“Favorite food, aside from chocolate.” He almost laughed at her expression. She was expecting something else. She opened her mouth to speak and then scowled.
“I’m not sure I should say. What if you decide to tease me with it tomorrow?” She grumbled as he let the sweet hover closer to his lips. She sat up and started to protest before he laughed.
“Clever girl. I should point out that you were the one that started this when you threatened to withhold yourself unless I earned my treat by eating my meals.” He voice became low as desire washed through him. Giselle pursed her lips.
“Pasties.” She declared as she snatched the chocolate from his grasp and bit into it. Her eyes rolled back and she groaned. Alastair's body responded. His cock was beyond hard as her tongue slid across her lips. He shook his head and returned to her answer.
“Pasties?” He asked dubiously. She nodded enthusiastically. “Seriously?” He was thoroughly surprised.
“They are the perfect food. You have all you need in one neat little package and you can eat them whenever it's convenient.” She replied as she stared at the tray. Alastair laughed. Of course, she would pick something functional and portable. Unfortunately, he did not want them in his bedroom. “Your next question?”
“Your eyes. Aldous had brown eyes. Was it your mother that had them?” Her head tilted in surprise, possibly that he recalled her father’s eyes. She smiled and nodded.
“Maman and grand-mére.” Giselle held her hand out expectantly. Alastair set another chocolate on her palm and watched as she set it on her tongue.
“Poor Aldous, he couldn't help but fall in love.” He mused to himself and Giselle blinked as she considered his statement. He hadn't meant to say it aloud. She shook her head softly as she pushed the thought away. Like him, she avoided emotions. Alastair wasn't comforted by the similarity. He decided it was time to start asking questions he wanted answered most. “Why do you fight off your release when I pleasure you?” His voice sounded too deep. Giselle became still and her expression clouded as she tried to form her answer.
“I suppose it's because it's slightly frightening. It's not at all like I was expecting it to be, I was quite surprised yesterday. I can't control myself and toward the end I feel like I might faint.” Giselle said softly. Alastair nodded as he considered. It was the most telling statement she'd made so far.
“You're meant to lose control.” He whispered. His head jerked as he recalled the first half of her answer. “Why were you surprised yesterday?” He asked. She smiled and held out her hand.
“That's another question.” She stated. Alastair snatched a piece from the tray and dropped it in hand, he was no longer interested in the chocolate and was impatient as he watched her chew and swallow. “I'd never experienced that before you, before yesterday.” Giselle became shy and studied the blanket as she blushed. Alastair was speechless. What sort of man could have a woman like her in his hands and not want to pleasure her? Seeing her climax was one of the most arousing sights he had ever experienced. He shook his head.
“Your past partners must have been clods.” He decided. He couldn't help the smile that pulled at his lips, he enjoyed the idea that he didn't have any competition. Giselle laughed.
“Past partners!” She giggled. “I'm a lot of things but I'm not a whore, Alastair!” She looked at him accusingly and he knew his mouth was hanging open. When he closed it, he swallowed then tried to speak.
“But you've… that is to say, you're not a…?” Alastair didn't care that he was spluttering, he was sure that he had misunderstood her. Giselle smiled mischievously.
“I’m certain that's a question.” She teased. He nodded stupidly as he passed her another piece. “Of course, I'm a virgin, silly man.” She shook her head as she popped the chocolate between her lips. Alastair felt as if the wind had been knocked out of him and was grateful to be sitting down. When his eyes started to feel dry from staring he hauled in a breath and blinked.
“How? I mean, how is it possible that you… You've said things! And you definitely act as if you have.” He felt lightheaded. “You killed a man with your breasts!” He accused. Giselle laughed, no doubt enjoying his complete bewilderment. He wanted to shake her. When she finally stopped she gestured toward the tray. Alastair pushed the whole thing at her in exasperation before he fell back on the bed. He scrubbed his face with his hands and groaned. He should have been relieved or flattered but he felt more panicked than anything. Seducing a virgin, even if he had every intention of marrying her, was a direct violation of his morals. Deflowering virgins was something he'd never been curious about and had been happy to avoid his entire adult life.
“Alastair?” Giselle whispered. He turned his face toward her and opened one eye. Alastair was suddenly too aware of how thin the silk of her gown was and the way her hair trembled with every breath she took and that she smelled like paradise. If paradise had full, soft breasts, pouting pink lips and sleek, delicious thighs. It must. He decided. He cursed and covered his eyes with his arm.
“Please, just explain.” He begged.
“I've seen a lot of sex and even you would be shocked at the things that have been said to me. The French court isn't a place for the meek and mild. I learned quickly that it was much safer if men didn't think I was a virgin. If they did, they would pursue me just to take that from me. And that was the only thing I refused to sacrifice.” Giselle paused and Alastair heard her chew and swallow. “Men can be stupid, simple creatures. I could lure a man with a few naughty words or disarm them by baring my breasts. I'm good at making a man think that he's about to make love to me up until the point that I kill him or render him unconscious.” She sighed and Alastair looked over to find her staring longingly at the last piece of chocolate just before she slipped it between her lips.
“I can’t believe you would put yourself in such danger! Do you realize how lucky you were that none of the men you seduced weren't able to overpower you?” He rose up on his elbow and stared at her. Alastair's cock throbbed angrily as she smiled deviously.
“That’s exactly why I did it! No one thinks to overpower someone if they don't believe they need to. People are very accommodating when they think they're getting what they want.” Giselle waited for him to argue. He found he couldn't. It all made sense in a very uncomfortable way. He frowned.
“Very well, I understand how you came to be the most experienced and unlikely virgin alive. Why now, with me?” Alastair tried to appear calm while his heart started to pound wildly as he waited for her answer. Her grin became wicked and she scooted closer.
“Oh, but you're out of chocolate!” Giselle pushed the tray from between them until it slid off the bed and clattered to the floor. Alastair’s eyes flicked to hers and he tried to swallow. “This game just became interesting.” She placed her hand on the bed between them and lowered her lips to his. “What will you give me? We both know you won't be able to stand it, you have to know.” Her words were soft and hot against his lips. He licked them and tried to breath.
“What do you want?” His voice was barely there as he watched her reach for the buttons of his shirt. His eyes flared and he felt his skin prickle.
“Give me your shirt.” Giselle's voice was low and her eyes were heavy as she stared at him. Alastair felt his heart pounding in his ears. He was certain that it was a bad idea but he needed to hear her answer. He sat up and quickly dealt with the remaining buttons before he pulled his shirt off. She bit her lips as she rose on her knees and gently placed her hands on his shoulders. Giselle sighed in delight as she slowly swept them down his chest. Alastair clenched his teeth and held his breath as light flooded his vision and his ears rang. Her lips against his welcomed him back. “Are you alright?” Her voice was gentle, concerned. He nodded.
“Why do you want to give yourself to me?” His voice broke as need and uncertainty overwhelmed him. How could this mad, irresistible little creature be so sure she wanted him? Giselle’s gaze was stubborn and hungry
when she looked up at him as she leaned close and pressed her lips to his chest. Alastair hissed as he reached for the bed post. “Please!” He gasped.
“I think I'm winning this game!” She sang as her fingertips traced the ridges of his stomach lightly. He ground his teeth and cursed.
“Why?” He growled as he fisted a hand in her hair and he pulled until her eyes met his. She licked her lips and gasped in delight. Alastair snatched his hand back as if she'd burned him. She will kill me. He thought.
“The other night, at Burton Place, when we first met and you were holding me… I've never wanted a man before but I needed you. Yesterday, I thought you were flirting with a maid and I wanted to rip my hair out and break everything. Sometimes, I look at you and I feel like I'm going to die if you don't touch me.” Giselle's eyes were so big as she stared up at him, Alastair felt like he was drowning. “You have this power over me and I can't resist it, I don’t want to.” She slid her hands into his hair and pulled him down to her. Alastair groaned as he took her lips. They parted as his tongue slid into her mouth and began tangling with hers. He angled his head and kissed her urgently as he filled his hands with her nightgown. He tugged and he felt the straps tear. Giselle's eyes widened and she squealed against his mouth. Alastair was beyond caring, he ran his hand up the seam along her ribs until he reached her bodice and pulled swiftly. He heard it tear and growled as he pulled his lips from hers. He grabbed each half of the ripped seam and separated it until her gown gaped along her side. He wound his hand in the sheer fabric and whisked it away from her leaving her naked, on her knees before him.
Giselle stared at him in shock. Alastair smiled wolfishly and reached for her waist. She gasped as he lifted her and threw her back onto the pillows. She giggled as she rose up on her elbows. He felt his mouth water as he stared at the curls between her thighs. He looked up and saw that her pupils we dilated and her chest was rising and falling rapidly. She knew what he wanted and was aroused.
Alastair wrapped his hand around her ankle and pressed his lips to the delicate skin. He licked inside of her calf until he reached her knee. He bit the inside of it and she twisted away, laughing. She was ticklish. He would keep that in mind. He gripped her thighs and held her still as he pressed open mouthed kisses and licked his way toward her center. Alastair spread her wider and was about to bury his face in her glistening flesh when she pulled his hair, stopping him. He looked up to find Giselle staring down at him intently.
“I get to have a turn after you're done.” She dared him to argue. Alastair knew that he would go no further unless he agreed. He tried to clear his mind and think rationally by taking a deep breath but the scent of her body and her arousal pulled him under. His brain stopped working.
“I-I-I… I think that…” He stuttered and Giselle cut him off.
“You’re not the only one that wants to learn, Alastair. If you're going to make me wait, you should let me appease my curiosity.” She waited as his eyes flicked back and forth between hers and her slick, pouting folds. He struggled to think. Why can't I take her now? He asked himself. He pushed up on his arms and looked around. The mirror drew his eyes and he focused. Giselle was reclined on his bed and he was positioned between her thighs. The reality of the scene crashed upon him. Alastair wanted this to be forever. He turned and looked at her directly. She had never given herself to a man. No man had given her pleasure or come between her thighs. He had to be the only one. He needed her. “Alastair?” Her brow was raised. She wanted an answer.
“Fine.” He smiled grimly. “But you touch me only with your hands.” He prayed she didn't argue for more, it was going to be hell with just her hands. She pursed her lips and her eyes narrowed.
“Agreed.” Giselle announced and gestured for him to continue. Alastair needed no further encouragement. He lowered himself and dove upon her as he pulled her thighs over his shoulders. She shrieked and gripped the blankets as his tongue lapped at her wildly. He fell upon her like a dying man seeking a lifesaving elixir from within her molten depths. Alastair traced and suckled her delicate folds and teased the tender bud of flesh inside of them with his tongue as his fingers probed within her. Once they were slick with her juices he licked them clean before he entered her with his tongue. He thrust within her, seeking and starving, unable to quench his thirst for her as his thumb stroked her lazily. Giselle thrashed and moaned above him, sobbing his name and clutching at his head.
As he sensed her body tightening, Alastair lifted his head and was stunned by the raw lust that roared through him at the sight of Giselle writhing and panting mindlessly. Her back was arched and her breasts rose and fell rapidly. Her hair was an inky black riot about her face and shoulders and her lips were swollen and parted as she chanted his name breathlessly. Alastair pressed his palm to her chest and let it slide between her breasts and down her stomach, she was hot and slick with perspiration.
“Relax. Just let it happen this time, my love.” He whispered as he returned to the luscious flesh between her trembling thighs. Her hot nectar bathed his tongue as he dipped into her tight core and he tilted her hips so he could drink deeper. Alastair used two fingers to open her wider, so he could lap at the center of her. Giselle pulled a pillow over her face and screamed his name. He shut his eyes as need clawed within him, urging him to release his erection and join with her. He withdrew his tongue and slid two fingers into her. She was so hot and so, so tight, the idea of breaching her and the pain he might cause momentarily calmed the raging within him. He set his lips to the knot of flesh and suckled as he pressed deeper within her. Giselle pushed the pillow away and her breaths became “Oh!”s that got louder and longer as she pulled at her hair. “That's it, my love. Let it take you.” He murmured against her. Alastair flicked his tongue rapidly against her and stretched his fingers as wide as he could. Giselle's shoulders lifted off the bed and she froze, her eyes wide and her mouth in a silent scream. She was suspended for a moment before her eyes rolled back as her body began to shake and she crashed back upon the mattress. Alastair pulled his fingers from her and suckled at her entrance as her release flowed from her.
He lapped at her lazily until Giselle was floating and boneless, humming softly and drowsily sighing. He lifted away from her and sat back on his heels. Her arms were draped over her head, her eyes were closed and a gentle smile curved her lips. Alastair's cock strained against his trousers as his eyes wandered down her body, watching her breasts rise and fall slowly for a moment before they rolled over the gentle slope of her stomach and her dark curls. Her thighs were spread, revealing her womanhood, still wet from his mouth.
Alastair remembered their agreement but he considered carefully sliding from the bed and letting her drift off to sleep. As if she heard his thoughts, Giselle's eyes snapped open and found his. He knew he'd have no reprieve when she sat up and rose to her knees. The violet of her eyes became dark as she licked her lips and smiled. For a moment, the urge to flee almost overwhelmed the lust that flared within Alastair. She placed her hands on the bed and crawled toward him. He stifled a curse and clenched his jaw. There wasn't a courtesan alive that moved like that, let alone a virgin.
“Just your hands.” He meant it as a firm reminder but it came out as a hoarse plea. She rose and scooted forward on her knees as she rested her hands on his shoulders. Alastair tried breathing deeply to keep his body from overreacting as she pressed closer. Giselle stopped just before her breasts touched his chest, the heat of her body washed over him and he swallowed against the tightness in his throat.
Unable to resist, Alastair filled his hands with the silken globes of her bottom and let them slide up to the middle of her back. He shut his eyes tight and pulled her hard against him. Her startle gasp was drowned out by the bright heat that flashed within him, his hearing became muffled and he lost feeling in his limbs. Giselle's lips pulled him back and the discomfort was quickly replaced by warmth. Alastair opened his eyes and looked down. Her breasts were crushed against his chest and th
e space between them was gone as her stomach and thighs pressed against his. He breathed and her scent flooded him. He looked at her lips and then her eyes. They were so close and filled with concern.
“Are you alright?” She whispered and her breath tickled his lips. Alastair angled his head and his mouth crashed against hers as he held her tighter. The feel of her skin sliding against his tingled and he started to feel hotter and more urgent. He had never felt someone so close, he had never been touched so much at one time. Giselle felt so soft against him and he shivered in delight as her hair brushed against his shoulder. He lifted his head and smiled down at her.
“It's good.” He nodded. “Really, really good.” His voice was still strained. She smiled as she slid an arm around his neck and leaned back. Alastair felt the loss of her warmth and started to complain when he felt her hand slide down the front of his trousers. His body tightened when she started flicking the buttons free. He felt his pants loosen and he tensed. It was always overwhelming, the first few moments he felt someone else's hands on him. He held his breath and she stilled and looked up at him. “Just start slowly. Give me a few minutes to adjust.” He whispered.
Giselle nodded and carefully parted the front of his trousers. He felt her hand press gently and then close around him. Once he was free she looked down. Her eyes widened before she looked up at him.
“That is not going to fit!” She hissed. Alastair tried to smile as her hand tightened around him. He cleared his throat.
“I don't think I'll be able to prevent it from hurting in the beginning but I'm confident it will fit. Eventually.” His voice was tight and he was starting to feel lightheaded due to his inability to breathe. Giselle pulled her hand along his length and he saw stars. Alastair filled his lungs as she stroked downwards. He made the mistake of looking. Her fine, pale hand worked up and down, not quite reaching all the way around his girth. The more he breathed, the more he could feel her hand upon him. She looked up at him, unsure. “Don't stop. Please, don't stop.” Alastair urged. He wrapped his hand around hers, showing her how much pressure he wanted and the rhythm he needed.
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