I tasted him then. He had a taste! He was resting on my tongue, heavy and hard when I withdrew and licked him experimentally. Slightly salty and something else. Something that I really liked. Like the water from the creek after it had rained. I licked him again. Gently and with total dedication. Like a dog.
‘Oh fuck. That’s it. That’s good,’ he groaned.
That encouraged and emboldened me. I could do this. My lips closed on the shaft and my tongue slid around and explored the shape of the swollen head. His hand curved around the back of my head. Clawing into my hair, he guided my face forward and forced my mouth to take more of him.
‘Fuck, Tawny,’ he groaned. ‘I always knew you’d feel amazing.’
His hips moved forwards and back as his cock slid gently in and out of my mouth and I sucked him with deep, drawing pulls. Then he pulled out of my mouth with a wet slapping sound.
‘What’s the matter?’ I whispered, surprised. I wanted to satisfy him, to feel him climax, to return the pleasure he had given me.
‘Absolutely nothing,’ he said softly and, bending down to the floor, picked up a foil packet.
‘Oh,’ I said. It was strange, exciting and a little frightening. I shivered at the thought of something that long and thick and solid was going to go into my body.
He fitted the rubber on himself, pushed me back down on the bed, and opened my legs wide.
‘Keep your knees up,’ he instructed, and positioned himself between my legs. I loved our bodies being entwined and joined, his chest crushing down on my breasts, his hard naked body pressing down on mine, and those strong powerful thighs spreading me wide open. Even more, I think, I loved the anticipation.
My fingers gripped his gorgeous arm muscles. I could feel them flex when he raised himself slightly and, pointing the enormous head of his cock over the entrance into my body, pushed in.
I inhaled sharply, my eyes widening with surprise.
Good God. He was only partially inside me, but it felt like a thick, deep intrusion. Painful and not pleasurable at all. My thighs were spread wide, but my body was distressed. How would all of him fit? Suddenly, I felt tiny and helpless under his big powerful body.
I must have whimpered because he paused.
Dipping his head down, he murmured, ‘It’s OK, Tawny. Just relax. It won’t hurt in a while.’
He looked down at me almost hypnotically, while his hands stroked my body, soothing and calming me. Then his tongue entered my mouth and my fear faded almost instantly. The kiss was hard, demanding and fiery and I became lost in it. I sensed my body supplicating to his, my legs spreading even further apart. His mouth was locked to mine, his tongue deep inside my mouth, I was vaguely aware of the turgid shaft slowly working deeper and deeper into me with each gentle thrust. Slowly but surely, he was travelling into the depths of my body.
I sucked his tongue blindly. Nothing else existed but us and what he was doing to my body. When he tried to pull away I moaned into his dominating mouth.
Lord Greystoke
Tawny’s body was like heaven. Wet, warm, tight, and so fucking responsive. I luxuriated in the way her slender thighs cradled me and I enjoyed her little groans and whimpers, the plaintiveness of them, the excitement on her face, the strained look of surprise and pain in her glazed eyes, and the way her hands grabbed handfuls of the bed sheets as I forced my cock into her.
It had taken every ounce of my willpower not to fuck her hard. Hell, I wanted nothing more, but I didn’t. Not this time. There would be other times for that. Many other times.
Stilled inside her tight, hot, slippery channel, I could feel the heat of her sex and the soft downy feel of her pubic hair against my shaft. My cock was pulsating and my balls were so heavy and full they were like ripe fruit ready to burst.
Hell, I couldn’t wait anymore, but the icing on the cake is when you can get her to come at the same time as you. I hadn’t gone all the way to the hilt, so I reached my hand between us and began to circle her slick clit with my finger.
Her eyes widened in surprise.
I felt her clench my shaft tightly as she arched herself beneath me, her feet kicking high towards the ceiling, her hands clutching my biceps as she climaxed at the same time I did.
CHAPTER 23
Tawny Maxwell
‘That’s going to be a very hard act to top,’ I breathed into his ear, as he lay on top of me, his cock still buried inside me.
He chuckled.
‘What?’ I asked.
‘Nothing.’
‘No, really, what’s so funny?’ I insisted.
‘That’s not an act. That’s the twenty-minute induction class,’ he said.
I giggled. ‘Really?’
‘Yes, really. Don’t forget you still have sex to Dolly Parton’s dulcet tones to look forward to.’ His voice was dry. Obviously he didn’t think sex to Dolly was going to be anything special.
I grinned. ‘That’s true. Shall I go put her on?’
He didn’t seem too impressed with my idea. ‘Ah, give me a few minutes. Aren’t you sore, anyway?’
‘Noooo, I love having you inside me,’ I said enthusiastically.
‘Good, because you are going to be having me inside you a lot, Missy,’ he promised.
I squeezed him experimentally. ‘If we’re going to have a break can we eat something? I’m hungry.’
He lifted his head and looked into my eyes. ‘Tawny. You’re a girl after my own heart.’
‘What do you want?’
‘Surprise me.’
‘OK. Get off me then,’ I said and deliberately clenched his shaft as tightly as I could.
He looked at me warningly. ‘Do you know what happens to little girls who go and pull the tails of tigers?’
‘What?’
‘They get fucked in the ass.’
‘Oh shit.’
‘Exactly,’ he said and, pulling out of me, rolled to his side.
I missed him inside me immediately. I realized that I loved the feeling of being so stretched and filled. I sat up and he stayed on his elbow watching me.
‘Don’t look at me,’ I said.
‘Why not?’
‘Because I’m not used to having anybody look at me naked.’
‘Get used to it, because I love seeing you naked.’
I jumped from the bed and ran out of the room to the sound of his laughter. Once out of his view I stopped and grinned to myself. Wow! Who’d have thought sex could be that great?
I never dreamed having a man inside me could feel that good.
I walked into the kitchen and gingerly touched myself. My sex was so hyper-sensitive it felt as if it was swollen to at least two times its normal size. The folds felt as if they were hanging between my legs. I bent down to look and they were actually hanging. I hadn’t bled, but that was probably because of all the horse riding and rough sports I’d done during my lifetime.
I quickly cut and put a few slices of cornbread on a plate and loaded that onto a tray with a jar of honey, a spoon, some savory cheese balls and a jar of pickled Okra that I’d ordered from a Southern food specialty website, and carried the tray to the bedroom.
My breath caught. Buck naked and totally unashamed of the fact, Ivan was lying propped up on some pillows. I almost couldn’t believe how beautiful he was. It was actually very distracting to be with such a hot man. His dusky-gold skin was gleaming in the dull yellow light.
‘That was quick,’ he said.
‘Err .. Greystoke, what’s with the giant erection?’ I asked softly.
‘Come over here and I’ll tell you all about it,’ he invited, patting the space on the mattress by his side.
I went to the bed, put the tray down on it, climbed up, and sat with my legs folded under me, and my knees together.
‘We’re about to eat. Why do you have a hard-on?’ I asked in a cheeky voice. The truth was I was trying to cover my embarrassment about being naked on a bed with a naked, fully erect man.
‘Wh
y do you think?’ he mocked.
‘It’s not some kind of medical condition, is it?’ I ventured solemnly.
‘I’m afraid so,’ he said gravely.
I put on my I’m-so-sorry-your-lottery-ticket-didn’t-win face. ‘Does the disease have a name?’
‘Hotfortawnyitis,’ he said, his eyes beginning to twinkle.
I hid a smile. ‘Oh,’ I said very slowly. ‘How awful. Is there any cure?’
He nodded. ‘Friction. Lots of skin on skin friction.’
I suppressed my laughter and played along. ‘Should we do something about it?’
He pretended to look pained. ‘The sooner the better.’
I glanced at the plate. ‘Don’t you want to eat?’
‘I do,’ he said softly, his splendid eyes gleaming like jewels in the shadows.
I wrinkled my nose. ‘If that’s a joke I don’t get it.’
‘I love to eat and fuck at the same time.’
‘What?’ I shook my head. ‘How?’
‘Sit on my poor sick dick and I’ll show you.’
‘No way. I won’t to be able to eat while you’re inside me.’
‘Of course you will,’ he said and, reaching for a condom, sheathed himself.
‘No, I won’t,’
‘Yes, you will.’
‘No.’
‘Yes. Now come and sit on my fucking dick,’ he ordered.
‘Well, if it’s really going to help,’ I murmured and started to crawl towards him. Strange fact: I was actually wet and wanting to impale myself on that glistening pillar of hard meat too. I straddled him, my knees on either side of his body.
‘Is your sweet pussy wet?’
I felt my vagina pulse with excitement. ‘You bet.’
He smiled. ‘This time you get to decide how far into you I go. Think you can take me to the hilt?’
‘Either that or I’ll die trying,’ I said with a grin.
I gripped the thick shaft in my fist and, positioning it under me, slowly lowered myself onto the blunt head.
He grabbed my hips and pushed me a few inches down his shaft. My mouth opened in a silent gasp of surprise.
‘The rest is up to you,’ he said quietly.
I exhaled the air slowly from my lungs and savored the sensation of his thick heat stretching me. A man inside a woman must be remembered in the DNA because it felt familiar, as if I’d had him inside me a thousand times before. I realized being stuffed full must be a primal pleasure.
‘Your pussy is so tight it feels like it’s sucking my cock in.’
Holding his eyes, I pushed myself down on him. A slow burning heat flowered at my core and rippled through my entire body as I went on that long, slow slide down that thick pillar of meat.
I imagined him as a beautiful stallion, big and powerful, sculptured with muscles, taking my weight and movement in his stride whilst I rode us both to the ultimate pleasure. My nerves felt raw and my skin tingled with his every touch.
Not taking his eyes off me, he reached for the tray and slid it along towards him.
‘What’s this?’ he asked, holding up the cornbread.
I stopped my downward movement. ‘Um … corn … bread.’
He took a bite and chewed. ‘It’s like a hug from God,’ he said appreciatively. He held the cornbread six inches away from his mouth. ‘Go on take a bite,’ he urged.
I leaned forward.
‘Mind my fingers,’ he cautioned.
I bit into it.
‘Bounce on my dick,’ he said.
Still chewing, I slid up and down his shaft. It was the strangest sensation. I swallowed it as quickly as I could.
He thrust upwards while I was on my way down. ‘What are the balls?’ he asked.
I was almost incoherent with the jolt of electric pleasure that went through my body. ‘Ahhh … what?’ I asked blankly.
He played with my clit. ‘The balls on the tray. What are they?’
‘Uh … cheese. Ohhhh … Ahhh … Cheese balls,’ I gasped.
Using his left hand, he popped a cheese ball into my mouth and watched me as I writhed under the ministrations of his right hand.
‘Very tasty. Did you make them?’
‘Yessssss,’ I hissed.
‘Here,’ he said and pushed another cheese ball between my parted lips. I rolled it in my mouth and tried to chew it while his hands circled my clit and manipulated it until I thought I was going to climax and choke to death or spew the food all over him. But he took his hand away and I quickly swallowed the food in my mouth. He needed both hands to unscrew the jar of pickled okra.
‘What on earth is this?’
‘Pickled okra,’ I said pausing in the act of jumping up and down on his shaft.
‘Don’t stop. Continue bouncing,’ he instructed.
He extracted a vegetable in his hand. ‘Are they supposed to go with the cheese balls?’
I nodded.
He smelt it, made a face, and brought it to my mouth instead. I quickly took a bite and, tasting nothing, swallowed it. He popped another cheese ball into his mouth. I stared at how unaffected he seemed to be when I could barely think with his hard cock so deep inside me.
‘Fuck my dick harder, Tawny,’ he said, casually dusting the crumbs off his hands.
I rode him faster until finally I could see that he was no longer in control. His eyes were becoming darker, his jaw was tight and his mouth was starting to become a snarl. He was very close to climax.
‘Lean forward and grind your clit on my groin,’ he commanded.
As soon as I leaned forward and tried to obey his order, his cock was suddenly too deep. ‘Oh, sweet Jesus,’ I panted.
‘An inch too far?’ he growled.
‘Make me,’ I cried. ‘Make me take all of you … every last inch. Push me down on you. All the way.’
He frowned. ‘That would hurt you.’
‘I want it,’ I whispered fiercely. ‘I want to take all of you. I want you to cram it all in. Every last inch.’
‘No.’
‘Other women have taken it all in.’
‘They didn’t have the tight cunt you have.’
I let him slip out of me and rubbed my wet cleft shamelessly along the length of his cock. ‘Please. Just this once. So I know what it feels like. If it gets too much I’ll scream and you can stop.’
He hesitated.
‘Just this once.’
In a flash he grabbed my hips, penetrated me, and pushed my body down until my sex was flush with his skin. My mouth was open in a silent scream. Gritting my teeth so I didn’t scream out, I leaned forward and ground myself on him until I came hard, gushing on his cock. He caught the bottom of my thighs and pumped hard into me until his cock swelled even more and he exploded inside me. I looked at him, panting and triumphant. I had taken all of him.
CHAPTER 24
Tawny Maxwell
Lying on my stomach, I licked the vinegar of a pickled okra while Ivan looked sideways at me. He had already dismissed this Southern delicacy as inedible. I nibbled the tip.
‘Hey, you know when we first started to, you know, do it, you left me and went to your room because you had something important to do.’ I turned my face towards him. ‘What was so important?’
He popped a cheese ball into his mouth. ‘I had to jerk off.’
‘What? You left me waiting on my hands and knees and went to jerk off?’ I spluttered in disbelief.
‘You obviously have no comprehension at all of the male body. I couldn’t have lasted a few seconds inside you the way I was. I wanted your first time to be a bit more memorable than a premature ejaculation experience.’
I looked at him startled. ‘Well, in that case … thank you?’
‘You’re welcome. So you and Robert didn’t have sex, huh?’ he asked casually. Too casually. He made a point of not even looking at me.
I felt my body contract. We were travelling into dangerous territory here. I felt the relaxed lazy atmosphere change. A s
tillness fell over us. I bit my lip.
‘Uh, no, he … um … couldn’t,’ I said.
I didn’t think I had sounded convincing, but to my surprise he grinned suddenly and said, ‘Don’t get me wrong. I’m not complaining. It was fun being the first one inside you.’
I looked at him long and hard. His mouth was smiling but his eyes were deliberately expressionless. His reaction was not at all what I expected, but it was much better for me if we dropped the subject.
‘By the way, my mother wants to meet you.’
I shot up. ‘What?’
‘Fraid so,’ he said.
I put the half eaten okra back on the plate. ‘When does she want to meet?’
‘Tomorrow. She’s invited you to tea at Foxgrove.’
‘But you said she wouldn’t be caught dead in England during winter.’
‘Ordinarily yes, but she wants to meet the woman her son’s chosen to be the next Lady Greystoke.’
‘But I don’t have anything suitable to wear,’ I wailed.
‘That’s why you’re going shopping tomorrow. Something for tea with my mother on Sunday and something for our wedding on Monday.’
I worried my lower lip with my teeth. ‘What time is she expecting us?’
‘Actually,’ he said, ‘it’s only you who’s invited.’
‘Oh no! She’s not going to give me the third degree, is she?’
‘Nah. My mother’s cool. She doesn’t suffer fools gladly so she’ll be right up your street.’
‘How should I address her?’ I asked nervously.
He grinned. ‘Call her Bobo.’
I scowled. ‘What?’
‘Bobo,’ he said slowly, as if I had said what because I had not heard him properly, and not because it was the most ridiculous thing you could call someone’s mother.
‘I can’t call her that,’ I protested.
‘Why not? That’s what her inner-circle call her.’
‘To start with I’m not part of her inner circle and I’d feel really silly calling your mother Bobo.’
‘You can’t call her by her official title either,’ he said reasonably.
‘You’re really serious. You want me to call your mother Bobo.’
He shrugged. ‘It sounds funny to you because you’re not used to it, but we all have nicknames. It’s what we aristocrats do. We give each other silly names that no one outside our circle would dare to use.’
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