return by nine.”
“Then we still have time left.” He stroked her cunny with feathery motions, drawing her attention to how wet his gentle yet steady attentions were making her. “How many times can you come, Beth?”
“I don’t know…twice, three times maybe on the odd occasion.” Well, coming three times during the act had happened once.
She wasn’t sure she ought to have admitted this to Grey. His teasing touch distracted her though. Made her blurt things she shouldn’t.
Joshua had teased her mercilessly about the ease with which she could find her pleasure, calling her an Amazon. She had sensed the fear under his teasing tone and been puzzled by it. Deeply shamed by it too.
The message had been clear. Women, ladies or otherwise, were not supposed to find pleasure so easily or completely. Beth was unnatural. Always too wild, too impetuous.
“No.” Grey’s fingers slid into her slick channel. “I mean, how many times can you come before you can’t come anymore, before you’re exhausted and can’t move.”
“I don’t know,” she said, laughing to cover her sudden uneasiness at the question.
“There’s time. A man can make time.” He offered her a slow, sensual grin. “Didn’t you ever wonder?”
“Uh…umm…no.”
“It is a question that I’ve pondered often in the time that I’ve known you.” His fingers moved within her until her hips were dancing in tune with their motion. “I propose that we spend the remainder of the evening finding out.”
He pressed a kiss to the center of her sex, right on her most sensitive nub, and she gasped. Then he took hold of both her ankles, pulling her legs about his waist with such haste, she gasped again. His tanned hand stroked over her pale inner thigh with painful slowness, up to the soft hair at her juncture.
She realized that he, unlike her previous lovers, was giving her permission to show just him just how carnal she could really be.
He wasn’t going to be threatened.
He wasn’t going to judge.
Oh, his look of determination—he actually saw it as a challenge to see just how far he could drive her. A worthy challenge. It was his decision. He was in control.
She exhaled at length. Perhaps for the first time ever, she let down her guard fully in the presence of a man.
He traced the plump outer lips, parted them and then rubbed his cock against her throbbing bud in slow, silken circles.
But she didn't want to be teased. She wanted him as close as possible.
“Please.” She grasped his shoulders, seeking to pull him up level with her. “Please, be inside me.”
He slid to her entrance. “Is this what you need, Beth?”
“Yes…” Her breath caught for he was filling her. “Oh God…yes. Yes!”
He took her then, the fast, furious pace driving her into a vortex of ecstasy. He put his mouth over hers and swallowed her cries of pleasure.
When she opened her eyes, he was kissing her breasts, laving her nipples with his tongue. He was still hard and pulsing within her. It began all over again. And again. Unending. He taught her a whole new meaning to the word stamina.
He took her slowly, gently. Then increased the speed and intensity of his touch and his thrusts depending on her need of the moment. He arranged and angled their bodies so that his lower pelvis stroked her sensitive nub with each downward arc of his hips. So that his shaft stroked her channel in all the right places. He drove her up, soared with her to heights of elation she’d never known. And eased her fall back to earth. He kissed and petted and fucked her until she couldn’t bear the intensity of pleasure.
She hadn’t realized a man could exert such control over his own body. That he could delay his own release so long and so well.
Despite his earlier assurances, the utter self-revelation about her own capacities and appetites became too much. When she attempted to shy away from such excesses, such ecstatic decadence, he took her by the wrists, held her to
“Then we still have time left.” He stroked her cunny with feathery motions, drawing her attention to how wet his gentle yet steady attentions were making her. “How many times can you come, Beth?”
“I don’t know…twice, three times maybe on the odd occasion.” Well, coming three times during the act had happened once.
She wasn’t sure she ought to have admitted this to Grey. His teasing touch distracted her though. Made her blurt things she shouldn’t.
Joshua had teased her mercilessly about the ease with which she could find her pleasure, calling her an Amazon. She had sensed the fear under his teasing tone and been puzzled by it. Deeply shamed by it too.
The message had been clear. Women, ladies or otherwise, were not supposed to find pleasure so easily or completely. Beth was unnatural. Always too wild, too impetuous.
“No.” Grey’s fingers slid into her slick channel. “I mean, how many times can you come before you can’t come anymore, before you’re exhausted and can’t move.”
“I don’t know,” she said, laughing to cover her sudden uneasiness at the question.
“There’s time. A man can make time.” He offered her a slow, sensual grin. “Didn’t you ever wonder?”
“Uh…umm…no.”
“It is a question that I’ve pondered often in the time that I’ve known you.” His fingers moved within her until her hips were dancing in tune with their motion. “I propose that we spend the remainder of the evening finding out.”
He pressed a kiss to the center of her sex, right on her most sensitive nub, and she gasped. Then he took hold of both her ankles, pulling her legs about his waist with such haste, she gasped again. His tanned hand stroked over her pale inner thigh with painful slowness, up to the soft hair at her juncture.
She realized that he, unlike her previous lovers, was giving her permission to show just him just how carnal she could really be.
He wasn’t going to be threatened.
He wasn’t going to judge.
Oh, his look of determination—he actually saw it as a challenge to see just how far he could drive her. A worthy challenge. It was his decision. He was in control.
She exhaled at length. Perhaps for the first time ever, she let down her guard fully in the presence of a man.
He traced the plump outer lips, parted them and then rubbed his cock against her throbbing bud in slow, silken circles.
But she didn't want to be teased. She wanted him as close as possible.
“Please.” She grasped his shoulders, seeking to pull him up level with her. “Please, be inside me.”
He slid to her entrance. “Is this what you need, Beth?”
“Yes…” Her breath caught for he was filling her. “Oh God…yes. Yes!”
He took her then, the fast, furious pace driving her into a vortex of ecstasy. He put his mouth over hers and swallowed her cries of pleasure.
When she opened her eyes, he was kissing her breasts, laving her nipples with his tongue. He was still hard and pulsing within her. It began all over again. And again. Unending. He taught her a whole new meaning to the word stamina.
He took her slowly, gently. Then increased the speed and intensity of his touch and his thrusts depending on her need of the moment. He arranged and angled their bodies so that his lower pelvis stroked her sensitive nub with each downward arc of his hips. So that his shaft stroked her channel in all the right places. He drove her up, soared with her to heights of elation she’d never known. And eased her fall back to earth. He kissed and petted and fucked her until she couldn’t bear the intensity of pleasure.
She hadn’t realized a man could exert such control over his own body. That he could delay his own release so long and so well.
Despite his earlier assurances, the utter self-revelation about her own capacities and appetites became too much. When she attempted to shy away from such excesses, such ecstatic decadence, he took her by the wrists, held her to
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