As he was kissing her, he took her hand and placed it on the front of his breeches. He rubbed it over him, and her eyes widened at how thick and hard he was. She was not a total innocent - she knew what happened between a man and a woman in the marriage bed- but he was so large. Would that part of him really fit inside her as it was supposed to?
"Men also love to have a woman's hand on their shaft," he said, when he'd broken off kissing her. He wrapped her fingers around it and encouraged her to squeeze him. "If a man ever gets you alone on a dark balcony, you can be sure he will have your hands in his breeches as soon as he can manage it."
She'd never touched a man's private parts before, even through fabric like this, and was consumed by curiosity. Without further encouragement from him, she explored every lump and bump in his breeches.
Her fingers found his buttons and she undid them, wanting to feel his skin under her hands. She knew she was being wicked, but no one was here to see. No one need ever know.
His cock sprang free as soon as she had freed a path for it, standing out stiffly from its nest of hair. She gasped. It was even bigger than it had seemed through his breeches, and its head was thick and purple.
He took her hands and placed them on his bare cock, showing her just how to stroke him up and down. "This is what a man would do with you if he took you out on to a balcony in the dark. He would want to feel every part of you, and to have you touch him in return."
She reached down to cup his balls in her hand and was rewarded with a groan. "I should be on my guard against men who would have me touch them like this."
The look on his face was pained, as if her touch hurt him, but when she went to remove her hands, he held them there with his own. "Indeed you should be. They mean you no good."
"But if I were to let a man touch my breasts, and if I were to touch him back like this in return, what would he do next?"
The sweet, hopeful look on her face as she stroked his cock undid him. He was going to fuck her now and marry her tomorrow, her father be damned. "If you touch a man like that," he warned her, "he will assume you have given him permission to take the ultimate liberty. He will want to make love to you, and he will believe you want to make love to him in return."
Her hands stilled. "He would?"
"You must be very careful you do not allow a rogue to take such liberties. If he gets this far with you, he won't take kindly to being told no." He shuffled her over to the back of the couch, bent her over it so that her bottom was sticking up into the air and flipped her skirts up over her waist. With gentle hands, he pushed her legs apart and stroked her between them. "He will assume you want his cock in between your legs," he said, as he guided his shaft to the entrance of her tight passage and rubbed it over her wet lips. "And he will push his cock inside you," he said, thrusting slowly inside her, "until he has broken your maidenhead."
She wriggled against him, and suddenly he had broken through her maidenhead and was thrusting himself inside her as deep as he could go. He luxuriated in the feeling of being inside her, the heat and wetness of her, the eager way she strained against him, seeking to pull him deeper, the way her buttocks rose and pushed against him.
Yes, this was where he belonged, now and forever. She was his. No one else would ever touch her now that he had laid his claim. He would not allow anyone else to come near her.
"Nigel." Her voice was a soft breath and she moved against him as if she couldn't get enough of him.
"Susanna," he whispered back, as he drew back a little before thrusting deep into her once more. "See how much care you must take with gentlemen during a ball. You would not want just any man to take you like this. To fill you with his cock until you can't take any more, until you are begging him to make you come."
His only answer was a little moan and an arching of her back so he could fill her even deeper. But he wasn't going to let her off the hook so easily. "You wouldn't take any other man in my place, would you? You wouldn't let any other man have his way with you."
Silence from her, broken only by a few breathy moans.
He stopped pushing into her, demanding an answer before he fed her hunger. "You wouldn't want any other man in my place, would you?"
She shook her head vigorously to dispel the very thought of it. "No. Only you, Nigel."
That still wasn't enough for him. "You won't go out on to a balcony with any other man but me, will you." His hands clenched into fists at the idea that any other man would touch her as he had.
"No, Nigel. Only with you."
His fists unclenched a little. "You won't let any other man kiss you."
"No."
"Or touch you."
"Never."
"Only me. I am the only one that you will allow to kiss you. To touch you. I am the only one that you want."
"It has only ever been you that I want, Nigel. It has always been you."
He wanted to shout his triumph to the skies. Susanna was his. She loved him. "And you want me now."
"Yes. Oh yes, I want you now, Nigel. Please."
Her plea undid him. He needed her so badly, and it was Heaven to know that she wanted him just as badly in return. He took hold of her hips and anchored himself so he could thrust into her, slowly and deeply, feeding her passion and his own until they were both at fever pitch. "Does this feel good, Susanna?" he muttered, as he held back his orgasm with an iron will. "Do I make you feel good?"
His only answer was a scream that burst out from her lungs as her passage contracted around him. "Nigel," she cried, as the pulsings of pleasure overwhelmed her.
He could not speak in reply. His breath caught in his throat as he was tipped over the edge into paradise. With the force of a team of runaway horses, he shot his seed into her, filling her with his essence, laying claim to her in a way that no other man could ever match. He was her first lover, the first man who had ever breached her defenses and found the glorious treasure inside. No one could ever take that away from him.
Susanna wiggled her bottom against Nigel, milking the last drops of pleasure from their joining. Heavens, if that was what happened on dark balconies during balls, it was no wonder that all her friends were mad about them. She had never felt so…so satisfied in all her life before. "Does this mean I am no longer a virgin?"
Nigel pulled back from her, sliding his dripping parts out of her and tucking them back into his breeches. "I'm afraid so, my love."
She wanted to shout out her happiness to all the world, but that would never do. Her mama would consider her quite disgraced, and her papa would probably take a switch to her. "Oh dear. How shocking."
He brushed her skirts down over her bare bottom. "We need to tidy you up again or Favers will know for sure what we have been doing."
She didn't care if the whole world knew he had taken her virginity. Reluctantly, she accepted her pantaloons from him and retied them under her skirts, and adjusted her bodice. "I suppose."
"You will have to marry me now, you know. There is no help for it."
She shrugged to hide the huge bubble of joy she felt growing inside her . "I always intended to marry you."
He grinned. "I might have known. You tempted me on purpose, then."
The look she gave him was haughty enough to do a duchess proud. "I wasn't aware you needed tempting. You seemed to do very well on your own."
Just then there was a scratching on the door and Miss Favers came back in. "Are you ready for some more music?" she asked in her brown mouse voice.
For the first time in her life, Susanna could feel her feet itching to dance. "A waltz, I think, Miss Favers," she commanded coolly.
Miss Favers' eyes grew wide. "A waltz? But isn't that terribly scandalous?"
"Do as Miss Marriott bids you," Nigel broke in.
He took her into his arms as the strains of a waltz rather hesitantly played filled the room.
Susanna matched her steps to his, following him with a single misstep.
"Your dancing has greatl
y improved, my love," he whispered into her ear, as he held her tightly against his body. "You must have been practicing with someone who knows what to do."
She wriggled her body against his. Her nipples were hard and sensitive to the touch, and his parts were already stiffening once again. How much longer would it be, she wondered, before Miss Favers could be sent out for another break? "It is all due to my dancing master," she responded with a secret smile. "He has taught me everything I know. And I look forward to learning everything else he has to teach me."
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