shining, she reached out to clasp his cock where it reared up between them. Her fingers tightened and he groaned deep in his throat.
“What do you want me to do, sir?” she breathed.
He tried to read her face through his haze of desire.
She didn’t seem to be afraid. Instead there was a tenseness about her that spoke of need, of want, just like him.
“Take me in your mouth,” he commanded in a deep, rough voice.
She looked into his eyes, uncertain, trying to read his thoughts, and then she gave a quick nod of her head and sank down to her knees before him on the luxurious Turkish rug. She seemed to set herself before she leaned forward and began to lick the head of his cock, delicately, like a cat.
Gervais could see she was mimicking what he had done to her and he would have smiled if he could have. Clever girl. He thrust against her mouth and she opened her lips and let him in, and then a little more.
“Oh yes,” he groaned. “That’s it. And grasp the base…”
For a moment he was lost in the sensation, but as his pleasure built he knew he didn’t want to spill into her mouth. Not her first time—and her only time with him, he reminded himself, but hastily pushed the thought away. He reached down to raise her up and holding her close he kissed her mouth to mouth.
“Come to bed,” he murmured against her lips that tasted of him.
A sound outside. Were they readying the gallows?
He quickened his steps, pulling her along as if they were in a race, and they fell on the bed together, laughing as he rolled her over and on top of him, clinging, their naked flesh grinding together. He felt his cock brush against her thigh and she stilled, feeling it too. She lifted herself up with her hands pressing against his chest, and gazed down into his face.
Reading the question in her eyes he said, “I’m entirely at your disposal, Katherine.”
Chapter Eight
Katherine hesitated.
This was very daring of her, but during this night she’d become very daring. Gervais had helped her to do that. She’d felt as timid as a mouse when she arrived and now…now she was contemplating riding her man like a stallion.
She lifted herself upon his body, until she was kneeling on either side of his thighs. Gervais lay still and complacent, but he was watching her, his eyes half-open and gleaming darkly. Was he worried about what she intended? She smiled to think that her highwayman might tremble.
Reaching out she brushed his cock with her fingers, then held it more firmly. He liked that. She had been able to tell when she knelt before him how much he liked it. The way his face changed, his mouth softened, and he looked younger and less careworn.
This was for him, Katherine thought, but for her as well. For she’d discovered she enjoyed giving this man pleasure.
She leaned forward and nuzzled against his shaft. He was like velvet-covered steel and she ran her tongue from base to tip. He groaned, lifting his hips toward her. Creeping closer, she rose up on her knees and toes until she was positioned over his cock. And then slowly, ever so slowly, she sank down.
He reached to clasp her hips, steadying her, giving her support, but nothing more.
She let herself slide down a little, taking more of him, and then again. It felt so good, she felt so good. Her pearl slid along his cock, sending pleasure like a shock through her tense body, and with a gasp she did it again.
“It feels so…so good,” she managed to say.
Her sheath clenched about him. She instinctively worked her inner muscles in a manner she’d never thought possible. Gervais groaned and thrust upwards, filling her.
In this position she felt as if he was even deeper inside her, that he was even bigger. She rocked her hips and the sensation made them both groan. Then she tried to slide up and down him but it was hard work. Soon she discovered that by leaning forward slightly, resting her palms upon his chest, she could manage it far better.
Lifting and
“What do you want me to do, sir?” she breathed.
He tried to read her face through his haze of desire.
She didn’t seem to be afraid. Instead there was a tenseness about her that spoke of need, of want, just like him.
“Take me in your mouth,” he commanded in a deep, rough voice.
She looked into his eyes, uncertain, trying to read his thoughts, and then she gave a quick nod of her head and sank down to her knees before him on the luxurious Turkish rug. She seemed to set herself before she leaned forward and began to lick the head of his cock, delicately, like a cat.
Gervais could see she was mimicking what he had done to her and he would have smiled if he could have. Clever girl. He thrust against her mouth and she opened her lips and let him in, and then a little more.
“Oh yes,” he groaned. “That’s it. And grasp the base…”
For a moment he was lost in the sensation, but as his pleasure built he knew he didn’t want to spill into her mouth. Not her first time—and her only time with him, he reminded himself, but hastily pushed the thought away. He reached down to raise her up and holding her close he kissed her mouth to mouth.
“Come to bed,” he murmured against her lips that tasted of him.
A sound outside. Were they readying the gallows?
He quickened his steps, pulling her along as if they were in a race, and they fell on the bed together, laughing as he rolled her over and on top of him, clinging, their naked flesh grinding together. He felt his cock brush against her thigh and she stilled, feeling it too. She lifted herself up with her hands pressing against his chest, and gazed down into his face.
Reading the question in her eyes he said, “I’m entirely at your disposal, Katherine.”
Chapter Eight
Katherine hesitated.
This was very daring of her, but during this night she’d become very daring. Gervais had helped her to do that. She’d felt as timid as a mouse when she arrived and now…now she was contemplating riding her man like a stallion.
She lifted herself upon his body, until she was kneeling on either side of his thighs. Gervais lay still and complacent, but he was watching her, his eyes half-open and gleaming darkly. Was he worried about what she intended? She smiled to think that her highwayman might tremble.
Reaching out she brushed his cock with her fingers, then held it more firmly. He liked that. She had been able to tell when she knelt before him how much he liked it. The way his face changed, his mouth softened, and he looked younger and less careworn.
This was for him, Katherine thought, but for her as well. For she’d discovered she enjoyed giving this man pleasure.
She leaned forward and nuzzled against his shaft. He was like velvet-covered steel and she ran her tongue from base to tip. He groaned, lifting his hips toward her. Creeping closer, she rose up on her knees and toes until she was positioned over his cock. And then slowly, ever so slowly, she sank down.
He reached to clasp her hips, steadying her, giving her support, but nothing more.
She let herself slide down a little, taking more of him, and then again. It felt so good, she felt so good. Her pearl slid along his cock, sending pleasure like a shock through her tense body, and with a gasp she did it again.
“It feels so…so good,” she managed to say.
Her sheath clenched about him. She instinctively worked her inner muscles in a manner she’d never thought possible. Gervais groaned and thrust upwards, filling her.
In this position she felt as if he was even deeper inside her, that he was even bigger. She rocked her hips and the sensation made them both groan. Then she tried to slide up and down him but it was hard work. Soon she discovered that by leaning forward slightly, resting her palms upon his chest, she could manage it far better.
Lifting and
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