He leaned back to examine his handiwork, then moved to the dry breast to give it the same attention until her chemise was damp and molded to her generous breasts and tight-tipped buds.
She panted and stared down at him with such wild abandon and blatant desire that his cock hardened instantly. Some women were born with passion in them and only needed to learn how to set it ablaze. Agatha Pennybrook was one of thosewomen. It was going to be a fucking pleasure teaching her how to unleash her desires.
“I want to make you climax,” he said. “Have you ever made yourself orgasm before?”
Her eyes widened, and she shook her head. “No.”
“Have you ever tried? Slipped your hand between your legs in the middle of the night because it felt too damn good not to?”
Again a shake of her head. “Shouldn’t this be about your pleasure?”
“Oh it is, little dove. But you have to understand that a man can find pleasure anywhere, but to get him returning to the same woman, you have to bring something special.”
“What’s that?”
He grinned at her. “You. The way your body trembles with pleasure, the way you cry out with your release. That will be bring a man back to your bed, again and again.”
“So how do you want to come for the first time?” Do you want to sit in my lap and kiss and rock your pretty cunt against my cock until you release? Or do you want me to use my hands on you?” He leaned in a licked across her collarbone. “Perhaps instead, I want you to come all over my mouth.”
Her head shook and she swallowed hard.
“What’s it going to be, Agatha?” He slid a finger beneath the strap of her chemise and bared her shoulder to his teeth.
She moaned and bucked against him. “Please make it stop?”
“Are you aching, love? Does your cunny feel empty?”
“Yes,” her word came out in a soft exhalation.
“I’m going to taste you tonight. But let us get you a little more relaxed, shall we?” He situated them on the oversized wing backed chair by the fireplace. There was a stack of books on the small table next to it. In fact, there were stacks of books on nearly every surface in this room. A fact he might comment on ifhis dick didn’t feel as if it was going to break off it was so damned hard.
He sat in the chair and brought her onto his lap so she straddled his hips. With one swift movement, he removed her chemise and dropped if on the floor behind her.
Her breasts were perfect. Heavy and round with rosy centers and firm nipples. He leaned forward and clasps one in his mouth, while he shifted her bottom. The slit in her drawers enabled him to press her open needy flesh against the hard length of his need. The musky scent of her arousal was heady and he groaned into her breast.
He rocked his pelvis against her to show her how to find her pleasure, then he cupped both of her breasts, pinched her nipples and brought his mouth to hers.
He’d never been one for kissing. He’d much rather skip ahead to kissing a slick quim than a woman’s mouth. But with Agatha, he had an unquenchable need to put their mouths together. Her tongue slid against his and she rocked herself awkwardly against him. After a few moments of her clumsy movements and their heated kissing, she found her rhythm. Her hands gripped his shoulders as they continued to kiss.
She pulled back from their kiss, arching her back. Her head tossed back, and a throaty moan sounded around him. It was the single sexiest thing he’d ever heard. Having grown up in a brothel, he’d become quite accustomed to the sounds of pleasure. But something about Agatha’s innocence was driving him wild.
“You’re getting close, little dove, aren’t you? I can feel how hot and wet your cunt is as you rub against me and it feels so good. You keep going until your body falls apart. That’s it, love.” He pinched her nipples again.
Her head tilted back to face him and her eyes widen as her mouth fell open.
“Sebastian,” she whispered.
“That’s it, love, you’re almost there. Keep rocking against me. Soak my trousers.”
Then she shuddered against him as pleasure pulsed through her body. She cried out, her voice hoarse and her breasts thrust forward, a comely flush covering her perfectly pale skin.
“Gorgeous,” he murmured.
She collapsed against him, her mouth nestled against his throat. “I didn’t know my body could do that.”
“Your body can do a lot more than just that.” He helped her stand, then pulls down her drawers until she steps out of them. One at a time, he rolled down her silk stockings. They were nice quality, but clearly aged. Every new expanse of her creamy skin he revealed made him even harder.
He had to make her come again though before he took her. He was a big man, all over, and he wanted to hurt her as little pain as possible.