The Bartered Virgin by Chevon Gael

nodded furiously. Her hair became untangled. David patiently removed her combs and pins when they began to tumble out of her hair and fly across the pillows. He suckled her nipples to hard nubs once again before allowing her to sit up. When she was settled back against the pillows, he untied his belt and shrugged out of the dressing gown. It lay pooled across his lap, except for a swatch of material between his legs that stood straight up like a circus tent pole.
    David took her hand and placed it on the hard, silk-covered appendage. “Go ahead,” he urged. “Uncover it.”
    The object lurched under her touch. Hell’s bells! It was alive. She removed her hand.
    “No, you don’t,” he said. “Not this time. There’s nothing under there that will bite you, peck you, or otherwise harm you. It’s just me. My penis. Or, as you have already christened it, a cock. No feathered fowl is hiding between my legs. Do you understand now?”
    If baring her naked breasts before a man hadn’t embarrassed her, sheer ignorance did. Imagine—a cock was merely a vulgar term for a penis! If it weren’t for the darkened room, she was sure he’d see her turning beet red from head to toe. Winn picked up a corner of the gown and moved it off his thigh. She gasped at the sight presented to her. It looked like Michelangelo’s David, only bigger. Much bigger.
    “Go ahead, touch it. Touch me.” He ran his index finger across her cheek, down the line of her jaw to her décolletage. It was only fair, she supposed, that since she allowed him to touch her, she should touch him. Suddenly something she remembered from the book made her smile.
    “This is pleasure , isn’t it?”
    “It will be when you stop staring and touch me.”
    She placed her palm on the tip of his engorged penis. David emitted a load groan.
    She pulled away. “Am I hurting you?”
    “Dammit, you are now,” he moaned. “Put your hand back. Touch me. Don’t be afraid. That’s it. Wrap your fingers around it. Yes…”
    Winn continued her exploration of his cock. She decided to call it cock as it seemed to please him. The bulbous tip was smooth. A tiny drop of pearl-like fluid seeped from the end. Suddenly David’s hand closed around hers.
    “Anatomy lesson. Head. Shaft. Balls. Pleasure.” One by one he guided her fingers around him.
    Suddenly, it all began to make sense. She felt bound to share her enlightenment. “I understand, David,” she began excitedly. “You have a gorgeous prick. If I run my hand up and down like this—” she demonstrated, much to his joy “—then you will have an orgasm. You’ll come .”
    He grabbed her hand and stopped her. “Sooner than I want to. Now—” he paused to catch his breath, “—I want the rest of your clothes off. Tout de suite! ”
    “Oh,” she cried happily. “You desire me.”
    “Right fucking now. Off with the birdcage. I want you naked under those sheets as fast as you can.”
    David blew out the remaining candles, except for one on each side of the bed, then sat in a chair and watched her awkward striptease. He wondered for a moment if he should go to his trunk and retrieve the French letters he always carried with him. For all that Winn would be his wife in a matter of days, she might not want the immediate complication of children. She was barely a child herself, even if she’d been on the marriage market more than a year. Once he initiated her into the joyous world of sex they might want to enjoy themselves for a while before starting a family. On the other hand, the thought of not feeling her tight slickness against anything but skin seemed morbidly unpleasant. The odds were in their favor that they’d not get caught first time around.
    “I’m ready,” she said in an anxious voice from his bed.
    “About time. My erection is failing.”
    “I’ll fix that,” she offered.
    David climbed in beside her. “Yes, you will.” He closed his arms around her and drew her close, feeling her soft,