With that she pressed forward, remembering the layout of the room well enough to be reasonably certain they were only a few steps from her chaise-longue.
Sure enough, after a few stumbling steps, the backs of Kenneth’s knees hit the piece of furniture and he went down. Barbara followed him down, and from this position, could kiss him far more easily.
There was a moment when she really thought he was going to succeed in resisting her clumsy attempts at seduction…but with a groan of surrender, Kenneth gave in and leaned up into the kiss.
On the chaise, his legs splayed in front of him, his arms locked around her. She shifted, pulling her skirts aside without breaking the kiss until she was straddling his thighs.
Barbara, straddling Kenneth, felt a thrill of power as desire pulsed through her body. The kiss deepened, their tongues entwining in the exhilarating dance he’d so recently taught her. She could feel the rough stubble on his chin grazing her skin, a contrast to the softness of his lips.
Oh, I love him…
His hands, strong and sure, began to roam over her body, and she squirmed against him encouragingly. They slid down her back, pulling her closer, before moving up to cup her breasts through the thin fabric of her gown and complete lack of stays. The sensation was startling, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through her.
He rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, tugging slightly, just the way he’d learned she liked the night before. Each tug sent a wave of heat straight to her core, making her gasp into his mouth.
Yes, yes—more?—
Kenneth’s mouth moved from her lips trailing hot, needy kisses along her jaw and down to her ear. His tongue darted out to caress the spot just beneath her earlobe which had her squirming against him, aching for pressure against her core.
Barbara was lost in a haze of desire, her body aching for more. She could feel the hard length of him pressing against her through his breeches and she rocked against him, desperate for the friction. His eager hands moved to her skirts, pushing them aside, his fingers sliding up her thigh. She whimpered, desperate for his touch, her body tensing in anticipation.
Yes.
His fingers found her core, brushing through her curls, causing her to moan and arch in his hold.
“Ye’re so wet for me, love,” he murmured against her throat, his voice a low growl of pleased surprise that vibrated through her.
Yes! “All—” she gasped. “All for you, Kenneth.”
Always. Forever.
This was her last chance to experience pleasure and she wanted to revel in it, so she knew she could remember it forever, no matter what the future brought.
His fingers stroked her, enflaming her need, sending her spiraling higher and higher. She was slick and ready, her body crying out for more.
He slid two fingers inside her and she whimpered, head falling back. It was almost as good as his cock, not quite filling her—but the way he could curl those fingers within her, stroking her from the inside, was a pleasure all its own.
Her body was on fire, every nerve ending sparking heat to the next. She could feel the tension building, the coil of desire in her core tightening with each stroke of his expert fingers. His thumb found her clit, circling it with just the right amount of pressure and she clung to him, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Yes.
Her orgasm was close, so close. She could feel it building, like a storm on the horizon. She rocked against his hand, pressing into his palm, chasing the sensation, desperate for the release. His fingers curled in again, stroking that spot, that perfect spot that made her see stars, as his other hand found her nipple again. Helpless to do anything else, she rocked and ground against his touch.
“Kenneth,” she gasped, her body trembling, desperate for it. “I’m... I’m close.”
In the darkness she couldn’t see his expression, but he moved his lips to her ear. “I know, love,” he murmured. “I can feel yetightening around my fingers. Let go, Barbara. Let me feel ye come.”
His words, his voice, his command…it was all too much. With a cry she came undone, her orgasm exploding over her like a wave crashing against the shore. She convulsed around his fingers, moisture surging onto his hand, her body shaking with the force of her release. He held her through it, his hand steadying her as he drew out every last shiver of pleasure.
“Good lass,” he murmured in her ear, even as he stroked her. “My good lass.”
Yes.
Barbara shuddered, wrapped around Kenneth, as her orgasm slowly faded. Had she thought herself wide awake earlier? It certainly would be easy to close her eyes and fall asleep now, her body and mind sated by him. With a little smile, she rested her cheek on his shoulder, her lips brushing his neck.
“Thank you,” she whispered with a sigh. “That was…magnificent.”
Now she thought about it, with her straddling his lap like this, it would be a simple matter for him to unbutton his breeches and pull out his cock. She could shift forward just slightly to make clever use of such an angle…
