Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
“That’s right. Let me show you. Open for me.”
One of his knees slid between her thighs, easing them apart. She was truly hot down there now, hot and heavy and sensitized to his smallest movement. His trousers’ fabric was smooth, the highest quality, but it felt rough against her tensing inner thighs. She fought the urge to push her shift back down, to cover herself.
Trust him. Follow his lead.
He palmed her quim as he’d palmed her breast, splaying his fingers wide. As he kissed her, one of those fingertips parted her and pressed a hidden button of flesh that vibrated in response. The sharp pang of pleasure made her bite down on his lip. He hissed at the pain, then laughed. Not a mocking laugh, but a sensual one. The sound of it made her press her hips forward, begging for more. More touch. More glorious feeling.
He gave it to her, stroking her most tender, sensitive center.
“Oh,” she cried. “I do like this. I never knew… Is it supposed to feel this good?”
“Yes.”
Just one word, yes. She caught the edge of tension in its softness. He wanted to touch her like this, craved it, although she was the one getting all the pleasure.
“It truly feels so good. But… August…” But I need more. I need release from this tightness and heaviness, this pulsing, aching joy.
“Let me kiss you,” he said.
She lifted her lips obediently back to his, but he slid down her body.
“No, darling. Down there.”
“Down there?” Her legs clamped shut again. “You can’t—Not there—”
“I can. Husbands and wives do.”
She meant to protest, to turn him away, but before she could, his lips and tongue were doing what his fingers had already done, but better. Hotter, wetter, warmer. Oh my goodness…
He spread her thighs and pushed her nightgown higher, laying her bare to his gaze. She felt a mere second of embarrassment, followed by unfolding pleasure more decadent than she could have imagined. He held her pinned while she thrust, gasping, against the wonder of his mouth. Her hands did not know where to go. She covered her eyes, then threw them to the sides, then gripped his shoulders.
There was nowhere to go but where he took her. She had no choice. She was too far gone. She held him tighter and tighter as his mouth wrought mayhem upon her sensitive button. How was he doing this? How had he learned it?
How did it feel…
So…
Glorious…?
Her body’s longing reached an apex beyond her comprehension. She bucked against his skillful lips, his miraculous tongue, as all the building desire and feeling exploded. Her whole being shook as clenching rivulets of pleasure rocked her center, her hips, her arms, her legs, down to her very toes, which curled at the climax’s intensity.
Afterward, she could only lie gasping. He kissed her one last time down there, then murmured, “Breathe.”
“I can’t,” she said. “I can’t breathe. What have you done to me?”
“Made you come, darling. A heady benefit of marriage.”
He moved back up beside her and kissed her, so she tasted herself on his lips. She was confused, amazed, still aroused.
“I can’t believe what you just did to me. Married couples do such things?”
“Why wouldn’t they? Didn’t it feel good?”
“It felt indescribably good.” She pushed her shift down, trying to collect her wits. “My goodness.”
He leaned over her, smirking. She looked up at him and narrowed her eyes.
“Don’t say it again. Don’t say there is more, that we are only getting started.” She stared at him, realizing. “But there must be more. Things I can do to you to make you feel pleasure. There are things like that, aren’t there?”
He seemed to grit his teeth before he answered her.
“Yes. There certainly are.”
August was aroused to distraction. To agony. In her innocence, his wife didn’t realize how close he was to ripping her gown from collar to hem and stabbing into her maidenhead.
No, you animal. Her first time cannot be like that.
He’d only meant to give her a little taste of love play, some teasing kisses and caresses. Nothing more than that. Now his cock was about to burst from his trousers’ confinement, and what would she do then, confronted by such a sight?
Scream, maybe. Cower. He was not a small man. He did not intend to consummate their marriage tonight.
“You don’t have to do anything for me,” he said. “If you’re tired…”
“I’m not tired at all. I’m feeling rather energized after…whatever that was that just happened.”
“I licked your pussy,” he said, giving her some vocabulary. “You came from it, rather beautifully. I’m pleased you enjoyed it, but you needn’t reciprocate.”
“You said you would teach me what husbands and wives did together. Things they might share.”
Was she pouting now? He ought to spank her. He needed to kiss her. Anything but get out his cock and terrify her with it.