Miss Foxworth's Fate

by Kelly, Sahara

He leaned close and ran his hand up her spine to her neck. “Abigail, I want to kiss you. I want to touch you. Will you let me?” The world seemed to stop for long moments before she turned her head and stared at him from green and mysterious eyes.

  “Yes.”

  His heart pounded and his cock jumped as he eased Abby down onto the blanket and slowly covered her mouth with his. He kept his touch gentle at first, but it was mere moments before her lips parted and she welcomed his tongue inside.

  Philip threw up mental hands and surrendered.

  Who was seducing whom had become immaterial. He had Abby beneath him, his tongue in her mouth, and her breasts digging their already-hardened nipples into his chest. He moved his head, tasting her thoroughly now, relishing the sweetness of her lips and the way her tongue dueled frantically with his.

  She moaned, and he slid his hand to her bodice, rapidly pulling the ribbons free and releasing her gown so that he could plunge his hand within.

  His mind whirled as he found what he was seeking. She filled his hand to perfection. Her soft breast with its rigid nipple seemed to have been made just for his touch. Her back arched as she thrust herself into his grasp, her body asking for more and his own gladly responding.

  Within moments he had her gown stripped from her, and his own shirt and breeches soon followed. His boots had been flung somewhere—he couldn’t remember where—all that mattered was getting his naked skin on top of Abby’s.

  The moment that happened, they both stilled, and blue eyes met green ones.

  “Ahhh, Abby,” murmured Philip, sliding his body along hers. “So good,” he groaned.

  “Philip,” she sighed, letting her hands dance down his spine. “Oh Philip...”

  “I know, love. It’s a wonderful feeling, isn’t it?” He rubbed himself against her again, sliding his chest firmly over her breasts and loving the brush of her nipples as they tightened beneath the abrasion of his flesh.

  He kissed her again then moved his head down to where her luscious breasts were gleaming in the dappled shade. He suckled her deeply, loving her soft cry of pleasure as he tugged on the peak, rubbing it against the roof of his mouth and letting it go with a damp pop.

  “More, more,” she whispered, pushing herself closer and twining her hands through his hair.

  “Yes...” he murmured. “There’s more, Abby. So much more.”

  He continued loving her breasts until they shone wet from his mouth, the tips dark red now as her heart beat rapidly beneath him. He licked and sucked her again, but this time slid his hand down over the soft swell of her belly, stroking and smoothing the warmth of her as he moved.

  Her legs parted for him, telling him exactly where she wanted to be touched.

  But he refused to answer her body’s call, simply brushing her woman’s hair lightly with his fingers and then moving further still, scraping his nails gently along her inner thighs.

  She sighed and moaned and gasped at the sensations his light strokes were creating.

  He let his mouth follow the trail his fingers had taken, pausing to explore her navel with his tongue, and avoiding her mound completely. When he reached her knees, he began to lick, long sweeping strokes upwards, towards the softness that was pink and swollen and shining with her juices.

  “Philip,” she gasped, hips thrusting towards him.

  “All in good time, Abby. The best pleasures are enjoyed slowly.”

  She groaned, and his lips curved in delight. The scent of her body lured him onwards, and her heated folds dripped with sweet honey.

  He bent his head to taste her.

  Abby’s mind spun off into uncharted galaxies.

  Once again, his mouth touched her, kissing her, licking her, but this time she had the added sensations of his hands over her nakedness and his heat mere inches away. She felt wanton, and hungry for him, her whole body aching and trembling inside, as if ready and able to take everything he could give.

  And he was giving her so much.

  She gasped again as his tongue sought out her swollen folds, learning her, teasing her, and finding that special spot that sent shudders of pleasure up and down her entire body. Even her earlobes tingled from it.

  Her toes curled and her fists clenched the blanket as his tongue slipped inside her. “I can’t...I can’t...”

  “You can’t what, Abby?”

  His voice was liquid seduction, deep and hoarse, as if he too, was moved by what was happening between them.

  “I can’t hold back...It’s...you’re making me...”

  “Then don’t, love. Let your body go. I’ll be here to catch you. Fall, Abby. Fall into me...”

  He replaced his mouth over her clit and suckled it, gently and then forcefully as if he could pull her out of herself through that tiny spot of flesh. And it seemed that he could.

  Abby’s body thrashed, her buttocks locked, and a shiver spread through her as her legs locked against him.

  She screamed and let go.

  Wild lights swirled through her mind as her body pulsed and shook and fell apart in Philip’s hands and against his mouth. The sensation of his tongue inside her as she orgasmed was the most incredible thing she’d ever experienced, and as he moved it slightly, she felt herself come all over again.

  The spasms seemed to last for an eternity, shocking her with their intensity. She knew her belly was shivering as her womb clenched and released itself in paroxysms of pleasure. She forgot that she was lying naked on a blanket in a quiet orchard. She forgot that she had an equally naked man tucked between her legs. She forgot everything.

  Everything but his tongue.

  She let herself go completely, surrendering to the joy of physical pleasure with a man who was able to show her the heights of ecstasy. It was incredible, magnificent, and she found herself for the first time in her life unable to think at all.

  A chill swept over her as Philip pulled his head from her mound.

  She risked a quick glance down at him, only to see his blazing eyes smiling at her. His lips shone from her moisture, and the desire in his eyes overwhelmed her.

  “Abby, I have to make you mine, love. I have to.”

  She tried to clear her befuddled thoughts. He was asking her something. Asking her permission to...to take her. Well, bloody hell. If he thought he was going to get away without doing that, he was fair and far off.

  Words failed her. She simply opened her arms and held them out to him.

  His gaze never left hers as he slid up her body, and finally, finally, she felt his cock against her.

  Philip wondered if he’d survive this experience.

  His pulse was thundering in his ears, his cock had developed a hair trigger, and his balls were hard enough for a quick game of conkers if he’d been so inclined.

  He wasn’t inclined at all. He was inclined to get inside Abby at the earliest possible moment. “This may hurt, sweetheart. It’s your first time,” he breathed, drowning in her eyes.

  She smiled. “You won’t hurt me, Philip,” she said, widening her thighs to settle him even more comfortably.

  And he wouldn’t. Not if he could help it. With a shaking hand, he positioned the head of his cock at her wet and slippery entrance and slid forward, clenching his teeth as her hotness closed around him.

  She gasped and he stopped. “Am I hurting you?”

  “No, it’s just so strange...” Her eyes were wide, watching him as he claimed her body.

  Her words fueled his need to plunge deep into her and seat himself to the hilt, but he held back, reining in his urges and forcing himself to go slowly. A wry thought crossed his mind that if his cock had been a horse, it would have choked itself to death long before now, so hard was he pulling on the reins.

  He let his hips push his cock a little deeper, slowly and easily sinking into her slick darkness. Her juices smoothed his way, and when he felt the light barrier of her maidenhood, he paused.

  “I’m touching you, Abby, and I can’t stop. Forgive me?”
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  With a quick move he pushed deeper, obliterating the delicate tissues that barred his way.

  He was finally where he wanted to be. Deep inside Abigail Foxworth.

  Chapter 8

  For Abby, the taking of her virginity had been a momentary burning thing, quickly replaced by the amazing feel of Philip’s hardness sliding into her, filling her and bringing her a sense of completion she’d never have believed possible.

  She tightened her thighs around him, holding him right where he was, wanting to explore this new feeling for a few moments.

  As if he understood, he stilled, letting her become accustomed to his cock as it stretched and forced her body into new and wonderful shapes. She opened her eyes and found him gazing down at her, with a mixture of expressions changing the blue and gold irises to pure fire.

  She saw desire and need, but she also saw concern and...and...something else. Something that warmed her and made her want to cry.

  She saw love.

  She closed her eyes against it, and refocused on her body as it accommodated itself to his.

  “All right, sweetheart?” he asked softly.

  “Oh yes, more than all right,” she whispered.

  His body shuddered against her flesh as he gently withdrew and then moved back again, beginning a slow and gentle rhythm against her inner silk.

  “Tell me if this pains you, darling,” Philip said hoarsely.

  She opened her eyelids a little, and saw him tilt his head. He was watching their bodies as they parted and merged again, in a move as old as time, yet as new to her as tomorrow’s sunrise.

  His expression sent an erotic shudder through her, and suddenly she found herself responding to his thrusts with movements of her own.As if finally awakened, her body throbbed and yearned, and she raised her hips a little to encourage him on.

  Places inside her swelled and thrummed with pleasure at each stroke of his cock, and as he increased his speed, she began to drown beneath his sensual possession.

  His body was touching hers now as he buried himself deeper each time. His hand slipped between them and added a soft stroke to her inflamed flesh.

  She gazed, spellbound, eyes barely focusing, as he aroused her to new heights, bringing her along with him and letting her feel the pleasure he brought to them both.

  She could stand it no more. She closed her eyes and let the moment take her. She was filled with Philip, surrounded by Philip, being loved by Philip. Her body was answering his call like a warhorse hearing the trumpet sounding the charge. Her heart galloped full tilt, her spine rigid, and his cock plundered her very soul.

  She stiffened and cried out.

  The exquisite shudders ran through her body once more, stealing her breath and this time forcing her sheath to clamp onto the one thing that had been missing from her earlier orgasms.

  Philip’s cock.

  And Philip swore she was going to rip that cock right off.

  He felt her begin to climax beneath him, and it took no more than her first rippling spasm to bring him to his own peak. His neck snapped back, his balls tightened up into a knot, and with a hoarse cry he emptied himself into Abby.

  God knew he hadn’t intended to. His initial plan had been to withdraw and spend harmlessly onto the grass before reaching his peak. But wild horses couldn’t have pulled him from her burning heat at this moment, and he knew it. Her soft folds had lured him in and captured him within her as surely as the strongest chains.

  He spurted again and again, his orgasm leaving him shuddering and weak, milked dry by her clenching muscles. It was wonderful, incredible, and it took his heart away.

  It was as if by claiming her virginity, he had allowed her to claim his soul. He didn’t want to pull out of her. Ever.

  “Abby,” breathed Philip, panting, as he lay on top of her. “My God, Abby.”

  She was silent beneath him, and for a terrible moment he wondered if he’d killed her.

  Then she grunted. “I can’t catch my breath, Philip,” she said, struggling a little.

  And no wonder. He found himself flat on her chest, squashing her lungs and completely covering her with his large body. He muttered an apology and slid to the side, sighing as his softening cock slipped wetly from between her legs. “Are you all right?”

  She turned her eyes to him, lids heavy with passion and perspiration dewing her upper lip. He touched that lip gently with his fingers. “Define ‘all right’,” she grinned.

  His heart soared. His smile came from his guts somewhere, and his throat clogged. He did the only thing he was capable of at that moment. He leaned over and kissed her. Slow and gentle, this kiss was a special thing, a pledge, a promise, a warm touch of lips to lips.

  She sighed as he withdrew and let him cuddle her against him as the sun danced over their intertwined bodies. “Philip,” she sighed, lazily running her hands over his chest. “That was so...so...”

  “Yes. It was, wasn’t it?” He couldn’t help the note of satisfaction creeping into his voice. He, Philip Ashton, had deflowered Miss Abigail Foxworth, and she’d enjoyed every minute of it. He’d honorably discharged his duties as a man. He’d claimed and pleasured his woman.

  For right now, the world was perfect.

  “Umm...” She hesitated.

  “What, Abby?” His hand traced delicate circles on her hip, gently smoothing and caressing her as his mind purred with satisfaction.

  “I know I am—was—a virgin. I wasn’t experienced at all in this sort of thing. Do...do men mind?”

  Philip chuckled, feeling Abby’s head rise and fall with his low laughter. “Abby, men don’t mind. Not when it’s a special woman. Our woman. It’s a wonderful thing to share that first time with the one woman who turns us into quivering lumps of lustful porridge.”

  Abby giggled and raised herself up on one elbow. “I do that to you? Turn you into a quivering lump of porridge?”

  “Behold. Breakfast trembles.” He held out one hand, and sure enough there was still a slight shake to it.

  Abby sighed in contentment and settled back onto his chest. “Good. Because you certainly made me quiver. In a lot of interesting places, too.”

  “Did I hurt you, love?” Philip asked the question again, knowing he was not a small man, and worrying for once that his size might not be an advantage.

  “Just a slight pinch. Nothing to worry about. I was so involved in all the other things you were doing, that I barely noticed.”

  Philip sighed with relief.

  “But I must confess something,” she added.

  Philip paused. “What’s that?”

  “I’m hungry. Does this kind of thing always give one an appetite?”

  Philip’s shout of laughter scared the birds from the trees. “Only if you’ve done it right, sweetheart,” he grinned. “Time for our picnic, do you think?”

  “Oh yes. Yes indeed.”

  They sat up on the blanket and Abby reached for her gown.

  Philip stopped her with his arms. “Forget clothes, Abby. You won’t need ‘em. Not for a while. The sun is warm, there’s no one for miles around, and it’s a chance for us to play Adam and Eve. In our own private Eden.”

  Abby stilled in his embrace as she considered the notion. She turned slightly and eyed him, a wicked grin on her lips. “Are you sure?”

  Philip nodded and kissed her. “As sure as I’ve ever been about anything, love.”

  He released her and stood, stretching, and enjoying this newfound feeling of joy, which suffused him from his heels to his eyebrows.

  Abby folded her legs beneath her and made to stand, but Philip shook his head. “Wait a few minutes, Abby. There’s something I must attend to.” He rummaged in the basket and pulled a napkin out, then disappeared for a moment towards the stream.

  When he reappeared, he had a dripping wet napkin in his hand and a huge grin on his face. He couldn’t help himself. The grin seemed to be nailed on. It wouldn’t go away. Hell, he didn’t want it to.

>   The sight of the smears of Abby’s virginal blood on his cock had sent shivers through him as he’d cleaned himself in the stream, and his male possessiveness was choking him with the need to tend his woman.

  He approached her as she watched him, a look of curiosity on her face. “I’m going to take care of you, Abby,” he said, deliberately showing her the cloth, and hoping she wouldn’t realize that his words meant so much more.

  He didn’t want to scare her right at this precious moment, but if she had any notions of refusing his offer now, she might as well forget them.

  She was his. Irrefutably, permanently, til-death-did-them-part, his.

  *~~*~~*

  Abby’s lungs forgot to work as she watched Philip stride towards her, his cock and his balls lying softly between his legs, surrounded by a dark frame of hair.

  It was a picture she’d never forget.

  So strong, so handsome, with those eyes shining at her with tenderness and desire. Her heart melted, and she gripped on to what little was left of her wits. She eyed the dripping cloth. “What are you planning on doing with that?” she asked, quirking an eyebrow.

  “Simply making you comfortable, sweetheart. Lie back. Trust me.”

  She snorted. As if he needed to tell her to trust him. She’d just lain with the man, for goodness sake. How much more trust could she possibly place in him? Obedient to his push, she lay down, and jumped as he swept the cloth between her thighs and across her mound.

  “Aaargh, Philip...that’s cold...” Torn between a laugh and a shriek, she let him cleanse her body of their juices, carefully tending the delicate tissues and turning her skin rosy with his attentions.

  “Sore, sweetheart?” His question brushed over her skin as he bent over her.

  “Um...” She explored her body’s sensations. “A little. Not much. Actually, not much at all.”

  “Good,” he purred, finally finishing his task to his satisfaction. “It will be even better the next time.”

  “The next time?” Dammit. She’d squawked. She’d intended to be cool and self-possessed about all this, but that resolution had flown out of her mind with the first ripples of her first orgasm.