She’d once overheard some newly married women talking in a ballroom, saying that the most ridiculous-looking thing in the world was a naked man. But Ophelia would have to disagree. At least with this naked man. Julian was proportional. His upper arms were wide and muscled, just as someone with such capable hands would require. And his thighs were thick, likely from all the mountain climbing he’d done. And the other part... it was unlike anything she’d seen before. It waved in the air as Julian stepped closer, bringing them touching.
The cool air in the room should have caused her to shiver, but she felt as if she were on fire. He touched her shoulders, let his hands graze down and one moved over to gently cup her breast. It was surprising, but pleasant.
“We can stop any time you like,” Julian reassured her, leaning in and kissing her.
“I don’t want to stop,” she said, putting her hands on him, letting them roam all over his shoulders and his chest.
He guided her to the bed and they lay down on their sides, touching one another. But her inherent curiosity couldn’t be subverted by her desire. “May I...?” Her eyes flicked down to that unfamiliar piece of anatomy that pushed insistently at her stomach.
“Of course,” he said. “Do with me as you will.”
She smiled and he looked almost drunk on his lust. Admittedly, she did as well. She took him in hand, plumping the sac underneath it, which felt like precisely like an overfull coin purse. To her shock, the skin moved as she explored.
“Oh my,” she said, alarmed. “Is it supposed to do that?”
“Mmmm?” Julian propped himself up on his elbows. “Move? Yes. Has a mind of its own sometimes.”
“How odd,” Ophelia said. “How do men get anything done?”
Julian laughed. “It takes effort, but we learn to control it. Most of us, anyway.”
Moisture beaded at the tip, which Ophelia touched, feeling the silky liquid and smoothing it around the top of his erection, which was hot to the touch, and nearly purple. Julian began to breathe harder, and occasionally exhaled strongly, as if he were climbing a mountain now.
“Ophelia.” his voice sounded strangled. “If you keep that up, I’m going to come, and I want to make sure you have your pleasure before me.”
“Oh.” She immediately released him, as if his cock were a hot tray. “I’m only curious.”
He chuckled again and said, “That’s why I’m having trouble controlling it. Your curiosity is very attractive.”
She laughed and touched his chest, which seemed to be acceptable.
“May I have my turn to explore you?” he asked, rolling onto his side.
She nodded, much more comfortable now. His hands roved her breasts again, and this time, he slid kisses down her neck, stopping to suck each of her nipples into his mouth. It was a shock of pleasure, and as he continued, she found it more and more enjoyable.
His other hand skirted down her abdomen to the thatch of silky curls between her legs. He gently massaged and kneaded and pulled until Ophelia moved her legs open, falling onto her back. His fingers found the slit there, exploring gently. She expected it to be uncomfortable, but it wasn’t. He moved in small circles until she arched her back involuntarily. It felt better than she could have imagined. She had explored on her own before, and had been able to feel this pleasure, but it was nothing compared to the way her body shook tonight. Nothing had prepared her for this. Pressure built in her, as if the gas lamp key was turning past its capability, opening her wider and wider until it broke, and she erupted into light and heat and her head threw back as she panted.
As she came back to herself, she waited to hear him laugh, but he didn’t. He was serious as he climbed on top of her.
“I want to be inside you, Ophelia. Will you let me?” He held his cock in one hand, away from her body, as if it might get away from him and wreak its own havoc.
She nodded, curiosity and desire again winning every argument. “Yes.”
He pushed his cock downward, rubbing it along the inside of her. The sensation sparked her all over again, and she knew it wouldn’t take nearly as long this time to build that feeling. Then, something was inside her, but it didn’t feel like much.
“Is that it?” she asked, lifting her head to look down at where they were touching.
He laughed again. “No, darling. Just a finger. I wanted to try to get you used to having something there.”
“Oh,” she said, suddenly very glad that at least one of them knew what they were doing. “Will you tell me before you do it?”
“Of course,” he said. “I’m slipping two fingers in now.”
The sensation increased, and she rocked her hips with it, an instinctive push. It felt better than the first.
“Your body seems ready. Are you, beautiful Ophelia?” Julian looked down at her.
“I think so,” she said.
