With his eyes holding hers, he leaned back and clasped her hand then pressed it against the hard length in his breeches.
Rather than backing away as he’d expected, she molded her fingers to him.
He moaned, and painful as it was, he let her explore at her leisure.
“Perhaps you could remove your breeches.” Her voice was small and not so confident. Something he would work diligently in helping her improve on.
“At your command,” he said. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled off his hessians. They thumped to the floor, and he stood again, unbuttoned the flaps of his breeches. The damp material hindered a graceful disrobing, and he kicked them away. Her interest in his cock sent it twitching. He took her hand again and placed it around him.
He throbbed beneath her cool touch.
Her cheeks heightened with two flags of brilliant scarlet. “It’s like a piece of hard wood wrapped in velvet.” Her voice was a high-pitched squeak tinged with awe. Her fingers moved over him in a gentle exploration.
He crawled on the bed and pulled the covers from her, displaying her enchanting body.
Feathered touches brushed the crown, traced the vein that was so prevalent when he was this hard. He hissed in sharply, when she cupped his sac. The need for her mouth on him. Too soon.
“Am I hurting you?” she asked, her voice barely audible.
“No.” His own sounded rusty and out of sorts.
“I—” She shifted, sitting on her bent knees, her fingers still brushing the fire-hot rod that was his cock.
Every muscle in his body seized up. He didn’t think her face could blaze hotter, but it did. “Tell me, love.”
“Has, um, anyone ever kissed… Is it allowed?”
“’Tis definitely allowed.” He threw himself against the pillows and folded his arms behind his head, closed his eyes and let her… play.
Hot breath was a searing fire over the head of his penis, and it took every ounce of his control to keep his buttocks on the linen sheets beneath him. It seemed an eternity passed before her lips touched him.
His hips jerked in tandem with his hands reaching for her. “God, Gabriella.” He could swear he felt her tongue lash him. He rested his hands lightly on her head.
She lifted her eyes to him. “I-I think I want to feel you inside me.”
He took a shuddering breath. “Straddle my hips.”
She did.
He planted his hands atop her thighs, breathed in through is nose and moved his hands up to her ribs. “I’m yours to do with what you wish,” he said.
She moved over his erection, coating him with her honeyed sweetness. He stole a glance at her. Her full breasts swayed with her gentle rocking until he slipped in and was tightly sheathed, that had her gasping.
“Lift and lower to your comfort, love.” He was sure his jaw was clenched.
He ached to take her nipple between his teeth. His mouth watered.
She lifted… too far, and his erection plopped against his abdomen. Shock covered her features.
A grin started deep in his chest. “Again,” he said. “Practice will make us more perfect.”
She peered intently at him, her head tilting to one side. “Are you laughing at me, my lord?”
“Definitely not.” His cock was slick with her moisture. He took her hand and wrapped his own about it. Showed her how to guide him inside.
Her moan was the most delicious sound he’d ever heard.
He cupped her breasts. “Put your hands on mine.”
