carefully. His fingers sank deep into her sheath and pumped softly at the part he wanted his mouth around.
Cool air kissed the naked flesh that sprang forth from the confinement of his breeches. Her mouth was immediately on him, spreading warmth and wetness around the head. Her tongue swept around the head tentatively. “Suck it into your mouth, love.”
In her inexperience, she took in only the head, but she sucked it with a hunger that surprised him and turned him on more. He thrust his hips up from the bench, taking her mouth like he wanted to take her sheath. With his free hand, he reached down the front of her dress, slid his hand beneath the lightly boned corset, and grasped her breast, rolling the distended tip of her nipple till mewls fell past her lips and hummed along his manhood and tightened his testicles.
“Don’t be afraid to suck it harder and deeper, love.”
His fingers were pumping in and out of her at a steady rhythm now. They were drenched with the evidence of her desire. The blond curls atop her head bobbed back and forth as she licked and sucked at him with a fervor that nearly undid him.
“Take the base in hand and pull it up and down.” His voice was hoarse, needy.
She did as he asked, and he knew that he’d be done before long. The first awareness that he was going to climax in her mouth tickled at his balls and he felt the first bit of pre-come push out from the tip of his cock. He should pull out and fist his climax into a handkerchief, but he never wanted her to stop sucking him. He grasped her breast tighter, fucked her sheath harder with his hand, and tried to hold back, but before he could tell her to slow down, he was spurting into her willing mouth. She took him greedily, hungrily.
He pulled her off him and pressed her back on the opposite bench. Falling to his knees, he hitched her skirts out of his way and opened the lips of her sex to his gaze. Even in the semi-darkness he could see her juices glistening around the entrance of her sheath and dampening the soft curls.
He thrust his tongue deep, sucking at the lips and moving higher to pull the nub of her clitoris into his mouth. It was swollen and pulsated against his tongue as he licked and tasted at her like a man starving. Her hands reached for his shoulders, and her slippered feet pushed against the opposite bench. She panted out heavily, and her grip tightened and loosened at his shoulders, in rhythm with the thrusts of his tongue. He grew impossibly hard again, needing to take her the moment she reached her climax.
“George, oh God. I need you so badly, George.”
She continued to make noises of need above him, her sheath milking his tongue as he sucked on the juices of her pleasure. The thrust of her pelvis against his tongue and face told him she was close to finishing, and then she did climax around his tongue.
Her movements were jerky, desperate. Pulling back, he came over her and thrust up into the heaven between her legs. Kate cupped his head between her hands and licked at his mouth. Their tongues tangled as their bodies completely joined, till finally they hit a second climax together and fell half on the bench, half on the floor, completely entangled.
It was some minutes before either of them moved. George hoisted Kate up and helped to twist her dress back in place. Her cheeks were flush, her eyes glazed with a look of euphoria.
“You look well tumbled, dear.”
“I imagine I do.” She reached for the loose pins in her hair and started pulling them out so she could rearrange the long tresses. “Thank goodness we will be out of the carriage in a few short hours. Traveling for so long has been tiresome, and I want nothing more than to sink into a hot bath to soothe my sore, cramped muscles from being trapped in the carriage for so long.”
She twisted her hair into a simple bun before yanking up the front of her dress where he’d pulled it down so far that her nipples were nearly visible.
“You look
Cool air kissed the naked flesh that sprang forth from the confinement of his breeches. Her mouth was immediately on him, spreading warmth and wetness around the head. Her tongue swept around the head tentatively. “Suck it into your mouth, love.”
In her inexperience, she took in only the head, but she sucked it with a hunger that surprised him and turned him on more. He thrust his hips up from the bench, taking her mouth like he wanted to take her sheath. With his free hand, he reached down the front of her dress, slid his hand beneath the lightly boned corset, and grasped her breast, rolling the distended tip of her nipple till mewls fell past her lips and hummed along his manhood and tightened his testicles.
“Don’t be afraid to suck it harder and deeper, love.”
His fingers were pumping in and out of her at a steady rhythm now. They were drenched with the evidence of her desire. The blond curls atop her head bobbed back and forth as she licked and sucked at him with a fervor that nearly undid him.
“Take the base in hand and pull it up and down.” His voice was hoarse, needy.
She did as he asked, and he knew that he’d be done before long. The first awareness that he was going to climax in her mouth tickled at his balls and he felt the first bit of pre-come push out from the tip of his cock. He should pull out and fist his climax into a handkerchief, but he never wanted her to stop sucking him. He grasped her breast tighter, fucked her sheath harder with his hand, and tried to hold back, but before he could tell her to slow down, he was spurting into her willing mouth. She took him greedily, hungrily.
He pulled her off him and pressed her back on the opposite bench. Falling to his knees, he hitched her skirts out of his way and opened the lips of her sex to his gaze. Even in the semi-darkness he could see her juices glistening around the entrance of her sheath and dampening the soft curls.
He thrust his tongue deep, sucking at the lips and moving higher to pull the nub of her clitoris into his mouth. It was swollen and pulsated against his tongue as he licked and tasted at her like a man starving. Her hands reached for his shoulders, and her slippered feet pushed against the opposite bench. She panted out heavily, and her grip tightened and loosened at his shoulders, in rhythm with the thrusts of his tongue. He grew impossibly hard again, needing to take her the moment she reached her climax.
“George, oh God. I need you so badly, George.”
She continued to make noises of need above him, her sheath milking his tongue as he sucked on the juices of her pleasure. The thrust of her pelvis against his tongue and face told him she was close to finishing, and then she did climax around his tongue.
Her movements were jerky, desperate. Pulling back, he came over her and thrust up into the heaven between her legs. Kate cupped his head between her hands and licked at his mouth. Their tongues tangled as their bodies completely joined, till finally they hit a second climax together and fell half on the bench, half on the floor, completely entangled.
It was some minutes before either of them moved. George hoisted Kate up and helped to twist her dress back in place. Her cheeks were flush, her eyes glazed with a look of euphoria.
“You look well tumbled, dear.”
“I imagine I do.” She reached for the loose pins in her hair and started pulling them out so she could rearrange the long tresses. “Thank goodness we will be out of the carriage in a few short hours. Traveling for so long has been tiresome, and I want nothing more than to sink into a hot bath to soothe my sore, cramped muscles from being trapped in the carriage for so long.”
She twisted her hair into a simple bun before yanking up the front of her dress where he’d pulled it down so far that her nipples were nearly visible.
“You look
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