Naughty Bits

by Lacy Danes

  ” That’s dishonest, isn’t it?” he asked.

  “An innocent deception. You want to encourage her.”

  “So, what should I do once she has me to herself?”

  “More body contact.” I rose from the couch. “Here, let me show you.”

  He stood, too, and stretched out his arms. I walked into his embrace and held myself against him, my head on his shoulder. I’d never had such a large man before. Size like that could intimidate, or it could feel like a shelter. He held me so gently—as if he feared I’d break—that my heart melted. Truly, I could have rested against his chest forever, except for one thing. The fire still burned inside me. I needed far more than such innocent contact could give.

  I looked up at him. “Kissing’s more intimate in this position.”

  “Yes.” He’d gone breathless again. No doubt the press of my body against his had aroused him as it had me. In fact, a definite hardness pressed against my belly. With a more experienced man, I would have pressed against his britches to stroke his cock through the fabric. Before he left today, I would feel the thickness of him between my fingers, and naked, too. For now, I’d find some patience.

  “If you’ve kissed the lady before and she’s come willingly into your embrace, you can do it now with more authority,” I said.

  He didn’t wait for more instruction but bent to take my mouth. Again, his kiss sent heat spiraling through me. Strong and yet soft, his lips moved over mine with just the right pressure. Not pushing or demanding, but drawing me to him. I clung to his shoulders as my knees grew weak. Since my marriage, I’d led a voluptuous life—first with Millford and then with other lovers. Nothing had ever made me hotter than the feel of this man’s lips on my own.

  I whimpered and opened my mouth under his, begging without words for more. More of his heat, his strength, his sweetness. He held me, his hands roaming my back. When they went lower to cup my buttocks, I pressed myself against him until my belly rubbed against the bulge of his cock.

  A roar rumbled through his chest, and he pushed me away. His strong hands gripped my arms though, holding me up. If not for that, I would have fallen.

  “Mercy, Lady Millford,” he said. “I’m only human.”

  “You wanted me to teach you how to fuck.” The disappointment, the hunger, the desperation rang in my voice. Normally I kept tight control of my emotions and only surrendered to my own orgasm. In another moment, this man would reduce me to begging.

  “I want to fuck you, too,” he said. “But we must go slowly, or I’ll spend in my britches.”

  Again, my heart soared. The fact that I could capture his body as completely as he’d captured mine promised pleasure beyond anything I’d known. Patience. I only needed patience.

  I nodded my understanding and rested my hands on his arms, leaning into his strength while I gathered what I could of my wits.

  Finally I was able to stand on my own, and I smiled at him. “All right. Slowly.”

  He rubbed his hands over his face for a moment and took deep, even breaths. Then he dropped his arms to his sides and straightened. “Will an innocent respond like that to a kiss?”

  Honestly, his questions about how another woman might feel about his touch were growing tiresome. Especially his emphasis on innocence. I’d never cared about that sort of judgment, but now, for some reason, it mattered.

  “An unpracticed girl won’t respond as well,” I said. A bit petty, perhaps, but true. If he thought a prissy young thing would be as passionate as I was, he’d be sorely disappointed. “But, if she seems agreeable, you can press on.”

  “How would I do that?”

  “Nibble at her earlobe. Press kisses along the length of her throat.”

  “If you don’t mind…” He swallowed. “Can we keep that for another day? I feel…well…overwhelmed.”

  As did I, but I had no intention of stopping here. “Touch her breast and see what she does.”

  His eyes widened and he stared at me. I’d confounded him. Good.

  “Through her clothing,” I said. “Pretend it’s an accident.”

  “Her breast.” His gaze fixed on my bosom. Slowly, his hand came up as if acting on its own. He watched its progress as it approached the swell of flesh under my bodice.

  When the backs of his fingers grazed my waiting nipple, I couldn’t hold back a little cry of pleasure. Again his gentleness threatened to undo me.

  “Soft,” he whispered. He moved his hand back and forth, teasing the nipple until it ached, and then cupped my breast. The flesh felt hot and heavy as he stroked it. I could have melted right then, and indeed, my pussy grew wet. How I burned for him.

  “What else should I do?” he asked. His voice was none too steady and his breathing had grown ragged.

  “Before she’s agreed to marry you, probably nothing more.”

  He dropped his hand. “Nothing?”

  “Anything more could ruin her.”

  His brows furrowed. “But, surely there are other things I could do without taking her virginity.”

  “But they’d ruin her, nevertheless.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  I sat on the couch again and gestured for him to join me. “If you awaken her lust but don’t marry her, she’d most likely search for satisfaction with another man who might not have your scruples.”

  “Now I really don’t understand.”

  “A woman’s sexual needs are every bit as strong as a man’s. Perhaps stronger,” I said.

  He looked clearly surprised at that. “Can that be possible?”

  “You must have pleasured yourself, haven’t you?” I asked.

  His cheeks grew bright red. “Every man has.”

  “Then you know you can spend without penetration.”

  He didn’t even try to answer that but only nodded.

  “For every climax a man has, a woman can have two or more.”

  “The tension, the inevitability and then the explosion?” he said. “More than once?”

  “You could make a woman spend without taking her virginity.”

  “I’d like to see that,” he said.

  “I could show you right now.”

  He smiled, but his cheeks turned a flaming red. “Lady Millford!”

  “Lily.”

  “Lily, I…” His voice trailed off. “You want me to watch your orgasm?”

  “I want you to give me one.”

  “Now? Today?”

  “Your kisses have aroused me beyond what I can endure. I imagine you feel the same,” I said.

  He took my hand and brought it to his lips. “You have no idea.”

  To the contrary, I had a very good idea. Both of us needed more. If he left now, he’d no doubt take his sex in hand and finish matters. I know I would. How much sweeter to do it for each other.

  “A gentleman wouldn’t leave me in such misery,” I said.

  “I would never hurt you, dear Lily.”

  “Then touch me. Reach beneath my skirts and share heaven with me.”

  I leaned back against the cushions and brought one foot up to rest on the sofa. With my legs parted in invitation, he could have no doubt what I wanted. Immediately, he reached to my ankle and moved his hand upward to where the garter held my stocking. From there, his fingers traveled over the naked skin of my inner thigh, headed toward my aching cunny. I sighed, closed my eyes, and waited for the touch I’d craved since awaking that morning.

  “When you find my lips, you will have reached your goal,” I whispered, scarcely able to talk because of the anticipation.

  “Ah, yes.” He touched my sex, stroking the swollen flesh. “Lovely.”

  A jolt of pleasure raced through me and my back arched, pressing my flesh harder against his hand.

  “Did I hurt you?” he asked.

  “Don’t stop!” I cried. “Whatever you do, don’t stop!”

  “It’s very wet. My fingers are covered with moisture.”

  “My cunny’s readying i
tself for your cock.” As much as I’d love to tear off his clothes and mount him, I’d save that for another day. No need to rush, especially when today’s pleasure had grown so intense.

  “This is where you’ll take my rod.” He slid a finger inside my depths. “It’s so hot.”

  “Dear heaven,” I gasped. “Don’t stop.”

  He slid another finger inside me and pumped until all reason fled and I was utterly at his mercy.

  “Hot, sweet and wet,” he murmured, his own voice strained.

  “Where the lips meet…above…” I had to fight to form words. “There’s a nubbin. Hard. Rub that.”

  His thumb flicked over my pearl. “Here it is.”

  “Yes. Yes. Oh, yes…”

  His fingers still probing my cunny, he kept stroking my clitoris with his thumb. All the lust I’d endured during the day, all the passion of his kisses, the burning of my pussy—all of it built to impossible heights. I hovered on the edge of bliss for a long moment, and then the storm burst over me. Unable to endure further, my sex clenched and then erupted into spasms as I spent with a force that stole my consciousness.

  After it finished, I lay back, boneless with pleasure as my sex continued to flutter around his fingers.

  “My dearest Lily.” He removed his hand from under my clothing and leaned to press a kiss to my lips. “What an honor. I’ll never forget this moment.”

  I held him to me as I drifted back to reality. “You did that very well.”

  “I had no idea such a thing was possible.”

  “There’s much more possible than that. In a moment, I’ll show you.”

  We sat that way for a bit while I returned to full reality. Finally I couldn’t wait to continue our explorations. He’d touched me in the most intimate places and reduced me to pure lust. I’d do the same to him—and delight in making him the slave of his own passion.

  I raised his face and looked into his eyes. “Now, dear Arthur, don’t be shy. I must see your cock. I must feel its weight in my hand and pet its length.”

  Instead of a blush, he gave me a smile as warm as sunshine. Still innocent, but lusty and open to whatever I’d planned. I’d planned a great deal, and now I’d drive him to the same ecstasy he’d given me.

  He straightened and opened his riding jacket. Finally I had a view of the outline of his rod where it pressed against the tight fabric of his britches. He hadn’t exaggerated its size. A broad ridge extended from the space between his thighs to the waist of his pants. I pressed a palm to it and marveled at how thick and hard it was.

  He closed his eyes in bliss and pressed his pelvis against my hand. “Take care. You’ll make me wild.”

  “My intent exactly.” I unbuttoned his britches, my fingers fumbling in my haste. I would have this treasure in my hands. I would stroke and caress it until I could watch it let loose his seed. Only I needed to work quickly, as he’d spend soon.

  When I finally had the fastenings open, his cock nearly sprang free, it was so eager to be petted. I’d seen a few pricks in my day, and this one put the term to shame. The thorn of a rose could prick, as could a needle or knife. This resembled a mast, so thick at the base I couldn’t close my fingers around it. The tip was a wonder—as large and purple as a ripe fig. My poor lover had pushed himself to the breaking point while bringing me pleasure. He’d put off his own completion to satisfy me. Now I’d take care to give him the reward he deserved.

  I stroked the length of him, all along the shaft to the balls beneath. Then I bent to kiss the head and lick the ridge that circled it.

  He jumped and his eyes flew open. “What are you doing?”

  “He’s such a fine, lusty fellow. Let me love him. Let me suck him deep into my mouth.”

  “You’d want to do that?” he asked.

  “Can you doubt it?”

  “Other men have told me no lady wants to take a man’s member between her lips.”

  “Then I’m no lady,” I said. “Because I want to savor every inch of you.”

  If only that were possible. Nothing this large would fit into my mouth. But I’d take as much as I could and stroke the rest. With some effort, I could massage his sac at the same time. I bent to my work—sucking at the head of his marvelous tool while my fingers were busy with the rest of him.

  He took a shuddering breath. “Oh, Lily. By God, I never imagined. Ah, my love.”

  He seemed to swell even further, and I strained to take more and more of him. Oh so gently, I slid my teeth along the underside of his shaft. In response, his pelvis moved, imitating the thrusts of a man about to spend. Indeed, a slight tang of salt told me he’d released that first droplet that preceded the rush of his lust. He wouldn’t last much longer.

  No longer speaking in words, his sounds told me of his mounting arousal. Murmurs and soft grunts—the song of the male in full rut. I didn’t slow, but worked him for every second of madness I could give him. Truly, a cock had never been more thoroughly loved.

  Finally, he snapped. “Stop!” he shouted. “Oh, now…I can’t…Stop!”

  I removed my mouth from his rod and stroked him hard and fast. He roared as his body went rigid. Semen shot out the tip of his cock in hot waves. It sprayed on him and on my hand. So hot and sweet.

  I kept up the pressure until he’d finished and then gently released him to float on the same cloud of bliss I’d just occupied. Disturbing him as little as possible, I reached into my bodice to find my handkerchief and then blotted up his love juices. It seemed as if they’d gone everywhere.

  After a moment, he sighed and slipped his fingers into my hair. “You’ve undone me. I’ll never be the same again.”

  “Any lusty woman would do the same for you.”

  “No, Lily. Only you.”

  My heart shouldn’t have warmed at that. A man would say anything for fellatio. He’d just had his first taste and was understandably moved. He’d come to me for an education, no more. I’d enjoy the considerable pleasures of his body, and he’d go away again. The two of us would make some young girl happy in their marriage. A boon for all around, and yet…if I had foolish notions about men and love…

  He sat up and pulled me to him, taking my lips in a kiss so sweet it brought tears to my eyes. He was such a mixture of innocence, passion and tenderness, only someone heartless could fail to respond. I’d best rein in my own heart before it came to hope for more than it could have.

  I straightened and gathered my skirts around me. “That’s enough for today, I think.”

  He tucked his limp but still impressive cock into his britches and did up the buttons. “May I come again tomorrow?”

  “Oh, yes. Please do.”

  CHAPTER TWO

  THE NEXT DAY, I SENT WOODSON INTO TOWN ON AN errand that would put him right in the path of the butcher’s widow—a lady he admired for her generous disposition and even more generous bosom. If I had to rid myself of him so that I might enjoy an afternoon in my lover’s arms, he might as well enjoy himself, too. I told my maid that I had a wicked headache and would snap at anyone who showed her face, so she disappeared as well. In this way, I was able to pace the length of the drawing room in nothing more than a shift and dressing gown in complete privacy. I left the door open so that I could hear a knock at the front.

  Heaven help me if anyone else were to drop by, but then, everyone for miles around knew my reputation. If they found me déshabillé, they had only themselves to blame.

  My darling boy was punctual, and his knock came at exactly the same time it had at our last meeting. I greeted him at the front door, put my finger against my lips to command his silence, and then took him by the hand to my bedroom. The moment I’d locked the rest of the world out, he took me in his arms and gave me a kiss that set my senses reeling. After several moments of breathless sparring of our lips and tongues, he broke off and rested his forehead against mine.

  “I can’t believe I’ll finally have you,” he said. “We will fuck today, won’t we?”


  “I swear, I’ll perish if we don’t.”

  He laughed and kissed the tip of my nose. “I wouldn’t want you to die on my account.”

  “Oh, but we will die. Both of us.”

  “I was awake half the night thinking of this. I had to use my hand to get some relief.”

  “I wish I could have done that for you,” I said.

  “When I remembered your mouth on my cock, it made me mad with lust.”

  “Today you’ll feel my cunny around it.”

  I could have taken him right then—I’d grown that wet and hot. But I’d agreed to teach him how to pleasure a virgin. The lesson would be long and slow, and we’d both approach the boiling point before I could have his huge tool inside me. What a glorious coupling that would be.

  “Now then, we’ll pretend that I’m your virgin bride,” I said. “You’ll have to work to win your reward.”

  “How should I start?”

  “Undress me, and as you go, praise my body. A woman glows when she believes she’s pretty.”

  He opened the top button of my dressing gown and slowly moved to the second. “You’re far more than pretty, my dearest Lily.”

  “Do you really think so?”

  He opened a few more buttons and stroked my skin. “It feels like rose petals. I must kiss it.”

  Playing my part, I pulled the dressing gown closed and pretended shyness.

  “You like my kisses, don’t you?” he asked.

  I bit my lip and nodded.

  “Then, let me kiss you everywhere. It won’t hurt, I promise.”

  He undressed me further, bent, and placed his lips in the hollow at the base of my throat.

  I’d had furious couplings—clothes flying, hands groping, bellies slamming together. I’d had the expert touches of my husband, as he’d taught me my own body’s responses. I’d never had anything like Arthur’s tenderness and reverence as he lowered his lips to the top of my shift. My breath caught and my skin grew extra sensitive. My breasts, especially, felt heavy and full. As if reading my need, he slipped a hand inside my dressing gown and cupped one peak through the fabric of my shift. The nipple hardened instantly, and I couldn’t hold back a gasp of surprise and pleasure.