she lay there trying to quell her rampant nerves.
Should she try to draw away from him? But she was frightened she might disturb him – and of what he might do if she did.
And anyway, as her own body began to relax she realised she quite liked the feel of his arms around her, keeping her warm.
****
When Sophia awoke next it was morning. She felt luxuriously comfortable despite a gnawing restlessness in her stomach that she couldn’t comprehend. Gradually she became aware of the solid chest on which her head was lying, the strong muscular arms enfolding her as if they would never let her go. It felt good here. Safe.
But then she realised that it was not safe at all - for the chest she was lying on was bare and there was a large hand lazily encircling her hip which was the reason for that strange gnawing ache deep inside her. Her eyes flew open.
‘Oh! You have no clothes on,’ she exclaimed, her eyes staring at his torso in shock. He chuckled, taking advantage of her movement to cup her breast with his hand. She could feel his erection pressing into her and a sensation not dissimilar to an electric shock prickled between her legs.
‘It may surprise you to know,’ he murmured lazily, his lips dipping to graze her nipple through her gown, ‘that when a man and woman make love they are usually naked.’
Colour suffused her cheeks. ‘But ... but we are not about to make love Ralph ... not yet ...’
‘Not unless you want to, I agree…’ he murmured, ‘but ...’ he nipped her already stiffened nipple with his teeth, his hand snaking beneath the hem of her gown to slide its way warmly up her thigh. ‘Something tells me it may not be as long as you think before we do ...’
She gasped as his fingers suddenly twisted in the delicate curls of her mound, tugging gently until a fierce heat began to throb through her. Before she could decide if she should be objecting more strongly, they dipped to the slick gap between her lips, searching for and finding the little pink nub … teasing it until it began to swell beneath his ministrations.
‘Oh…’
A strange weakness invaded her limbs. She was powerless to object to anything. It no longer felt an intrusion that his fingers invaded her most private of places; it felt wonderful - and she didn’t want him to stop.
When she arched involuntarily towards him he groaned, moving his lips to her mouth so that he could take his taste of her. Gently at first, and then more searchingly, his tongue probed - his skilful fingers continuing to stroke her dampness until she was gasping incoherently against his lips.
Her hands had somehow found their way to his shoulders - strong broad shoulders that rippled with smooth muscle. She found herself gripping them tightly; revelling in the naked feel of him - so many sensations taking over she had no choice but to follow wherever they might lead.
‘Touch me,’ he rasped against her mouth, ‘Lower… ’
Could she? A judder ran through her as he swirled his fingers in ever increasing circles, each one drawing such an exquisite sense of pleasure from her that all she could think was that she wanted more . Wicked wants consumed her. She wanted to kiss his warm skin, explore it with her hands, feel his body on top of hers pressing her hard into the mattress - all unfamiliar, shocking needs that surely she should be resisting; yet she could deny him nothing as she allowed her fingers to drift lower, exploring the hard muscles of his back almost reverently. He shuddered in response and she sensed he was barely in control of his emotions. Yet it did not frighten her - it excited her. And those wonderful sensations she’d experienced yesterday were building up in her again. Maybe this time …
His shaft was rigid against her stomach and he groaned as she took it tentatively in her hand. It felt wondrous to the touch and huge, and she could not stop
Should she try to draw away from him? But she was frightened she might disturb him – and of what he might do if she did.
And anyway, as her own body began to relax she realised she quite liked the feel of his arms around her, keeping her warm.
****
When Sophia awoke next it was morning. She felt luxuriously comfortable despite a gnawing restlessness in her stomach that she couldn’t comprehend. Gradually she became aware of the solid chest on which her head was lying, the strong muscular arms enfolding her as if they would never let her go. It felt good here. Safe.
But then she realised that it was not safe at all - for the chest she was lying on was bare and there was a large hand lazily encircling her hip which was the reason for that strange gnawing ache deep inside her. Her eyes flew open.
‘Oh! You have no clothes on,’ she exclaimed, her eyes staring at his torso in shock. He chuckled, taking advantage of her movement to cup her breast with his hand. She could feel his erection pressing into her and a sensation not dissimilar to an electric shock prickled between her legs.
‘It may surprise you to know,’ he murmured lazily, his lips dipping to graze her nipple through her gown, ‘that when a man and woman make love they are usually naked.’
Colour suffused her cheeks. ‘But ... but we are not about to make love Ralph ... not yet ...’
‘Not unless you want to, I agree…’ he murmured, ‘but ...’ he nipped her already stiffened nipple with his teeth, his hand snaking beneath the hem of her gown to slide its way warmly up her thigh. ‘Something tells me it may not be as long as you think before we do ...’
She gasped as his fingers suddenly twisted in the delicate curls of her mound, tugging gently until a fierce heat began to throb through her. Before she could decide if she should be objecting more strongly, they dipped to the slick gap between her lips, searching for and finding the little pink nub … teasing it until it began to swell beneath his ministrations.
‘Oh…’
A strange weakness invaded her limbs. She was powerless to object to anything. It no longer felt an intrusion that his fingers invaded her most private of places; it felt wonderful - and she didn’t want him to stop.
When she arched involuntarily towards him he groaned, moving his lips to her mouth so that he could take his taste of her. Gently at first, and then more searchingly, his tongue probed - his skilful fingers continuing to stroke her dampness until she was gasping incoherently against his lips.
Her hands had somehow found their way to his shoulders - strong broad shoulders that rippled with smooth muscle. She found herself gripping them tightly; revelling in the naked feel of him - so many sensations taking over she had no choice but to follow wherever they might lead.
‘Touch me,’ he rasped against her mouth, ‘Lower… ’
Could she? A judder ran through her as he swirled his fingers in ever increasing circles, each one drawing such an exquisite sense of pleasure from her that all she could think was that she wanted more . Wicked wants consumed her. She wanted to kiss his warm skin, explore it with her hands, feel his body on top of hers pressing her hard into the mattress - all unfamiliar, shocking needs that surely she should be resisting; yet she could deny him nothing as she allowed her fingers to drift lower, exploring the hard muscles of his back almost reverently. He shuddered in response and she sensed he was barely in control of his emotions. Yet it did not frighten her - it excited her. And those wonderful sensations she’d experienced yesterday were building up in her again. Maybe this time …
His shaft was rigid against her stomach and he groaned as she took it tentatively in her hand. It felt wondrous to the touch and huge, and she could not stop
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