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Never.

[A fact that makes him feel both lost and excited. He can figure out the mechanics easily enough, but he doesn't know how to pleasure a woman, which is an entirely different matter. Confronted with her curves and her bare body, he doesn't know where to begin. His fingers graze her skin, running over her ribs to her breast, teasing her nipple. He assumes she'll tell him what she wants. She hasn't been shy so far.]

I'm guessing you've never touched one either. [ She slides a hand down her own body, letting him watch, wanting him to watch as he touches her in other ways. But her hand has a much lower goal and once her fingers slip between her thighs, she presses her legs slightly together to give herself a little more friction as she touches herself.]

That's a shame. We're very soft.

[He watches very closely. He wants to understand it, the pace and the pressure and the movements that can satisfy her.]

You are.

[Soft. Not unpleasantly. It isn't what he seeks out, but he isn't repulsed by it. The mysteries of her body might intimidate him, but he's not afraid. He learns from her, observing while he continues to play idly with her nipple, and once he believes he has some idea, his hand drops away to join hers between her legs.]

[ For this moment, she's content to play teacher but that might fade soon enough, the impatience that is a hallmark of this version of herself may shine through. For now, she's not interested in letting him just barrel forward when she wants to come herself.

She lets him touch her, guiding his hand to where hers had been, parting her legs more to give him better access, to show him where she wants to be touched.]

Here.

[Ronan doesn't know what makes here a particularly better spot than any other, but that's what she says, so that's what he does. He won't wear her patience thin. After all, he's a supernaturally quick study when he wants to be, so his fingers move precisely the way hers had, the way she wants them to. It's warmer than he expects, and wetter, and - most surprisingly - inviting even for him. His cock throbs with eagerness to be inside her.

He doesn't rush. She had shown him her pace and he takes his time in massaging her. Once he's confident and he can spare the focus, he bows down to kiss her. Not on the lips, but on the throat.]

[ Thankfully, he is a quick learner, it seems. And his fingers soon take the place of hers in touching her, which keeps her impatience at bay. She hums greedily, in confirmation that he's doing well, encouraging him to keep touching her as she rocks her hips a little into that touch.

Meanwhile, his mouth finds her throat and she reaches up to tug at his hair, experimentally, to see if he likes it or not, her voice a little more breathless than she intends it to be.]

Tell me how you want to take me, Ronan. Hard and fast? Slow? From behind? On top of me? How? Tell me.