herself from exploring the smooth length of him.
Her lips were level with his chest and she gave into that temptation too, pressing her mouth delicately to his skin as she explored the taste of him; losing herself in the pleasure of discovery.
Her hand seemed to have taken on a life of its own, sliding up and down almost reverently to begin with, then increasing in speed as she gleaned the pleasure it was giving him. His breathing had become shallow; his words unintelligible as he thrust against her palm, yet his sure fingers were still stoking her dampness, causing her to undulate against them as she pressed herself mindlessly into him. She was aware of the sound of someone moaning and realised with a shock that it was her but she could not stop herself; could not do anything that would put an end to this wonderful rush of sensations she was experiencing.
It was like a douse of cold water when his fingers suddenly stilled – his hand clamping onto hers to cease her motions.
‘Ye Gods, Sophia. If you carry on like that I will not be able to stop myself from spilling.’
She almost groaned her frustration as for a long moment they lay there not moving. She sensed he was trying to contain himself and while she did not understand it, she did not stir against him - even though she was wracked with needs she could barely control.
Just as she was beginning to wonder if he had perhaps fallen asleep, she felt him stir, his warm hands taking hold of her night gown and gently raising it above her head. His eyes were lit with a strange fire as he stared at her in the dim light, and she crossed her arms over her chest in embarrassment.
‘Do not do that,’ he growled softly, drawing her hands apart. ‘Do you not know you are beautiful?’
He lowered his lips to her breast, teasing the soft peak with his tongue until she felt dizzy with the pleasure of it. Then he was moving on; burning her skin with his trail of kisses as he moved lower. She had never felt such feelings as these.
‘Ralph…’ she whispered shakily.
‘Hush ...’ His voice was thick. ‘I promise I will only take you if you want me to, but I want to pleasure you. Show you that it need not be the terrible ordeal you are expecting.’
His lips continued their way over her hips before she could say any more, trailing soft little kisses that scorched her skin as he worked his way lower. The pleasure was intense, every nerve-ending in her body tingling at his feather-light touch. A gasp escaped her as his mouth settled above her knee and his teeth gently nipped there. She found herself biting her lip, gripping his head with her hands as her legs drifted achingly open to him of their own accord. She could not have stopped them had she tried. And then his tongue, warm and delicious was creeping along the inside of her thigh, stroking delicately upwards. A soft moan escaped her as she felt his lips nuzzling gently over the hairs on her mound.
‘ Perfect …you are perfect,’ he whispered in a ragged voice.
The shocking feel of his mouth on her sex made her buck beneath him, but her protests died on her lips as he slowly grazed the full length of her with his tongue.
‘Oh,’ she gasped.
‘ I have dreamt of tasting you ... of hearing you cry out thus ...’
Another spasm shuddered through her as he began to pleasure her; his wicked tongue turning her breaths to soft hungry pants as he flicked expertly at the sensitive pink nub she had barely known existed. He devoured every inch of her with a steady, relentless rhythm that intensified the tingling sensation until it infused her entire body.
She gasped again , clutching his head tighter, feeling the pleasure build.
‘ Oh … that is so nice.’
Higher and higher her feelings soared. She didn’t think she could bear it if he stopped now. She was no longer in control as she writhed against him seeking release.
‘Ralph!’ she
Her lips were level with his chest and she gave into that temptation too, pressing her mouth delicately to his skin as she explored the taste of him; losing herself in the pleasure of discovery.
Her hand seemed to have taken on a life of its own, sliding up and down almost reverently to begin with, then increasing in speed as she gleaned the pleasure it was giving him. His breathing had become shallow; his words unintelligible as he thrust against her palm, yet his sure fingers were still stoking her dampness, causing her to undulate against them as she pressed herself mindlessly into him. She was aware of the sound of someone moaning and realised with a shock that it was her but she could not stop herself; could not do anything that would put an end to this wonderful rush of sensations she was experiencing.
It was like a douse of cold water when his fingers suddenly stilled – his hand clamping onto hers to cease her motions.
‘Ye Gods, Sophia. If you carry on like that I will not be able to stop myself from spilling.’
She almost groaned her frustration as for a long moment they lay there not moving. She sensed he was trying to contain himself and while she did not understand it, she did not stir against him - even though she was wracked with needs she could barely control.
Just as she was beginning to wonder if he had perhaps fallen asleep, she felt him stir, his warm hands taking hold of her night gown and gently raising it above her head. His eyes were lit with a strange fire as he stared at her in the dim light, and she crossed her arms over her chest in embarrassment.
‘Do not do that,’ he growled softly, drawing her hands apart. ‘Do you not know you are beautiful?’
He lowered his lips to her breast, teasing the soft peak with his tongue until she felt dizzy with the pleasure of it. Then he was moving on; burning her skin with his trail of kisses as he moved lower. She had never felt such feelings as these.
‘Ralph…’ she whispered shakily.
‘Hush ...’ His voice was thick. ‘I promise I will only take you if you want me to, but I want to pleasure you. Show you that it need not be the terrible ordeal you are expecting.’
His lips continued their way over her hips before she could say any more, trailing soft little kisses that scorched her skin as he worked his way lower. The pleasure was intense, every nerve-ending in her body tingling at his feather-light touch. A gasp escaped her as his mouth settled above her knee and his teeth gently nipped there. She found herself biting her lip, gripping his head with her hands as her legs drifted achingly open to him of their own accord. She could not have stopped them had she tried. And then his tongue, warm and delicious was creeping along the inside of her thigh, stroking delicately upwards. A soft moan escaped her as she felt his lips nuzzling gently over the hairs on her mound.
‘ Perfect …you are perfect,’ he whispered in a ragged voice.
The shocking feel of his mouth on her sex made her buck beneath him, but her protests died on her lips as he slowly grazed the full length of her with his tongue.
‘Oh,’ she gasped.
‘ I have dreamt of tasting you ... of hearing you cry out thus ...’
Another spasm shuddered through her as he began to pleasure her; his wicked tongue turning her breaths to soft hungry pants as he flicked expertly at the sensitive pink nub she had barely known existed. He devoured every inch of her with a steady, relentless rhythm that intensified the tingling sensation until it infused her entire body.
She gasped again , clutching his head tighter, feeling the pleasure build.
‘ Oh … that is so nice.’
Higher and higher her feelings soared. She didn’t think she could bear it if he stopped now. She was no longer in control as she writhed against him seeking release.
‘Ralph!’ she
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