My gaze slipped down his trousers as a new wave of excitement awoke my exhausted body.
My trembling hands traveled down his bare chest until they reached their destination. I pulled on the strings of his trousers.
Francis’ hand caught mine, denying me entrance. A wave of confusion and embarrassment traveled down my body at such a rejection. “Sorry, I thought—” I forced my lungs to obey, despite only wishing to disappear into the void.
“You needn’t feel the obligation to pleasure me.” He planted a kiss on my forehead. “I am capable of taking care of it myself. Today is about you.”
My brows furrowed in confusion before the realization eased my aching heart. “I want to.” I forced my eyes to meet his.
“Are you certain?” His throat throbbed, his voice deepened.
“I am,” I said, reaching for his trousers once again. “May I?”
“Of course you may, you needn’t ask me, my love.”
Blood rushed to my cheeks at the two words that seemed to be the only ones I wished to hear for the rest of my life.
The trousers slipped off. My hands traveled down his length.
I buried my face into the crook of his neck in an attempt to hide my aflame cheeks. A low moan traveled from his throat when my hand squeezed around him.
My thumb caressed his tip as the sound of satisfaction left his lips.
I was too nervous to ask what he would prefer me to do, though he seemed to enjoy my awkward movements despite my inexperience on this particular matter.
I hadn’t ever had an opportunity to pleasure another, and quite frankly couldn’t imagine it would bringmesuch joy. My only knowledge came from the smuggled books from the Royal’s palace’s restricted area in the library.
My mouth watered, my teeth ached, as Francis’ pulse spiraled against my cheek. My hand wouldn't stop exploring him when my teeth pierced his throat.
His blood filled my mouth, warming my throat, as he hardened against my touch; the flowers inside of me awoke in reply anew. “I want you inside of me,” I whispered against his neck, still unable to meet his eyes. “Francis,” my voice croaked as I licked every drop of his blood. “I would like to be on top of you.”
“As you wish, my love,” he purred, pulling me on top of him. When I froze in his arms, his eyes filled with concern. “What is it, Cordelia?” Francis’ hand moved a stray strand behind my ear. “It’s all right if you’ve changed your mind.”
“No, I just—” I moved a little closer as though this proximity would hide me from the embarrassment threatening to destroy me. “I’ve never done this before,” the truth spilled from me. “But I wish to try.” The embarrassment I felt just a moment ago ceased.
“That’s all right.” A soft smile appeared on Francis’ face. “You have nothing to worry about. Take as much time as you need.”
I nodded, before gathering all my courage.
My hands fell against Francis’ chest before I lowered myself onto him slowly.
I drew a deep breath in before taking him fully; the flowers in me bloomed when the tip of him reached the spot I’d never known of.
“Oh!” I froze as he stretched my insides, my stomach fluttering from the mere thought.
“Just like that,” Francis rasped, slowly moving me up and down. “Does that feel good?”
“Yes,” was all I was able to say, for his thumb moved onto my bud, stroking my flesh.
It wasn’t long before my insides tensed. The room erupted in my screams as my body shattered anew.
“Yes, love—” Francis fell apart underneath me, his fingers digging into my thighs. “Yes, my love—” He moaned, his eyes rolling back.
Our heavy breathings echoed throughout the room as I dropped onto his bare chest. Sweet bliss flowing through our connected bodies.
I could never imagine sex could feel so good, so freeing. So empowering.
Surely, I’d enjoyed some of my previous experiences, though they had often come with a dose of shame for such an outrageous act, and embarrassment for even wishing for it and not merely enduring as I had been told I must.
