“Open up for Phin, there’s a good little darling.”
She nodded and kissed him again and this time, she parted her lips, and his tongue pushed its way into her deliciousness and he lapped at that pink tongue of hers that he craved. While he filled her mouth, she put her hands up to his head and sank her fingers into his hair.
Good. That was good. He wanted her to touch him.
When he withdrew his tongue, the girl followed it with her own. Better and better.
She did everything with her tongue inside his mouth that he had just done to her. She ran it over his lips and his teeth, alternating a light stroking with a firm pressure. And then she grew quite fervent and did things he had not, sucking and biting on his tongue and lips as if she couldn’t get enough of him.
His hand found her buttock and squeezed.
She moaned softly and curved herself backward, her fulcrum at her navel, pressing her lower abdomen and pelvis against his groin and his cock. The arching of her back tore her mouth from his.
And she pulled on his hair.
Oh, the pulling of his hair. There was something about that fierce tug that made him feel crazed. For her. He chased her with his lips, his chest, his cock, and she fell back flat onto the mattress.
As he plunged into her soft, hot mouth again, he seized one of her breasts and kneaded it, pulling on the small nipple.
The girl’s entire upper body arched again and her spine came up off the mattress.
“You like that, darling?”
She gazed at him with her green eyes and nodded.
“Wait until you feel my mouth.” He ducked his head and put his lips on her other breast, and she grunted as he suckled and swirled his tongue around her sweet, dark peak.
And now he was on top of her, his hard cock nested between her lovely, long thighs. He put all his weight on her and delighted in feeling her still trying to buck under him as he lavished her erect nipples with attention. Her hands were in his hair, pulling when he bit a nipple, rubbing and stroking when he made his tongue soft and took her entire breast into his mouth. Oh, she was marvelous, this tall, lean woman with the warm, smooth skin that tasted of . . . what? He didn’t know. But the taste and scent of her skin was all her. And it was ambrosial.
Yes, she had been slow to kiss him back, almost as if she didn’t know how. But once she started, she had been so concentrated, putting everything into her kisses. And she was so responsive. He couldn’t remember a woman this eager for his touch. Ever. And now he himself was very eager indeed. For her and what lay under her maidenhair.
He took his mouth from her breast and raised his body up and used his hand to place his member against her quim. He worried it into her folds, spreading her. Just a bit. Yes, that got a reaction. She grabbed his shoulders and there was a look in her eyes. A lost look. He brushed the head of his cock over the top of her warm, slick cleft again and she pushed her pelvis up to him, wanting, needing. He shifted his weight off to the side and put a hand on her sex.
“Oh, Caro, my little darling, you are so wet.”
Indeed, her cleft was dripping. How could she be so ready for him, so soon? She must have oiled herself with something before coming to him. He sucked on his own fingers. No, no, she tasted completely of woman. Of her. She really was this aroused, and she had only been in bed with him for a minute or two.
He returned his hand to her mound and his fingers slid over her silky folds and found the already-swollen nubbin he wanted.
“Now, what is this, darling? A sweet little tidbit that needs some attention from my fingers, I think.”
She was pushing up against his hand and groaning. Full-throated groans. Much too loud for an assignation in a country house, no matter how thick the walls of the manor.
Phineas leaned into her even more and put his other hand over her mouth as he continued to rub her. “You can’t be that loud, darling. You understand?”
She nodded. He took his hand away from her mouth.
“Now, I don’t want you to worry, Caro. I won’t be putting any baby in you tonight.”
He had no French letter so he would not spend inside of her. He would explore her with his hand and then get on top of her and pleasure himself a bit inside her before withdrawing and making her spend with his finger or his tongue. And then he would see how much she knew about using her mouth on his member. He suspected very little, but it would be fun to teach her. If her treatment of his cock was anything like her kissing, he was in for a thrilling experience.
And then they might do something else if he could stay awake. He had become a once-a-night man in recent years, sadly, but this girl was very, very exciting to him right now.
He placed a finger in her opening, thinking he might pump his finger in and out a few times, to give her a taste of the much larger cock to come. But his finger encountered resistance. Her entrance was small. Very small. Very tight.
Damn it.
He took his finger out.
