tender form against him. He gave her a moment to get used to him.
“David,” she murmured.
“Hmm?”
“Will we sleep like this all the time?”
“Like what, dearest?”
“Unclothed?”
“I shall insist on it.”
“Even in winter?”
“Especially in winter. I shall have the furs brought down from the attic and beaten. We’ll put them on the floor in front of the fireplace in the master bedroom. I shall feed you grapes from Spain and citrus fruits from the tropics. And we shall sip wine and watch the fire snap in the hearth.”
Winn snuggled against him. “When will our children come?”
“Whenever they feel like it. Why?”
“Well, now that I’ve touched your cock, I’m bound to have a baby.”
David cleared his throat. “Winn, if my erection is ever to return, you must stop talking. I see you’ve been listening to old wives’ tales again. One does not become pregnant by mere touch.” He tilted her head to face him. “Just how far into that book have you read?”
“I couldn’t get past the part where the man… manger la chagatte —eats the woman’s pussy. It was just too distressing.”
“Ah, yes. The gluttonous male sidling up to a woman with knife and fork poised in hand.” He ran his hand down the curve of her hip. His fingers grazed over the silken curls of her mons. He heard her inhale sharply. “This—” he fondled her pubic hair, “—is le minou . Your pussy. And a rather nice one, too, if I’m any judge.”
“Oh, another vulgarism. A pussy is a cunt.”
“Eloquent but true. Now, lie back and learn.” He slipped two fingers past her lips and caressed her slick flesh. “Mmm…Nice and wet. My cock will slide into you very nicely. Ah, feel that?”
A sigh was his answer. “You desire me as much as I desire you. And there it is.” His experienced finger found her swollen bud. He delighted when she gave a tiny squeak and jumped when he tweaked the engorged nub between his thumb and forefinger. “Your clitoris, the very heart of your desire. My tongue will enjoy playing down there, which is what is known as eating pussy. Your limited fantasies are safe from any further perils of male cannibalism. You, however—” he turned her on her back and covered her with his body, “—are not.”
David kissed her with a force that meant the lesson was over. It was time for formal practice. His cock was stiff once again and he was anxious to drive it home. He had to remind himself to go slow. He didn’t want to scare or hurt her. Reaching down, he placed the tip of his penis against the hard nub peeping from between her lips. He rubbed himself against her. She opened her mouth and moaned against his.
“Yes, David. Yes.”
“Yes,” he assured her. His plan was to give her pleasure first, to relax her and make her more willing to accept him. Then he could enter her and have his own pleasure without the worry of tears or pain. It was time for Winn’s initiation into womanhood.
He began to move down her body, kissing her with purpose. By the time he reached her belly, her hands had become entangled in his hair. David wanted her to touch him, to fondle him, to become familiar with his body. He demanded it. Finally his mouth reached its destination.
He buried his nose in her nether curls. She was a treasure of red and gold. Damn, but she had the sweetest scent. Already his mouth watered at the thought of tasting her. He carefully eased between her outer lips, flicking her aroused clitoris with his tongue. She arched under him and pressed herself into his face.
“Patience, love,” he murmured. He began to stroke her with his tongue, gently at first. He wanted to enjoy her flavor, taste her honeyed folds. By her tiny moans and stuttered gasps, he knew she was enjoying it, too. He lapped at her opening, sliding his tongue around the edge of her channel. His prick jumped as he sipped her waiting slickness. As delicious a treat as she was, it was time to give her full
“David,” she murmured.
“Hmm?”
“Will we sleep like this all the time?”
“Like what, dearest?”
“Unclothed?”
“I shall insist on it.”
“Even in winter?”
“Especially in winter. I shall have the furs brought down from the attic and beaten. We’ll put them on the floor in front of the fireplace in the master bedroom. I shall feed you grapes from Spain and citrus fruits from the tropics. And we shall sip wine and watch the fire snap in the hearth.”
Winn snuggled against him. “When will our children come?”
“Whenever they feel like it. Why?”
“Well, now that I’ve touched your cock, I’m bound to have a baby.”
David cleared his throat. “Winn, if my erection is ever to return, you must stop talking. I see you’ve been listening to old wives’ tales again. One does not become pregnant by mere touch.” He tilted her head to face him. “Just how far into that book have you read?”
“I couldn’t get past the part where the man… manger la chagatte —eats the woman’s pussy. It was just too distressing.”
“Ah, yes. The gluttonous male sidling up to a woman with knife and fork poised in hand.” He ran his hand down the curve of her hip. His fingers grazed over the silken curls of her mons. He heard her inhale sharply. “This—” he fondled her pubic hair, “—is le minou . Your pussy. And a rather nice one, too, if I’m any judge.”
“Oh, another vulgarism. A pussy is a cunt.”
“Eloquent but true. Now, lie back and learn.” He slipped two fingers past her lips and caressed her slick flesh. “Mmm…Nice and wet. My cock will slide into you very nicely. Ah, feel that?”
A sigh was his answer. “You desire me as much as I desire you. And there it is.” His experienced finger found her swollen bud. He delighted when she gave a tiny squeak and jumped when he tweaked the engorged nub between his thumb and forefinger. “Your clitoris, the very heart of your desire. My tongue will enjoy playing down there, which is what is known as eating pussy. Your limited fantasies are safe from any further perils of male cannibalism. You, however—” he turned her on her back and covered her with his body, “—are not.”
David kissed her with a force that meant the lesson was over. It was time for formal practice. His cock was stiff once again and he was anxious to drive it home. He had to remind himself to go slow. He didn’t want to scare or hurt her. Reaching down, he placed the tip of his penis against the hard nub peeping from between her lips. He rubbed himself against her. She opened her mouth and moaned against his.
“Yes, David. Yes.”
“Yes,” he assured her. His plan was to give her pleasure first, to relax her and make her more willing to accept him. Then he could enter her and have his own pleasure without the worry of tears or pain. It was time for Winn’s initiation into womanhood.
He began to move down her body, kissing her with purpose. By the time he reached her belly, her hands had become entangled in his hair. David wanted her to touch him, to fondle him, to become familiar with his body. He demanded it. Finally his mouth reached its destination.
He buried his nose in her nether curls. She was a treasure of red and gold. Damn, but she had the sweetest scent. Already his mouth watered at the thought of tasting her. He carefully eased between her outer lips, flicking her aroused clitoris with his tongue. She arched under him and pressed herself into his face.
“Patience, love,” he murmured. He began to stroke her with his tongue, gently at first. He wanted to enjoy her flavor, taste her honeyed folds. By her tiny moans and stuttered gasps, he knew she was enjoying it, too. He lapped at her opening, sliding his tongue around the edge of her channel. His prick jumped as he sipped her waiting slickness. As delicious a treat as she was, it was time to give her full
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