purred. "So tightly curled."
Despite his claimed principles about nuns, he was touching her. Thank you, dear Lord! She'd never felt this much anxiety and need in her nether regions. She was usually glad to get the sex over with.
Now his firm hand circled her ankle and lifted it to the edge of the pallet. Vivienne felt cool air wash over her damp pussy and knew she was exposed to the warrior's wicked gaze. His hand rested again on her inner thigh, warm and firm. Slowly he pushed on it, easing her further open, while he stared down at her vulnerable sex. His touch was mere inches from her entrance, fingertips trailing over the soft, dark curls of her pubic hair, just missing her labia. She tried pushing herself against his hand, but he withdrew at once and admonished her sternly.
"Sister Vivienne, what can be the meaning of that dampness shining on your voluptuous pussy pout?"
She bit her lip, playing the innocent. "I..I don't know...what you mean by that. What's a ...pussy pout?"
"This." He pressed the pad of his thumb to her labia. "As pretty as the mouth on your face. Tempting my kiss."
He rubbed his thumb back and forth, toying with her flesh. "You have a very eager pussy, Sister Vivienne. Look down," he urged huskily. "See how it blossoms."
She closed her eyes, not needing to see.
He gently pinched her nether lips together. "You should be in a chastity belt, Sister Vivienne, to keep you out of trouble." Then he took his hand away and her eyes flashed open. She watched him lick his fingers. "Sweeter than the wine." He moved back, kneeling before her. "Has a man—or woman—ever touched you there before?"
She shook her head.
"Never put their mouth on you down there?"
"Of course not!"
"You would not lie to me would you, Sister Vivienne?"
Her reply was just as pert as it was equivocal. "It is a sin to lie."
Both his hands went to his cock, already erect again.
"I can't do this with you watching me, Sister Vivienne," he complained tersely. "It was different before, but now you would be complicit in the crime. Now you know I'm looking at your virgin womanhood as I spend, and you should close your legs and stop me. But if you can't see me looking, you are not the one at fault."
"Oh, but I..."
"Close your eyes. Don't look at me. 'Tis for the best. For your sake."
"Why?" she demanded, breathless, yearning.
"If you watch me, you might accidentally know wicked pleasure from it. You must not become excited, Sister Vivienne, or else that makes you a sinner, too. There's no hope for me. For you there is."
Damn him and his ideas about keeping her free of blame. Was the man addled? Couldn't he see and feel how much she wanted him?
His eyes had become strangely opaque as he gazed at her. "Turn around then," he whispered. "On your hands and knees. I'll look at you that way." His lips moved stiffly over his teeth, as if he fought to keep from grinning. "Then you won't see what I do. You won't be tempted to touch yourself, Sister Vivienne. Even if you open your eyes by accident, you won't see."
Vivienne realized he would not let her climax at all if he had his way. Damn him.
Then she'd do it her way.
So she turned over onto her knees, hiked her gown up, bent over and spread her legs.
"Sister Vivienne," he snapped, "don't touch your—"
She disobeyed before he could complete his warning, sliding a hand between her legs, rubbing herself, arching her back and sticking her lower body high in the air to be sure he saw. If he resisted this, she thought churlishly, the man was inhuman.
* * * *
Thierry choked on his own spittle as he drew a series of rapid, taut breaths, watching her fingers work expertly at the pink jewel nestled between the full lips of her pussy. Her first climax was almost instantaneous. He saw her tremble, heard her low groans, witnessed the tightening pulse in her thighs, cheeks and core where the pink nether lips tightened on her fingers. He shuffled close enough on his knees to see moisture
Despite his claimed principles about nuns, he was touching her. Thank you, dear Lord! She'd never felt this much anxiety and need in her nether regions. She was usually glad to get the sex over with.
Now his firm hand circled her ankle and lifted it to the edge of the pallet. Vivienne felt cool air wash over her damp pussy and knew she was exposed to the warrior's wicked gaze. His hand rested again on her inner thigh, warm and firm. Slowly he pushed on it, easing her further open, while he stared down at her vulnerable sex. His touch was mere inches from her entrance, fingertips trailing over the soft, dark curls of her pubic hair, just missing her labia. She tried pushing herself against his hand, but he withdrew at once and admonished her sternly.
"Sister Vivienne, what can be the meaning of that dampness shining on your voluptuous pussy pout?"
She bit her lip, playing the innocent. "I..I don't know...what you mean by that. What's a ...pussy pout?"
"This." He pressed the pad of his thumb to her labia. "As pretty as the mouth on your face. Tempting my kiss."
He rubbed his thumb back and forth, toying with her flesh. "You have a very eager pussy, Sister Vivienne. Look down," he urged huskily. "See how it blossoms."
She closed her eyes, not needing to see.
He gently pinched her nether lips together. "You should be in a chastity belt, Sister Vivienne, to keep you out of trouble." Then he took his hand away and her eyes flashed open. She watched him lick his fingers. "Sweeter than the wine." He moved back, kneeling before her. "Has a man—or woman—ever touched you there before?"
She shook her head.
"Never put their mouth on you down there?"
"Of course not!"
"You would not lie to me would you, Sister Vivienne?"
Her reply was just as pert as it was equivocal. "It is a sin to lie."
Both his hands went to his cock, already erect again.
"I can't do this with you watching me, Sister Vivienne," he complained tersely. "It was different before, but now you would be complicit in the crime. Now you know I'm looking at your virgin womanhood as I spend, and you should close your legs and stop me. But if you can't see me looking, you are not the one at fault."
"Oh, but I..."
"Close your eyes. Don't look at me. 'Tis for the best. For your sake."
"Why?" she demanded, breathless, yearning.
"If you watch me, you might accidentally know wicked pleasure from it. You must not become excited, Sister Vivienne, or else that makes you a sinner, too. There's no hope for me. For you there is."
Damn him and his ideas about keeping her free of blame. Was the man addled? Couldn't he see and feel how much she wanted him?
His eyes had become strangely opaque as he gazed at her. "Turn around then," he whispered. "On your hands and knees. I'll look at you that way." His lips moved stiffly over his teeth, as if he fought to keep from grinning. "Then you won't see what I do. You won't be tempted to touch yourself, Sister Vivienne. Even if you open your eyes by accident, you won't see."
Vivienne realized he would not let her climax at all if he had his way. Damn him.
Then she'd do it her way.
So she turned over onto her knees, hiked her gown up, bent over and spread her legs.
"Sister Vivienne," he snapped, "don't touch your—"
She disobeyed before he could complete his warning, sliding a hand between her legs, rubbing herself, arching her back and sticking her lower body high in the air to be sure he saw. If he resisted this, she thought churlishly, the man was inhuman.
* * * *
Thierry choked on his own spittle as he drew a series of rapid, taut breaths, watching her fingers work expertly at the pink jewel nestled between the full lips of her pussy. Her first climax was almost instantaneous. He saw her tremble, heard her low groans, witnessed the tightening pulse in her thighs, cheeks and core where the pink nether lips tightened on her fingers. He shuffled close enough on his knees to see moisture
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