“Feel that?” he asked, voice muffled between her thighs as he guided her wrist to make small, slow circles.
“Ohhhh,” Beatrice moaned, her body relaxing into the bed as she languidly guided her fingertips. “Yes,” she breathed. “It feels wonderful.”
“That is one of your most sacred pleasure centers,” Algernon explained, guiding her wrist a little faster now, pushing her fingertips just a tad harder.
“Like your breasts, you must be gentle with her at first. Soft touches and gentle flicks. She likes to stay hidden, and it is only pleasure that will bring her out.”
Algernon released her wrist and then leaned back, just enough so that he could watch Beatrice follow his instructions. The tip of his aching cock immediately began to weep at the sight of her. Her eyes half hooded, her body trembling, her fingertips and wrist moving precisely the way he taught her. He had thought seeing her naked was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen, but this… this was even better.
So arousing, in fact, that he began to fear he was going to splatter his very much pent-up release over the inside of his trousers. He could not. Not yet. He still needed to finish his lesson. She was close,veryclose to her release, but he had one more thing to teach her that would allow her to get there.
“You are doing so well, Beatrice” he praised then captured her pointer and middle finger in his mouth, suckling them hard and coating them with more of his saliva.
Again, his cock began to weep when he tasted her juices on her fingers. Using his mouth, he guided her hand lower to her sex, and just after he released her fingers, he slid his tongue between her dewy folds and groaned in joyous agony as he found her positively flooding inside of her sheath.
For a moment, his own need took over, and he forgot what he was trying to teach her. Wrapped up viciously in his own desires,Algernon clamped his hands on her outer thighs and thrust his tongue inside her again and again.
Her growing moans did not help. In fact, they urged him to keep going. Not just for her own pleasure but for his own. He would take this image and keep it like the treasure it was, tucked away and private for those moments he could not bear to stop thinking about her.
With effort, he pulled back with an aching groan, needing several moments to gather his wits and secure his own desires. He reached for her hand, which had been stroking her taut bud just as he had taught, and pulled it down to her sex once again. Beatrice’s breaths had grown sharp and needy.
Oh. She was close. So very close.
He once more drew her two fingers into his mouth, coating them, and then placed them at her parted folds.
“Slide them in,” he coaxed. “Slowly. Do not hurt yourself. Let your middle finger be your guide to your pleasure.”
Algernon nestled back just enough to watch her do as he bid, and another aching groan poured from his lips as he watched one of her fingers then another slowly, very slowly disappear into her sex.
“Oh!” Beatrice gasped, her body tightening a little as she discovered how warm and tight she was.
“That’s it, my precious love, now draw them out slowly,” he coaxed, his eyes fastened to the erotic view before him. “Keep your hand cupped—yes, just like that, and then thrust up again.”
Beatrice did as she was bid, and as she thrust her fingers back inside herself—a little more intensely that time—she sat up, and she gasped, “Oh, God! What was that?!”
“A wonderful, secret button God put deep inside you,” Algernon explained. “Go on, keep reaching for it. Allow your fingertips to brush over it every time you thrust them back in. If you can, reach up with your thumb and toy with your bud at the same time.”
In the pale light of the moon, Algernon looked up just in time to see a furious blush across her beautiful face.
“Do not dare be ashamed of knowing your pleasure, Beatrice,” he warned. “You have no idea how few get the opportunity. Now show me. Show me that you understand what I have taught you.”
Algernon watched as her crimson blush faded as she looked down into his eyes, and with their eyes locked on one another, she began to move her hand between her legs. Pleasure rippled over her face as she grew more familiar with herself, making his cock grow even harder. Still, he tried to ignore it.
“Yes,” he breathed, wanting so very badly to see her release. “Show me.”
“I want you to show me too,” she whispered, half sitting, half leaning up on her other arm as her previously occupied hand continued its work.
Perhaps at another time or with another person, Algernon would have refused. He would have never allowed himself to feel so vulnerable or exposed. Instead, he simply rose up on his knees and freed his aching manhood from his trousers. Beatrice eyes drew half-hooded and her mouth went slack-jawed as she watched him fist his base and stroke from root to tip.
Pleasure burst through his veins, tiny explosions of such going off throughout his entire body and landing in embers in her lower belly.
He didn’t have to tell Beatrice to keep her eyes on him. Hers were already locked on him just as his were locked in on her, all of her. He took in her cobalt eyes glowing beneath her hooded lids, the sheen of perspiration over her curves, the undulation of her hips as she grew bolder with her hand, and then they burst. Together. Both of them letting out cries of desperate release as their bodies finally got they had both been craving.
Algernon collapsed, trembling uncontrollably, only catching his weight with one hand at the last second before he fell on Beatrice, so he would not hurt her. Yet in the next second, her hands clutched around the straining muscles of his shoulders, and she brought him down the rest of the way, her arms and legs wrapping around him tightly as their lips met in a dizzying, almost sloppy kiss.
Algernon only broke the kiss when he found his lungs starving for air, and when he did, they both drew in a deep, shaking breath. Carefully, he rolled to his side, off of the bed, and went to his washstand. He poured clean water into the bowl and dunked in the cloth. Once he had it wrang out, he returned to Beatrice and began to gently wash off the proof of their lust.
“Too cold?” he asked when she first gasped and shivered at the touch of the wet cloth.