, that ruled her out,
Savannah thought. That huge map of a vagina sitting on the easel next to Rupali had, quite frankly, shocked the crap out of her. “Knox, I—”

“No.”

Well, all righty then.
Savannah settled back into her seat, and did her dead-level best to ignore the huge vaginal chart.

“Is there anyone who would like to leave this class?” Rupali asked.

Several headshakes and soft-spoken no's filtered through the room, assuring Savannah that they were all a bunch of perverts, herself included. She didn't know exactly what all
Secret Goddess Stimulation
entailed, but she strongly suspected that it would have been something better learned in the privacy of their room with a handy how-to video.

“Okay, then. Let's begin.” Rupali looked to her husband and he stepped forward.

“Men, this class is about learning how to properly please your woman, what makes her feel good, what will bring her pleasure.” His gaze lingered on the class at large for a moment, then he continued. “First, we're going to cover the basic anatomy of the female sex.”

To Savannah's growing discomfort, Edgar pointed out all of the necessary female parts, lingering particularly on the clitoris, which he described as the pearl of sensation.

Edgar held up a glass jar—his
yoni
puppet—and demonstrated the proper way to find a woman's G-spot. He curled his ring finger and wiggled it back and forth. “Can everyone see? It's not the depth, the length, or the size which stimulates this concentration of sensitive cells, it's the positioning. Once you get it right, you'll be able to bring her to climax—possibly even ejaculation—every time you make love.” He smiled. “And, yes, I said ejaculation. Though it's
known to be a rare occurrence in traditional intercourse, women can and do typically ejaculate during tantric sex. Ah, I see a few skeptical faces in the crowd. In just a few moments I will provide the proof of that statement.”

Rupali laughed. “I think it is
I
who will be the one providing the proof, darling.”

Savannah had to confess a degree of morbid fascination. She'd read about female ejaculation before, but had never imagined she'd get to witness the phenomenon.

“Jesus,” Knox breathed next to her.

“What's the matter?”

“I don't know if I can watch this,” he said.

“What?” She swiveled to look at him. “I thought this was the class that you'd been waiting for?”

A muscle worked in his tense jaw. “Yeah, but I was wrong. I don't want to look at this woman's yoni—I want to look at yours. This is too weird, too cracked. It's like watching my parents.”

“Well, it's too late now,” Savannah hissed. “We're stuck here. Just avert your eyes.”

“Can't,” Knox said. “It's like looking at a highway accident. You dread it, but you can't look away.”

“Well, try. It'll be over soon.”

Knox startled her by sliding his hand in hers, sending a flush of delight and warmth straight to her rapidly beating heart.

It wasn't over soon—it lasted forever. Rupali and
Edgar were seasoned tantrics and believed in letting the class get their money's worth because, much to Knox and Savannah's horror, Edgar showed how to pleasure Rupali repeatedly. With his hand, his penis and a few battery-operated gadgets that Savannah had never seen. Several members of the class had decided to test their newfound knowledge during the session as well. So, not only did they get to see Rupali and Edgar's “sacred spaces” and “wands of light,” they got to see several others, too.

In addition to those orgylike images, Rupali and Edgar made good on their promise—Rupali ejaculated. Knox had become increasingly miserable throughout the lesson, but seemed particularly disturbed by watching Rupali's
amrita
—or “sweet nectar”—arc through the air like a clear rainbow.

Soon after Edgar and Rupali announced a brief intermission for refreshments between classes.
Love His Lingam
would start momentarily.

“I want to go to the room,” Knox whispered tightly.

“You don't want to participate in
Love His Lingam?
”

“No.”

“Knox, I hesitate to bring this up, but you're the one who planned this trip and you're the one who wanted to do this story. I'm not remotely interested in going in here and learning how to blow you or give you a hand job—I can do that without any instruction and guarantee that you won't have any
complaints. But if we're going to do this story the way we should, then you know we need to just suck it up and go.”

Knox grinned. “Suck it up, eh?”

She jabbed him. “You know what I mean,” she said impatiently.

“Oh, all right,” Knox finally relented. “But I am not going to like it,” he growled.

“I didn't say you had to like it, I just said you had to suck it up.”

“Only if you will, baby,” Knox muttered. “Only if you will.”

Savannah conjured a sexy grin, leaned forward and, to Knox's complete astonishment, stroked him through the
kurta
the way she'd been wanting to for the past forty-eight hours. “You can bet your sweet ass.”

B
Y THE TIME
Rupali had finished
Loving Edgar's Lingam,
Knox was in a shell-shocked, near-catatonic state. Sure he'd gleaned a few little tidbits of knowledge about his equipment that he hadn't known, such as where his supposed G-spot was located. That, Knox remembered with ballooning horror, explained the acute fascination with the
rosebud.

His G-spot would remain a virgin, thank you very much.

Edgar had also lectured on attaining the inner orgasm, and had preached against the “squirt,” which was reputed to waste a man's sexual energy and rob a woman of her potential multiple orgasms.

In order to avoid the outer orgasm, men were encouraged to practice deep, controlled breathing and to tighten their pubococcygeal and anal sphincter muscles—Knox inwardly shuddered—and to draw the force of their inner ejaculation up through their unblocked chakras, then out of their crown chakra.

Kind of like a volcanic orgasm, Knox had decided after watching Edgar shimmy and shake and look all but ready to blow. Knox winced. Quite frankly, the
process looked—and sounded—painful. It had also been very noisy.

Honestly, he hadn't heard so much groaning, moaning and grunting since he'd visited the pig barn at the county fair as a child. Apparently, though, noisy sex promoted tantric energy and so the class was encouraged to sing with their true voices and get as loud as they wished tonight.

Tonight.

Undoubtedly the whole damn villa would come crumbling down around them, brought on by the racket and vibrations of noisy sex.

Edgar and Rupali stood arm and arm in front of the class their cheeks flushed from an exertion Knox would just as soon forget. “This concludes our teachings,” Edgar said, smiling. “We hope that what you have learned will promote sexual health and healing, and will deepen your sexual and spiritual connection with your lover.”

“Tonight, you will go to your rooms and put all of the lessons we have taught you into practice,” Rupali interjected airily. “Open yourselves up and connect with each other as you never have before. Embrace your lover, let your true songs be sung, and seek the harmony of the
kundalini.
” She smiled. “There are no additional instructions for tonight. Build upon the intimacies of the shared bath and dinner. Enhance them to fit your purposes, your pleasures. Go…and enjoy. We will meet in the common
room and share our experiences and bid our farewells in the morning.” The class began to disperse eagerly.

Savannah turned to Knox and a tentative, endearing smile curved her lips. “Well,” she said nervously.

Anticipation and some other curious emotion not readily identified mushroomed inside him. With effort, he swallowed and threaded his fingers through hers and tugged her toward their room. He grinned. “Come on, Barbie.”

The walk back to their room seemed to take forever and in those few interminable minutes, a fist of anxiety tightened in Knox's chest, momentarily dousing the perpetual fire he'd carried in his loins.

He'd made love to women countless times, had committed carnal acts so depraved and hedonistic they would make even the unflappable Dr. Ruth blush. Knox was no stranger to sex and was confident in his ability to pleasure a woman.

But Savannah Reeves wasn't just any woman and the importance of that fact had hit him just seconds ago when she'd turned to him with eyes that were equally lit with desire and trepidation. Knox inexplicably knew that this woman—this time with this woman—was going to be different…and it scared the living hell out of him.

He could feel the tension vibrating off her slim frame as well, and wondered if she had suddenly had second thoughts. Knox opened the door and let her pass. Her anxious expression made him feel like a
class-A bastard. He'd pushed her into this, he knew. He hadn't left well enough alone and now—

Savannah whirled around as soon as the door closed behind them, grabbed on to the front of his
kurta
and launched herself at his mouth.

Knox staggered back against the wall as the force of her desire blindsided him. Savannah's tongue plunged hungrily in and out of his mouth, suckled him, and burned through any doubts as to why she'd been anxious.

She wanted him.

She was here in his arms, feeding at his mouth, her hands roaming greedily over him, as though she couldn't—wouldn't—ever get enough of him.

Knox sucked in a harsh breath and a strange quiver rippled through his belly. The nudge commenced with an insistent jab. Lust detonated low in his loins, made him want to roar with desire, haul her to the bed and plow into that hot, wet valley between her thighs.

With a growl of pleasure, Knox molded her slim, supple body more closely to his, felt her squirm against him in an unspoken plea for release. Her pebbled breasts raked across his chest, igniting a trail of indescribably perfect sensation.

Savannah drew back. Blue flames danced in her somnolent gaze. “Do you know how I got through that last class?” she asked huskily.

Knox shook his head.

“I kept thinking about getting to do all those
things to you. My hands on your body, you in my mouth…” She pulled in a breath. “I have a very keen imagination and for the past several hours, I've been imagining this night,” she said, her foggy tones almost hypnotic. “Imagining everything that I want to do to you—and with you—and everything I want you to do to me.” She cocked her head invitingly toward the bathroom. “Now I want to show you. Whaddya say we start with a bath?”

Savannah stepped back and, in a gesture so inherently sexy it stole his breath, she pulled the
kurta
up over her head and let it drop to the floor. Then, with a saucy wink, she turned and walked to the bathroom.

She'd undoubtedly be the death of him, Knox thought, if indeed a man could expire from sexual stimulation. But, oh, what a way to go…

 

S
AVANNAH POURED
a bottle of scented oil that had magically appeared in their bathroom today into the steaming tub and felt a feline smile of satisfaction curl her lips. She'd been waiting for this day forever, had been waiting for this time with him forever, and now—at long last—she would have him.

Repeatedly, she hoped.

Something, warm, hot and languid snaked through her body at the thought, sending a pulse of sensation straight to her quivering womb. Her breasts grew heavy and her nipples tightened and tingled hungrily in anticipation of Knox's hot mouth.

The object of her lusty thoughts chose that moment to stroll naked into the bathroom. Savannah let her gaze roam over his magnificent body slowly, committing to memory each perfect inch of his impressive form. His eyes were dark and slumberous, and burned with a heat she recognized because it sizzled in her as well.

Her gaze skimmed the broad, muscled shoulders, washboard abdomen, lean waist and then settled drunkenly on his fully erect—
enormous
—penis, the one she simply couldn't wait to take into her mouth and, later, feel throbbing deeply inside her. His thighs were powerfully muscled, yet lean and athletic. And, oh, that ass…There was absolutely nothing about him physically that could be improved upon. Even his feet were perfect.

Savannah pulled in a shuddering breath as every cell in her body became hammeringly aware of him, clamoring for him and the cataclysmic release she knew she would find in his arms.

While she'd been openly appraising him, she in turn had been undergoing a similarly intense study. Knox's hot gaze had raked down her body in a leisurely fashion that felt more like a caress than a mere look, and the heat that presently funneled in her womb as a result of that narrow scrutiny was rapidly whipping her insides into a froth of insatiable need.

His lips quirked into a slow sexy grin. “You've told me what you've been thinking about today. Why
don't you get in that tub and I'll
show
you what I've been thinking about.”

Oh, sweet heaven.
Savannah's bones all but melted. She stepped into the warm, scented water and sank down until only the tips of her breasts peeked above the foggy surface.

Knox slid in behind her so that she sat in the open vee of his thighs. Savannah's eyes fluttered shut and a sound of pure contentment puffed past her smiling lips as he snaked an arm around her waist and tugged her back against him. His warmth engulfed her, the hot, hard length of him pressed against the small of her back. Knox reached around her, filled his cupped hands with water and then palmed her breasts, kneaded them, rolled her beaded nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Savannah gasped, curled her toes and pressed her back more firmly against him.

He nuzzled her neck. “This was one of the things I've been thinking about,” Knox murmured huskily. “Feeling your plump breasts in my hands, thumbing your pouty nipples. Do you have any idea how perfect you are? How absolutely beautiful?” His hands mimicked his words and played languidly at her sensitized breasts, forcing another gasp of pleasure from her lips.

Savannah didn't bother to answer, but raised an arm, cupped the back of his head and turned to find his lips. She kissed him long and hard, soft and deep, slow yet purposefully, and all the while, Knox continued a magnificent assault on her aching breasts.
Then he moved lower, over her trembling belly, until finally he parted her curls and swept a finger over her throbbing, woefully neglected clit. Savannah jerked as sensation bolted through her, and she whimpered against his plundering mouth.

Knox drew back and slid his fingers into the hot, wet folds of her sex. “I've been wanting to do that as well,” he said, rhythmically stroking her. “Feel the slick heat of your body, swallow your gasps, taste your groans.”

Savannah's feminine muscles clenched beneath the exquisite pressure of his fingers. A long, slow drag, a swirl over her nub, and back again, over and over with his tender, mind-numbing assault. Her breath came in rapid, helpless puffs. Savannah felt her womb quicken, recognized the sharp tug of the beginning of a climax. She bit her bottom lip, a pathetic attempt to stem the steady flow of longing hurtling through her. He rocked gently behind her, mimicking the steady thought-shattering pressure. It built and built, like the tightening of a screw until something inside her finally—blessedly—snapped. Her body bowed from the shock, the explosion of sensation, and wept with the pulsing torrent and sweet rain of release.

Knox continued to gently rub her, light delicate strokes that made the orgasm seem to go on forever, more than she could bear.

She twisted away from those wicked fingers and turned around, straddled him and kissed him deeply
once more. She sucked his tongue, nipped at his lips. The feel of his wet, hard body, slickened with the vaguest hint of oil, felt excessively hedonistic beneath her questing palms. Savannah pulled in a shaky breath as she felt the incredibly long length of him slide along her nether lips. She pressed her aching breasts to his chest and quivered with delight as his masculine hair abraded her sensitive nipples. She slid her hands down the smooth planes of his chest, ran her nails over the hardened nubs of his nipples and was rewarded when Knox hissed with pleasure.

“Damn,” he groaned.

Savannah smiled evilly. “Oh, no baby, that's not a damn.
This
merits a damn.” She reached down between their practically joined bodies and took him in her hand.

Knox drew in a sharp breath and jerked against her palm. “Y-you're right,” he stuttered. “That is most definitely a damn.”

Savannah ran her hand up and down the length of him, palmed the sensitive head of his penis and marveled once again over the sheer size of him. He was extraordinarily large, marvelously huge…and for the time being, all hers. Every splendid inch of him.

She worked the length of him, up and down, long steady strokes, feathery touches, but soon touching him simply wasn't enough.

She wanted to taste him.

She gestured toward the steps and gently moved his body in that direction, and eventually managed
to put him exactly where she wanted him—in her mouth.

Knox's swiftly indrawn breath was music to her ears. Sing your true songs, indeed, Savannah thought with a smile as she licked the swollen head of his penis. She alternated nibbles and sucks down the sides of him, ran her lips up and down his long length, and cuddled his testicles. Emboldened, she touched her tongue to those, too, and pulled one into her mouth and rolled it around her tongue.

Knox jerked and hissed another tortured breath. “Damn.”

Savannah paused her ministrations. “Yeah, that should qualify as a damn.” She smiled against him. “And so should this.”

With that enigmatic comment, Savannah wrapped her lips around him, took him fully into her mouth and sucked hard. She curled her tongue around him, licked and suckled, over and over, and dragged him deeper and deeper into her mouth. She worked his base, gently massaged his testicles, and slid him in and out of her mouth. Knox's breath grew ragged and his thighs tensed, heralding the arrival of his impending climax.

When the first taste of his salty essence hit her tongue, Savannah drew back, took him in her hand and pumped him hard. She felt the rush of his orgasm shoot through the length of him like a bullet down the barrel of a gun, then felt him jerk and shudder as the hot blast burst from his loins. She milked him,
drawing every last ounce of pleasure from him that she could.

Knox halted her ministrations with the touch of his trembling hand. “Enough,” he growled. He stood and drew her up with him. “Let's go to bed.”

She'd thought he'd never ask, Savannah thought. Knox snagged a towel from the bar and gently swabbed down her body, then hastily ran it over himself as well. Within seconds, they were rolling around the bed, a tangle of desperate arms and legs. The first orgasm had merely taken the edge off, but hadn't begun to dull the attraction. She still wanted him more than she wanted her next breath. Still couldn't wait to feel him plunging into her, couldn't wait to have his hot hands anchored at her waist while she sank down upon him.