RUINATION AND RUMINATION
Meanwhile, back at the Comber townhouse in Bruton Street
“Am I supposed to be shivering like this?” Danielle asked as she watched Andrew divest the clothes from the lower half of his body. His top half was completely bare, the muscles rippling beneath his skin as he struggled to remove his pantaloons and who knew what else.
Andrew paused. “Are you cold?” he asked in alarm. His own body’s temperature had increased to the point where he thought he might have a fever. It was made worse when his attention settled on Danielle. Positioned as she was on the bed and wearing only her chemise, nothing about the shape of her body—the mounds of her breasts, the tips of her nipples, the curve of her hips, the lines of her limbs—was left to his imagination.
“I’m quite warm. Feverish, even,” she replied, lifting herself onto an elbow to attempt a glance at the rest of his body, still hidden beyond the edge of the bed.
When he noticed her gaze, Andrew lifted his pantaloons to cover his arousal. “Anticipation, perhaps?” he suggested, realizing his own anticipation had every nerve ending on his body on high alert. One touch, and he feared he might explode.
Breathless, she nodded. She’d had a brief glimpse of his manhood before his hand hid it, relieved it didn’t appear as large as those depicted in the illustrations in the book they had studied. Truth be told, the idea of being tupped over a library table didn’t hold the same fear for her as the size of a man’s manhood.
“Please, don’t be frightened,” Andrew murmured, giving up his attempt to cover himself in favor of climbing onto the bed. “I’ll try ever so hard to be sure you’re ready,” he added before he kissed one of her breasts through the fabric of her chemise.
“I believe you,” she whispered, inhaling softly at the renewed sensations he was causing. “Where... where do I put my hands? What do I do?” she stammered.
He briefly came up for air, his lips having moved down her body as his hands worked the chemise up enough to expose her belly. “Just... relax,” he replied, grinning when she gasped as his lips took purchase on the pooch of her belly and suckled it. He moved his attentions lower, his tongue leaving a trail of moisture on her warm skin. When he gently blew on it, he watched in fascination as she quivered.
“That tickles,” she said as she jerked beneath him.
“Should I stop?” he asked, sliding a hand beneath one of her knees to lift it. He didn’t wait for an answer but kissed her inner thigh.
“Yes. No. Maybe.” She lifted her upper torso and leaned on her elbows, her mouth dropping open when she realized where his head was located. “Andrew!”
His chuckle could be felt in how his entire body vibrated on the bed. With his mouth pressed against her thigh, she felt the vibration through her leg and gasped at the combination of sensations she experienced.
Struggling to breathe, she was forced to lie back when one of his arms reached over the top of her body, his hand cupping a breast to push her down. She might have remained there but for what he did next.
“Andrew!” she scolded, once again coming up onto her elbows. “Whatever are you...?” She landed on her back when he lifted her other knee and his hands slipped beneath the globes of her bottom. “Oh!”
“Just... try to relax,” he whispered. His tongue darted along the folds protecting her womanhood.
“Oh!” She clamped a hand over her mouth, remembering how only a few days ago, she had been chiding her mother over her repeated “ohs.”
Now she understood.
The thought that her uncle might have been doing to her mother what Andrew was doing to her had her eliciting another “oh.”
Determined to keep quiet, Danielle found she couldn’t. Not when his tongue discovered her most private place. Not when its textured surface brushed over her engorged womanhood, not once, but over and over until she thought she might faint. Her hands clasped the bed linens, and she threw back her head as the sharp waves of pleasure coursed through her and over her and suddenly, Andrew was atop her, his mouth covering hers as his manhood sought her entry. He took each of her hands in his, pinning them to the bed as he lifted his hips and then drove himself into her.
Danielle’s chest rose to touch his, her cry swallowed by his open-mouthed kiss. He stilled a moment, ended the kiss, and locked his gaze with hers. “Are you all right?”
She stared at him a moment. “I... I think so,” she managed between gasps for air. Her gaze darted down to the space between their bodies. “It’s not bad. But it does feel as if you’re... you’re far too large for me,” she added on a wince.
Andrew nodded. “Being inside you is like being in heaven, Danny,” he murmured. “But I don’t wish to hurt you.”
“It doesn’t hurt. Not really. But... aren’t we supposed to move?” she asked in a whisper.
He lowered his head to her shoulder. “I fear I’ll come too soon,” he replied, kissing her shoulder before he lifted himself by straightening his arms. “Hold onto my shoulders,” he said as he gave up his hold on her hands. “And lift up your knees if you can.”
Following his instructions, Danielle felt his manhood press into her more deeply. “Oh, that’s better,” she murmured.
“Oh, I love you, Danny,” Andrew whispered before he kissed her on the lips.
Her eyes rounding in wonder, Danielle returned the kiss and then lifted her hips.
Half groaning, half chuckling, Andrew said, “I’ll move now.”
