taut line of his jaw. Her leg shifted
alongside his on the cushions.
Josh could feel the promise of surrender in her and he
was awed. The soft, giving warmth other made him powerfully aware of his own
maleness. He sensed that he was being given a rare and wonderful gift and that
he dared not ruin the experience by demanding more than Maggie was prepared to
give at this point.
Josh reached down and found the hem of her dress. He
eased it upward to her thighs and sighed when he felt the warmth between her legs.
He lowered his mouth to one breast, dampening the nipple beneath the lace with
his tongue. When she moaned softly, he began to explore her more thoroughly.
Slowly he eased the silky panty hose down her legs to
her ankles. Then he peeled them off her delicately arched feet. He slid his
hands back up her legs and gently pushed her thighs more widely apart. She
resisted slightly and then surrendered to his gentle, insistent pressure.
His fingers brushed against the soft nest that
sheltered her secrets.
“ Josh .”
There was a throaty passion in her voice. And
uncertainty, as well. Josh couldn't tell if he had gone too far or if she
wanted him to go further. He brushed his fingers against her again and felt the
wet heat. He kissed her deeply “Do you like that, Maggie?”
“Yes. Oh, yes-Please, Josh.” She was starting to clutch
at him, moving her head restlessly.
Josh took a deep breath to control his own skyrocketing
need. He cupped her intimately with the palm of his hand. “You're burning up,
sweetheart, aren't you?”
Her answer was to arch herself against his hand. Josh
stroked one finger slowly inside her and felt her shiver in response. “You're
so tight,” he said in wonder. “Tight and hot and wet. All passion and fire.” He
stroked again – a little harder – and she gasped.
“I don't…I can't… Josh, I feel so strange. What are you
doing to me?”
He heard the confusion and excitement in her voice and
realized with amazement that Maggie didn't recognize her own impending climax.
It dawned on him that Maggie was going to learn the passionate power of her own
body at his hands – and a glorious exultation roared through him. He felt
simultaneously humble and magnificently proud. He could give her something
almost as wonderful as what she was giving him.
“Don't fight it, sweetheart. It's going to be so good.
You're going to go up in flames. Tighten yourself, Maggie. Yes, that's it,
harder, harder. Yes.” He stroked her gently, finding the small, engorged nub of
feminine sensation with his thumb.
He knew it was happening even before she did. It was
unmistakable. Her whole body suddenly clenched and tiny, shivering ripples quivered
around his invading finger. Josh almost lost his own self-control at that.
“Josh.”
She was going to cry out. Josh sensed it and as much as
he yearned to hear the sweet sound of her release, he knew he had to protect
her privacy. The parlour was directly under the Colonel's bedroom.
Josh captured Maggie's mouth with his own, swallowing
the soft, joyous sounds. He held her while she convulsed beneath him and took
as much pleasure in the release as Maggie herself did. It was an odd sensation
to be so enthralled by a woman's passion that he could forgo his own without
resentment. All Josh wanted in that moment was for Maggie to be happy and to
know that he was the one who had made her so.
Maggie eventually collapsed into a soft, warm heap
beneath Josh and for a long time he was content to just lie there on top of
her, savouring the scent and reel of her. The minutes slipped past.
Maggie shifted slightly at last. “Josh?” she whispered.
“Mmm?”
“Josh, that was… quite wonderful.”
He grinned to himself in the darkness. “Yeah, it was.
Never seen anything like it.”
She laughed softly. “You're teasing me.”
“No, I'm deadly serious-It was wonderful.” He finally
raised his head and kissed the tip of her nose.
“Oh, dear. I didn't
alongside his on the cushions.
Josh could feel the promise of surrender in her and he
was awed. The soft, giving warmth other made him powerfully aware of his own
maleness. He sensed that he was being given a rare and wonderful gift and that
he dared not ruin the experience by demanding more than Maggie was prepared to
give at this point.
Josh reached down and found the hem of her dress. He
eased it upward to her thighs and sighed when he felt the warmth between her legs.
He lowered his mouth to one breast, dampening the nipple beneath the lace with
his tongue. When she moaned softly, he began to explore her more thoroughly.
Slowly he eased the silky panty hose down her legs to
her ankles. Then he peeled them off her delicately arched feet. He slid his
hands back up her legs and gently pushed her thighs more widely apart. She
resisted slightly and then surrendered to his gentle, insistent pressure.
His fingers brushed against the soft nest that
sheltered her secrets.
“ Josh .”
There was a throaty passion in her voice. And
uncertainty, as well. Josh couldn't tell if he had gone too far or if she
wanted him to go further. He brushed his fingers against her again and felt the
wet heat. He kissed her deeply “Do you like that, Maggie?”
“Yes. Oh, yes-Please, Josh.” She was starting to clutch
at him, moving her head restlessly.
Josh took a deep breath to control his own skyrocketing
need. He cupped her intimately with the palm of his hand. “You're burning up,
sweetheart, aren't you?”
Her answer was to arch herself against his hand. Josh
stroked one finger slowly inside her and felt her shiver in response. “You're
so tight,” he said in wonder. “Tight and hot and wet. All passion and fire.” He
stroked again – a little harder – and she gasped.
“I don't…I can't… Josh, I feel so strange. What are you
doing to me?”
He heard the confusion and excitement in her voice and
realized with amazement that Maggie didn't recognize her own impending climax.
It dawned on him that Maggie was going to learn the passionate power of her own
body at his hands – and a glorious exultation roared through him. He felt
simultaneously humble and magnificently proud. He could give her something
almost as wonderful as what she was giving him.
“Don't fight it, sweetheart. It's going to be so good.
You're going to go up in flames. Tighten yourself, Maggie. Yes, that's it,
harder, harder. Yes.” He stroked her gently, finding the small, engorged nub of
feminine sensation with his thumb.
He knew it was happening even before she did. It was
unmistakable. Her whole body suddenly clenched and tiny, shivering ripples quivered
around his invading finger. Josh almost lost his own self-control at that.
“Josh.”
She was going to cry out. Josh sensed it and as much as
he yearned to hear the sweet sound of her release, he knew he had to protect
her privacy. The parlour was directly under the Colonel's bedroom.
Josh captured Maggie's mouth with his own, swallowing
the soft, joyous sounds. He held her while she convulsed beneath him and took
as much pleasure in the release as Maggie herself did. It was an odd sensation
to be so enthralled by a woman's passion that he could forgo his own without
resentment. All Josh wanted in that moment was for Maggie to be happy and to
know that he was the one who had made her so.
Maggie eventually collapsed into a soft, warm heap
beneath Josh and for a long time he was content to just lie there on top of
her, savouring the scent and reel of her. The minutes slipped past.
Maggie shifted slightly at last. “Josh?” she whispered.
“Mmm?”
“Josh, that was… quite wonderful.”
He grinned to himself in the darkness. “Yeah, it was.
Never seen anything like it.”
She laughed softly. “You're teasing me.”
“No, I'm deadly serious-It was wonderful.” He finally
raised his head and kissed the tip of her nose.
“Oh, dear. I didn't
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