I lay on my back, legs spread wide in an M-shape, but I deliberately kept my inner lips closed for now.
This was the moment the Marquis—and I—had been eagerly waiting for.
My pubic hair was left natural; he'd already agreed to shaving it smooth later on.
"This is my most embarrassing spot—Angelica Winfield's secret place, her folds, her pussy, her cunt.
You're the first man I've ever shown it to like this.
Please, touch it however you want, spread it open, stare at it, devour it with your eyes, lick it all over—enjoy it to your heart's content."
The words had barely left my lips when he parted my inner folds, and I felt his gaze on me.
A different kind of shame washed over me, nothing like what I'd felt with my breasts or nipples.
It was mortifying—I wanted to cover it with my hands and hide away.
But I fought back the urge, and with it came a rush of excitement.
Unlike my breasts, this was the one place on a woman that wasn't visible right away. It took effort—spreading my legs wide—to expose it to a man's eyes.
And now, his hands were pulling my lips apart, laying my pussy bare inside.
I'd climbed another step on this staircase.
Then came the touch of his tongue.
It circled just inside my folds, then delved deeper into my pussy, teasing the entrance to my vagina, brushing over my urethra.
After that, his fingers moved up top.
He peeled back the hood, exposing my clit to the air—and then his tongue attacked it.
Next, his finger slipped inside.
It stroked the walls as he pulled it out, then pushed back in.
With a deeper thrust, it probed further, touching something soft and folded.
That was the ring encircling my entrance—my proof of virginity.
He caressed that delicate membrane so gently, careful not to harm it.
It felt incredible, sending waves of pleasure through me. I must have been moaning, but I had no idea what sounds were coming out.
I lost track of time, but eventually, I locked eyes with the Marquis right above my face.
"Your face is a perfect blend of girlish cuteness and emerging womanly beauty—it's captivating all over again.
So many men have dreamed of seeing your breasts, your pussy, but none ever did. I'm the first.
I outbid them all at that auction to make sure of it.
And waiting instead of diving right in after you stripped? Totally worth it.
But it's not just looking—I'm touching, licking, savoring every bit as I please.
And next? How about this..."
He lifted my hips up high. It was like being flipped upside down (some wrestling move?).
"Now your face, your breasts, your pussy—and hey, even your ass—are all lined up in my view.
That gorgeous face right there with all your most private spots."
His words sparked a fresh wave of embarrassment as he toyed with my nipples while licking my pussy, flicking my clit.
He spread my entrance with his fingers, peering deep inside, his tongue exploring every inch.
My mind went blank again.
(Whether he'd seen my hymen was a question that only popped into my head much later.)