missing out, that true passion would be forever denied her, and a glint of anticipation ignited.
Maybe Christopher would furnish her with what no other man ever had.
Inciting him, inflaming him, she massaged his crotch. His cockstand was rigid against the placard of his trousers, and she flicked at the buttons, loosening them and slipping her hand under the fabric.
"What are you doing?" he inquired.
"I mean to caress your private parts. It will feel marvelous."
His state of titillation matched her own. "Yes, yes."
His phallus surged up to greet her, and she wrapped her fist around it, and stroked him in a steady rhythm. He was so randy, so tenacious, flexing with a youthful exuberance that charmed her.
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She was positive she was the only female who'd ever held him so intimately, so he wouldn't be able to endure for long. She wanted his initial voyage to be memorable, dramatic.
"I'm going to put my mouth on you," she clarified. "Has any woman attempted such a thing with you before?"
"No. Never."
"Do you know what I plan? Has it been explained to you?"
"I've listened to men talking."
Being renowned for her prowess at the lewd endeavor, she smirked. "My darling, allow me to demonstrate."
He reclined, and she slackened his pants, so that she had more space to maneuver. She scooted down and licked at the crown, lapping up his sexual juice. With scant foreplay, he was at the edge, and she took him inside, certain it would be a short race to the finish.
He thrust once, twice, thrice, and his seed gushed to the tip. With a moan of delight, he spilled himself, coming with great relish, pushing into her over and over, as if he couldn't reach the end.
Ultimately, the tempest subsided, his penetrations slowing, his erection waning. She enjoyed a last nibble across the sensitive head, savoring his taste, his smell; then she shifted away. Smug and pleased with her seduction, she cuddled herself to him, impatient for a compliment, or at least an upbeat comment, but he was silent.
"That was very spectacular," she ventured.
"Yes, it was," he concurred.
"I'm so glad you let me indulge."
5 9
She was a tad flustered by his reticence, but then, he was a virgin. Very likely, he couldn't decide on an appropriate remark.
"Shall we retire to my bed?" Anxious to continue, she cooed and stretched. "We can spend hours making love."
He glanced at the clock. "Actually, I have to meet with my mother in a few minutes."
"Your mother?" She loathed Regina and couldn't keep the derision out of her voice. "I thought you just spoke with her."
"I have to speak with her again."
"You're a grown man. And an earl. She can wait."
He shrugged. "When she's happy, it's easier for all concerned."
A spurt of temper flooded her. How dare he be so ungrateful! How dare he saunter out without so much as a fare-thee-we ll !
She almost disparaged him, but then, she remembered how new he was at carnal games. He didn't realize that it was uncouth to have his fun, then dash off. There was an etiquette attached to prurient enterprises, but he'd never been apprised. How could he be expected to follow the rules?
It was another aspect about which she would have to educate him during the leisurely, lazy trysts they would share.
"When will your appointment be concluded?"
"I can't say, but I'll be busy afterward. I have engagements scheduled from now till late."
"But I was so hoping you could sneak back upstairs."
"It won't be possible."
6 0
She bit down on a bitter retort. The foolish boy! Didn't he comprehend what he was passing up? Men begged for a chance to philander with her! She could have her pick, and she'd picked him, yet he was behaving as if the assignation hadn't meant anything, as if she hadn't meant anything.
She had her pride, though, and she wouldn't let him ascertain how furious she was. "Perhaps tonight, then. After everyone's abed."
"Perhaps," he equivocated, leaving her to conjecture whether he was interested or not, and
Maybe Christopher would furnish her with what no other man ever had.
Inciting him, inflaming him, she massaged his crotch. His cockstand was rigid against the placard of his trousers, and she flicked at the buttons, loosening them and slipping her hand under the fabric.
"What are you doing?" he inquired.
"I mean to caress your private parts. It will feel marvelous."
His state of titillation matched her own. "Yes, yes."
His phallus surged up to greet her, and she wrapped her fist around it, and stroked him in a steady rhythm. He was so randy, so tenacious, flexing with a youthful exuberance that charmed her.
58
She was positive she was the only female who'd ever held him so intimately, so he wouldn't be able to endure for long. She wanted his initial voyage to be memorable, dramatic.
"I'm going to put my mouth on you," she clarified. "Has any woman attempted such a thing with you before?"
"No. Never."
"Do you know what I plan? Has it been explained to you?"
"I've listened to men talking."
Being renowned for her prowess at the lewd endeavor, she smirked. "My darling, allow me to demonstrate."
He reclined, and she slackened his pants, so that she had more space to maneuver. She scooted down and licked at the crown, lapping up his sexual juice. With scant foreplay, he was at the edge, and she took him inside, certain it would be a short race to the finish.
He thrust once, twice, thrice, and his seed gushed to the tip. With a moan of delight, he spilled himself, coming with great relish, pushing into her over and over, as if he couldn't reach the end.
Ultimately, the tempest subsided, his penetrations slowing, his erection waning. She enjoyed a last nibble across the sensitive head, savoring his taste, his smell; then she shifted away. Smug and pleased with her seduction, she cuddled herself to him, impatient for a compliment, or at least an upbeat comment, but he was silent.
"That was very spectacular," she ventured.
"Yes, it was," he concurred.
"I'm so glad you let me indulge."
5 9
She was a tad flustered by his reticence, but then, he was a virgin. Very likely, he couldn't decide on an appropriate remark.
"Shall we retire to my bed?" Anxious to continue, she cooed and stretched. "We can spend hours making love."
He glanced at the clock. "Actually, I have to meet with my mother in a few minutes."
"Your mother?" She loathed Regina and couldn't keep the derision out of her voice. "I thought you just spoke with her."
"I have to speak with her again."
"You're a grown man. And an earl. She can wait."
He shrugged. "When she's happy, it's easier for all concerned."
A spurt of temper flooded her. How dare he be so ungrateful! How dare he saunter out without so much as a fare-thee-we ll !
She almost disparaged him, but then, she remembered how new he was at carnal games. He didn't realize that it was uncouth to have his fun, then dash off. There was an etiquette attached to prurient enterprises, but he'd never been apprised. How could he be expected to follow the rules?
It was another aspect about which she would have to educate him during the leisurely, lazy trysts they would share.
"When will your appointment be concluded?"
"I can't say, but I'll be busy afterward. I have engagements scheduled from now till late."
"But I was so hoping you could sneak back upstairs."
"It won't be possible."
6 0
She bit down on a bitter retort. The foolish boy! Didn't he comprehend what he was passing up? Men begged for a chance to philander with her! She could have her pick, and she'd picked him, yet he was behaving as if the assignation hadn't meant anything, as if she hadn't meant anything.
She had her pride, though, and she wouldn't let him ascertain how furious she was. "Perhaps tonight, then. After everyone's abed."
"Perhaps," he equivocated, leaving her to conjecture whether he was interested or not, and
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