demand for more. William pulled her
hard against his erection, the hot hardness pushing against her in
search of its own release.
Abruptly, William rolled them over. Emily lay flat on her back,
staring into William’s dark eyes as he held himself above
her.
“ Tell me to stop, Emily,” he repeated urgently, leaning in to
kiss her. The touch of his lips against hers was an aphrodisiac.
Tell him to stop? Had he gone mad? She ran her fingers through his
hair, stopping at the nape of his neck to pull him closer and
deepen the kiss. William groaned into her mouth. His tongue
entwined savagely with hers in a primal ballroom dance before he
pulled back and dropped tiny kisses on her jaw. She slid her hands
across his back. His muscles bunched beneath her palms as he dipped
his head lower, leaving behind a trail of open-mouthed kisses that
culminated when he closed his lips over her breast.
Emily
moaned. Wave after wave of desire rushed through her. She trembled
with need. She yearned for more. She splayed her legs open,
crashing her pelvis against William. She wanted everything he could
give her and more.
“ Tell me to cease this, Emily, and I will.”
She didn’t reply. He closed his mouth on her other breast,
suckling softly. Emily shook her head. She wrapped her legs around
William and lifted her hips. He sucked harder, his teeth grazing
her nipple. He massaged her other breast. Wetness slipped out of
her while the head of his cock prodded her.
Boldly,
she pulled at his shirt. William ceased his attention on her
breasts and removed the cumbersome garment. He attempted to regain
his place above her but she placed a hand on his chest, stilling
him.
“ I want to look at you.”
His eyes
twinkled in the gloom and his lips curved.
“ Don’t you dare laugh…!”
“ It did not cross my mind, love.” He rolled to the side and
lay against the mattress. Emily stared. Oh, to be able to see him
in more light. The dimly lit room did him little justice. She could
see the contours of his firmly muscled body, make out the scars
that crossed his chest and stomach and the scattering of dark hair
that trailed downwards. Her cheeks burned as she followed the path
of hair to his erection. Long and thick, it lay hard as steel
against his stomach. The head was pink and thick, reminding her of
a large mushroom over which a single raindrop had collected after a
quick summer storm. She licked her lips. William groaned. Her eyes
flew to his face. He watched her closely. His cheeks were flushed
and his lips slightly parted as he breathed through his
mouth.
Tentatively, she placed her hand over his thigh. William’s
eyes drifted shut. She slid her hand upwards, bravely dipping it
between his legs. Lightly, she touched his sack. She marveled at
its softness. She glanced at William, whose eyes were still closed.
Daringly, she trailed her fingertip over his silky hardness.
William groaned. His hips bucked. More liquid seeped from the head
of his prick. What would it taste like? Her cousin said the flavor
was not pleasant, but perhaps William’s was different. She moved
closer.
She cried
out in surprise when he grasped her hips and sat her over his lap.
She gasped as he ground against her folds.
“ I need you.”
She
nodded. Numbly, she helped him remove her shift. Emily flushed as
he studied her. There was no denying the hunger in his
gaze.
“ Beautiful,” William whispered. “Have you any idea how
beautiful you are?”
He sat up and placed his hands on either side of her face. He
kissed her. The touch of his lips was surprisingly soft. Unlike
previous kisses, this was a languid touch that claimed and gave in
equal measures. She was his, he seemed to tell her, but he was also
hers. Tears filled her eyes. She was lost, lost in this powerful
emotion from whence there was no going back.
“ I need to be inside of you, Emily.”
He rolled them over again. Slowly, he kissed a path down her
chest, across her stomach and over her
hard against his erection, the hot hardness pushing against her in
search of its own release.
Abruptly, William rolled them over. Emily lay flat on her back,
staring into William’s dark eyes as he held himself above
her.
“ Tell me to stop, Emily,” he repeated urgently, leaning in to
kiss her. The touch of his lips against hers was an aphrodisiac.
Tell him to stop? Had he gone mad? She ran her fingers through his
hair, stopping at the nape of his neck to pull him closer and
deepen the kiss. William groaned into her mouth. His tongue
entwined savagely with hers in a primal ballroom dance before he
pulled back and dropped tiny kisses on her jaw. She slid her hands
across his back. His muscles bunched beneath her palms as he dipped
his head lower, leaving behind a trail of open-mouthed kisses that
culminated when he closed his lips over her breast.
Emily
moaned. Wave after wave of desire rushed through her. She trembled
with need. She yearned for more. She splayed her legs open,
crashing her pelvis against William. She wanted everything he could
give her and more.
“ Tell me to cease this, Emily, and I will.”
She didn’t reply. He closed his mouth on her other breast,
suckling softly. Emily shook her head. She wrapped her legs around
William and lifted her hips. He sucked harder, his teeth grazing
her nipple. He massaged her other breast. Wetness slipped out of
her while the head of his cock prodded her.
Boldly,
she pulled at his shirt. William ceased his attention on her
breasts and removed the cumbersome garment. He attempted to regain
his place above her but she placed a hand on his chest, stilling
him.
“ I want to look at you.”
His eyes
twinkled in the gloom and his lips curved.
“ Don’t you dare laugh…!”
“ It did not cross my mind, love.” He rolled to the side and
lay against the mattress. Emily stared. Oh, to be able to see him
in more light. The dimly lit room did him little justice. She could
see the contours of his firmly muscled body, make out the scars
that crossed his chest and stomach and the scattering of dark hair
that trailed downwards. Her cheeks burned as she followed the path
of hair to his erection. Long and thick, it lay hard as steel
against his stomach. The head was pink and thick, reminding her of
a large mushroom over which a single raindrop had collected after a
quick summer storm. She licked her lips. William groaned. Her eyes
flew to his face. He watched her closely. His cheeks were flushed
and his lips slightly parted as he breathed through his
mouth.
Tentatively, she placed her hand over his thigh. William’s
eyes drifted shut. She slid her hand upwards, bravely dipping it
between his legs. Lightly, she touched his sack. She marveled at
its softness. She glanced at William, whose eyes were still closed.
Daringly, she trailed her fingertip over his silky hardness.
William groaned. His hips bucked. More liquid seeped from the head
of his prick. What would it taste like? Her cousin said the flavor
was not pleasant, but perhaps William’s was different. She moved
closer.
She cried
out in surprise when he grasped her hips and sat her over his lap.
She gasped as he ground against her folds.
“ I need you.”
She
nodded. Numbly, she helped him remove her shift. Emily flushed as
he studied her. There was no denying the hunger in his
gaze.
“ Beautiful,” William whispered. “Have you any idea how
beautiful you are?”
He sat up and placed his hands on either side of her face. He
kissed her. The touch of his lips was surprisingly soft. Unlike
previous kisses, this was a languid touch that claimed and gave in
equal measures. She was his, he seemed to tell her, but he was also
hers. Tears filled her eyes. She was lost, lost in this powerful
emotion from whence there was no going back.
“ I need to be inside of you, Emily.”
He rolled them over again. Slowly, he kissed a path down her
chest, across her stomach and over her
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