rolled Johnny onto his back and unfastened his trousers as deftly as he'd handled her pearl buttons. The cool breeze blew over her exposed breasts and ruffled Johnny's fine curls as she touched his aroused manhood, closing her fingers around it, stroking until he closed his eyes and groaned. He was a magnificent figure of a man, so large she didn't know how she would ever take him into her body. She would, though. One day.
She climbed on top of him, covering his long body with hers, stroking as she kissed him. "I love the way you feel," she whispered into his mouth, flicking her tongue over his lower lip. She slithered down slowly and tasted his small, flat nipples, much as he had tasted hers. She kissed a trail down his slightly hairy chest, using her tongue, taking her time.
Vanessa knew she could not afford to lose her virginity to a servant, but she and Johnny knew how to take care of each other. She teased him until he was panting, and then she pleasured him with her mouth. Johnny, this beautiful man, was hers, completely and totally. He would do anything for her, would kill for her, die for her. That knowledge excited her as much as the quick response of his body as he climaxed.
She rolled onto her back and Johnny came with her, languidly renewing his attention on her breasts.
"Touch me," she whispered.
Johnny always knew what she wanted, what she demanded of him. He lifted her skirt and teased the inside of her thighs with his fingers while he suckled at her breasts. When his fingers traveled higher to stroke her throbbing center she arched her back and moaned aloud.
There was nothing in her world but sensation. Fabulous, building, heated stimulation. Her body rocked slightly, her breath came heavy. "Johnny," she whispered.
He slithered down her body, and his head disappeared beneath her raised skirt. She let her legs fall open. Her lover kissed her intimately, softly once. Twice. Then he began an attack on her that matched his earlier onslaught at her breasts. He kissed, laved, and sucked, and he thrust his tongue inside her. She cried out softly when he slipped a finger inside her while he pressed his tongue against a most sensitive spot.
"Harder," she whispered, spreading her legs as wide apart as possible and reaching down to clutch his head. "More." Her entire body sang and flamed. She knew nothing, nothing in the world but the feel of Johnny's hands and mouth. He heightened the efforts with his tongue, and slipped yet another finger inside her.
She found release quickly, deeply, and completely, crying out softly and grasping Johnny's head tight against her.
And then she collapsed, satisfied, against the blanket.
Johnny crawled up to lie beside her, resting his beautiful head close to hers. "I love you," he whispered.
Oh, she did wish he wouldn't ruin the moment with such sentimental declarations! "I know," she said, her eyes closed as she savored the deep and complete gratification that made her feel boneless.
He kissed the side of her neck with leisurely passion.
"I want to love you completely," he whispered. "I want to come inside you."
This was a conversation she usually dreaded. She had to go to her marriage bed a virgin. It was expected, even required of someone in her position. There had been a time when what they had was enough for Johnny, but lately he'd begun to voice his desire for more. He wanted everything, and to be honest so did she.
"Soon," she said.
Johnny lifted his head to look down at her. "Soon?"
She smiled widely and rested a hand at his neck. "I've decided who I'll marry."
Johnny frowned. "Not Henry Langford," he muttered. "That ass."
"No, not Henry. Declan Harper," she said sweetly.
"Has he asked?"
"No, but he will," she said confidently. "He came to call on me today," she said. "He brought me candy, can you believe it? I returned the gift, of course, and offered a few more appropriate suggestions."
Her fingers danced languidly and possessively over Johnny's neck and
She climbed on top of him, covering his long body with hers, stroking as she kissed him. "I love the way you feel," she whispered into his mouth, flicking her tongue over his lower lip. She slithered down slowly and tasted his small, flat nipples, much as he had tasted hers. She kissed a trail down his slightly hairy chest, using her tongue, taking her time.
Vanessa knew she could not afford to lose her virginity to a servant, but she and Johnny knew how to take care of each other. She teased him until he was panting, and then she pleasured him with her mouth. Johnny, this beautiful man, was hers, completely and totally. He would do anything for her, would kill for her, die for her. That knowledge excited her as much as the quick response of his body as he climaxed.
She rolled onto her back and Johnny came with her, languidly renewing his attention on her breasts.
"Touch me," she whispered.
Johnny always knew what she wanted, what she demanded of him. He lifted her skirt and teased the inside of her thighs with his fingers while he suckled at her breasts. When his fingers traveled higher to stroke her throbbing center she arched her back and moaned aloud.
There was nothing in her world but sensation. Fabulous, building, heated stimulation. Her body rocked slightly, her breath came heavy. "Johnny," she whispered.
He slithered down her body, and his head disappeared beneath her raised skirt. She let her legs fall open. Her lover kissed her intimately, softly once. Twice. Then he began an attack on her that matched his earlier onslaught at her breasts. He kissed, laved, and sucked, and he thrust his tongue inside her. She cried out softly when he slipped a finger inside her while he pressed his tongue against a most sensitive spot.
"Harder," she whispered, spreading her legs as wide apart as possible and reaching down to clutch his head. "More." Her entire body sang and flamed. She knew nothing, nothing in the world but the feel of Johnny's hands and mouth. He heightened the efforts with his tongue, and slipped yet another finger inside her.
She found release quickly, deeply, and completely, crying out softly and grasping Johnny's head tight against her.
And then she collapsed, satisfied, against the blanket.
Johnny crawled up to lie beside her, resting his beautiful head close to hers. "I love you," he whispered.
Oh, she did wish he wouldn't ruin the moment with such sentimental declarations! "I know," she said, her eyes closed as she savored the deep and complete gratification that made her feel boneless.
He kissed the side of her neck with leisurely passion.
"I want to love you completely," he whispered. "I want to come inside you."
This was a conversation she usually dreaded. She had to go to her marriage bed a virgin. It was expected, even required of someone in her position. There had been a time when what they had was enough for Johnny, but lately he'd begun to voice his desire for more. He wanted everything, and to be honest so did she.
"Soon," she said.
Johnny lifted his head to look down at her. "Soon?"
She smiled widely and rested a hand at his neck. "I've decided who I'll marry."
Johnny frowned. "Not Henry Langford," he muttered. "That ass."
"No, not Henry. Declan Harper," she said sweetly.
"Has he asked?"
"No, but he will," she said confidently. "He came to call on me today," she said. "He brought me candy, can you believe it? I returned the gift, of course, and offered a few more appropriate suggestions."
Her fingers danced languidly and possessively over Johnny's neck and
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