When she stood before him completely bare, he leaned back in the chair and lets his eyes take in the glorious sight of her.
“You are a beautiful woman, Agatha,” he said.
“Thank you,” her voice came out in a hushed whisper.
“Get on the bed now.” He stood and began to unbutton his shirt. He removed all of his clothing, leaving it all on the chair before walking to her.
Unlike some women, she hadn’t scurried to hide beneath the coverlet, instead she’d sprawled herself on the bed, and blatantly stared at his body.
His cock, hard and heavy, jutted from his body. The sensitive tip already leaked for her. He gripped the shaft and squeezed the base to try to reign in his control.
He walked to her, hand still wrapped around himself. “Spread your legs, let me see that pretty cunny.”
The dark triangle of curls at the apex of her thighs looked bold against the paleness of her skin.
Her eyes haven’t left his cock, but she followed his instructions. Her legs part.
“That’s it, little dove. Look at how wet you are for me.” He leaned down and placed a kiss right at her navel against her soft rounded stomach. “I’m going to make you come one more time before I take you. We want you even wetter so you can easily take my cock.”
She nodded, but didn’t say anything.
“Bend your legs and brace your feet on the bed.”
She opened herself to him fully. “You’re so pink and swollen for me, glistening with your nectar.” He gripped his cock again. He needed to keep his patience, but he was dying to sheath himself inside her wet heat.
Instead he lay on his stomach and maneuvered himself so that he lay right between her legs, mouth inches from her pussy. He parted her folds using both thumbs until he could see the tight entrance he was waiting to breach.
“Are you certain this is done? I mean with women who are not employed for such things?” she asked.
“You’re wanting to know if women of good breeding participate in such things?” he asked.
“I suppose. My mother certainly never mentioned anything of the sort to me before I wed.”
He nibbled at her thigh, licking and sucking the sensitive skin between her legs without reaching anywhere near her most delicate and sensitive skin. He chuckled. “I don’t imagine she did. I will not brag about any of my previous experience, but I can assure you that plenty of women in the ton have lifted their skirts for such an activity.” Slowly, he slid one finger inside her. She was hot and slick and impossibly tight.
She squeaked and bucked against his hand. Then he swiped one thumb to the side of that tight bundle of nerves.
“Oh God,” she breathed.
That was all it took and he couldn’t wait any longer to get his mouth on her. He licked up one side and then the other as he slowly pumped that single finger in and out. Then he swirled his tongue around that little nub.
She moaned and he did the movement again and again until her fingers carded through his hair.
She was tangy and salty and sweet. He rocked himself against the mattress to try to ease some of the pressure in his sack. He added a second finger inside her, scissoring his digits in an attempt to stretch her a little.
“Sebastian.” Her fingernails dug into his scalp and he growled against her tender flesh. Then he sped up his movements, curving his fingers towards the front of her soft wet space and rubbing, rubbing at the perfect spot. Then he sucked her little nub into his mouth. He pulled on the sensitive flesh with his lips and she rocked against his face faster and faster.
“It’s too much,” she said as she tried to shift away from him.
But he knew it wasn’t. She was so close to breaking. He held her hips in place and kept this rhythm steady, rubbing and sucking, rubbing and sucking.
She released a shrill noise before her voice was muffled. Fresh wetness slicked over his fingers as her climax rocketed through her.
8
Pleasure still coursed through Agatha’s body as Sebastian climbed his heavy body atop her. He notched his member against her entrance and slid inside. He didn’t take his time, he didn’t warn her. He just thrust all the way in. The pain was sharp and she tensed against him, but he cupped her face and looked into her eyes.
“I’ve got you, little dove. Relax. That pain will fade and in a moment you’ll be begging me to keep going.”