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)
“Here.” He took her hand, pushed past reason by arousal, and placed it over the front of his trousers, over his engorged, aching member.
Her eyes went wide. “What is that?”
“My cock.” He moved her hand up and down the length of it, glad that her touch was muted somewhat by his trousers’ fabric. “When you stroke it like this, it feels good to me. Very good. As good as my caresses felt to you.”
Her eyes widened as she traced over his hardness, measuring his size with her fingers. “My word,” she whispered. “This feels very big.”
“Sometimes it is. When I’m aroused, like I am now.” Breathe. Now he needed the reminder as she explored him, curious and artless. “All men are equipped so. They get hard like this for…for conjugal relations.”
He saw her mind work. “For conjugal relations? For joining?” Her jaw dropped. “This is supposed to go inside me?”
“Not tonight,” he said in the face of her alarm. He gritted his teeth against the feral urge to plow into her, into that hot, wet place he’d just explored so intimately with his lips and tongue. This was Elizabeth. Sweet Elizabeth.
Hell.
He undid his falls and let his cock spring free, long, thick, and flushed with sexual heat. She stared at it, then at him. “Can I still touch it?”
“Yes.”
She looked dubious. “Will it hurt you?”
“No. Not in the way you think.”
He could not explain more, especially when she traced his length in her tentative, curious way.
“If I stroke and touch you, will you be able to do that same thing I did?”
“Coming,” he said on a shaky exhalation. “It’s called coming.”
“Coming. Can you do that the same way as me?”
“I can, but it will be different.” He struggled to maintain control as she wrapped her hand around him. “Ahh. God. Like this, darling.”
He put his fingers over hers to show her how to pleasure him. She was so eager. Too eager. Elizabeth being Elizabeth, how could he expect anything else?
“Does that feel all right?” she asked.
“It feels…marvelous.”
“But you look as if it doesn’t feel marvelous. If you like…” She paused a moment, seeming to steel herself. “You may put it inside me if it absolutely must be done.”
“Elizabeth.” He was torn between laughing and weeping from the want of it. “I’ll decide when we’ll join that way. Not tonight. Perhaps in Oxfordshire, after the holidays, when we get home. For now…”
“I’ll kiss you as you kissed me. Will that help with your discomfort?”
“You needn’t—”
She was already leaning over him, pressing her lips to his cock’s straining tip. “I’m sure I won’t be as good at it. Not right away. But I’ll try.”
“You don’t have to—Elizabeth—”
He lay back with a groan as she opened her lips and licked him, clumsily, wonderfully, in a tentative imitation of his recent foray between her thighs. Oh, God. He’d only meant to pet her a little, show her the sensitive parts of her body and what pleasure he might bring her at some time in the future. Now she was using her mouth on him like a courtesan in training…
She is not a courtesan. She’s your wife, and you should be glad she’s the adventurous type.
He’d always known in some part of his brain that she would be a sensual creature. Her reactions to the spankings ought to have been a clue. But this…
Oh, God, she tormented him, making his cock thrum with need. He wanted to tell her to open her mouth wider so he could bury himself in her throat, but that would be crass. He could feel the ghosts around them watching him in judgment. On a wedding night? With a virgin?
Yes.
He was past the point of speaking, or stopping her. He nudged her lips apart with his fingers and guided his cock’s tip inside. She hesitated a moment, but she understood. He jerked as her hot mouth enveloped him, licking and caressing him as well as she could. If he was smaller, he could thrust deeper, but he didn’t want to alarm her. He stroked the rest of his length, letting her bring him to a peak of stimulation.
“Don’t stop,” he said. “I’ll come if you don’t stop.”
She did stop, but only long enough to say, “Oh, I would like that.”
Her innocence and boldness made a titillating combination. Too titillating. He wanted to come in her mouth, but no. He had to draw the line somewhere for this virgin on her wedding night. Instead, he guided her back, withdrew from her lips, and climaxed onto his stomach, letting her watch his essence as it pumped from his jerking member. She stared with shocked fascination, her gaze going from his cock, to his face, to his cock again.
“That’s how you come?” she asked, when his crisis had passed.
“Yes, my curious one. That’s how it happens for me.”