A gasp, a groan, and those hard nipples were piercing his flesh, her naked arms twining around his neck as she delighted both of them by rubbing herself against him. The sound she made, a mix of moan and whimper, told him everything he needed to know. She was with him, matching him step for step along this sensually abandoned road to ecstasy.
“Oh God, Letitia,” he breathed harshly then returned to her mouth, his hands busy with the fastenings of her gown. He’d always been dexterous, learning quickly how things worked. That had come in quite handy around women, so he had Letitia’s gown puddled on the floor within a few moments. Her chemise was already at her waist, so it followed rapidly, leaving her in stockings and shoes.
It wasn’t the easiest thing he’d ever done, but he stepped back, looking at the treasure he had revealed. “I knew you were beautiful, but you go so far beyond what I ever could have imagined…” Her skin glowed in the candlelight, her body all curves and ivory silk. She showed no shame at his inspection, her arms at her sides, her lips flushed from his kisses, her eyes fixed on his as they roamed over her. Between her legs a tuft of dark blonde hair made his mouth water, and the tiny sparkle of candlelight on the juices dappling her upper thigh told a story all their own.
“I want to see you, James,” she said, surprising him.
“Of course.” His hand went to the buttons on his breeches and her gaze followed. “Will you help me?”
“Yes.” She kicked away her clothing and came to him, unaware of the erotic picture she presented in her white stockings tied above the knee with pink ribbons, and her sturdy leather boots.
Her hand reached for him, fumbling a little at first, then growing more confident as his buttons popped open. Finally, his breeches were loose enough to drop. He had nothing beneath.
Her indrawn breath sounded like a gale in the quiet room, but it was to be expected, James knew. He did not consider himself to be anything extraordinary, but this was Letitia’s first experience with a man’s cock. He hoped his would meet her expectations.
“Oh James,” she murmured. “How very…unique.” And she reached for him, not knowing that she was within a hair’s breadth of having him release all over her hands.
He fought a new battle for control. This one harder than anything he could remember. “It’s all right. Touch me.”I’ll try not to die or scream or drown you if I accidentally orgasm.“Your hands, your skin—you excite me.”
She caressed his hardness as he prayed he wouldn’t crack a tooth. “So fascinating.” She discovered the sac beneath his cock, her fingers curious. “Is this a pleasurable sensation as well?”
His vision blurred for a few seconds. “Yes, very much so. It’s also quite fragile…”and would enjoy you fondling it, please.
Letitia drew her hands up his groin and stopped at his navel, where she ringed it with her fingernail. “I like all of you, James. Everything I’ve seen so far.” She glanced up, her eyes full of excitement, need and what he hoped was lusty passion. “I only need to see your feet to make sure that every part of you is perfect.” A wanton smile crossed her lips.
“As you wish, love. Anything you wish. I must take my boots off…” For a few moments he struggled with his clothing, tugging at his boots, removing his silk socks and kicking away the damn breeches that had hobbled him.
At last, he stood nude before her, and held his arms out to his sides. “Do you approve, Letitia? Will I do?”
“Hmm.” She looked him over, up and down, then bent to remove her own stockings and boots. “I believe in a fair match, James. So I must ask if you approve as well…” She copied his pose, a little grin curving her lips.
“We should stay like this forever,” he groaned.
Sweeping her off her feet, he walked her the few steps to the bed and tossed her down on the quilt on her back. She laughed as she bounced, and he followed her.
Then buried his head between her thighs.
