“His head was thrown back, his chest heaving, and the look on his face was more indicative of pain than pleasure. Rosemary snatched her fingers back, certain she’d misunderstood the technique somehow. But he whimpered piteously and she realized, no, she couldn’t have misunderstood. Because (a) she was a genius, and (b) it just wasn’t that complicated” ConceitedSexual Naivety Book:Just One Taste Source: Just One Taste