Lillian's Light Horseman

by Jasmine Hill

  Nerves and a rippling current of desire had her hands trembling as she placed the breakfast tray on her bedside table. She sat back in bed and trained her eyes on her lap, trying to regulate her breathing.

  “How are you this morning, Lilly?” he asked.

  His deep voice washed over her like a sensuous caress, pebbling her nipples and sending shivers rippling down her spine.

  “I’m very well,” she muttered, still averting her eyes. She felt him move closer to the bed and she stiffened in alarm. She had no idea how to behave after the intimacy between them the previous evening and a deep flush suffused her cheeks.

  She heard William drag a chair closer to her bedside and settle himself into it, but still she refused to look at him.

  Moments passed in silence, making the air between them heavy and awkward. Lillian picked nervously at a stray thread on her counterpane as she waited for William to say something. When he did, it was so sudden and harsh that it took her breath away.

  “Look at me, Lillian!” he demanded.

  She snapped her head up and her eyes shot to his in surprise.

  “Are you that ashamed of what happened between us last night?” he asked, his eyes narrowed.

  “N-no,” she said breathlessly. “A little embarrassed perhaps. It was very”—she waved a hand in the air, searching desperately for the right word—“intimate.”

  Her face flushed hotly at the admission. She hadn’t ever expected to talk about what they’d shared, but obviously, William had other ideas. She dropped her head once more to stare at her clasped hands.

  William cupped her chin and tilted her head up so that she was looking into his eyes.

  “There is nothing to be embarrassed about, Lilly. If anyone is to be embarrassed, it should be me. I shouldn’t have lost control. I shouldn’t have taken you like that. I can’t regret it, however. You’ve been in my dreams for a long time and last night I selfishly took what I’ve so long desired.”

  Her breath caught in her throat. “I thought that you were ashamed of what we did—of me.”

  He sucked in a sharp breath and his eyes glinted dangerously.

  “Don’t ever think that,” he bit out. “I’ve wanted you for as long as I can remember. I would never feel ashamed of you. I’m ashamed of myself for not taking more care.”

  He was still grasping her chin, refusing to allow her to look away from him.

  “When are your courses due?” he asked quietly.

  If Lillian had felt embarrassment before, she now felt acute mortification. Her body trembled with the sensation and she flushed a deep scarlet.

  “P-pardon me?”

  “I realize that the question seems…indelicate, but I need to know,” he said gently.

  Sudden realization dawned and she was astounded that she hadn’t thought of the possibility herself.

  “They’ve just passed—one week ago,” she whispered.

  He breathed a sigh of relief and finally released her. “It’s not infallible, of course, but chances are that we’re safe.”

  She nodded numbly, not really sure herself about the possibility of pregnancy, and wondered idly how William was so knowledgeable.

  “Are you very sore?”

  Oh Lord, can he be any more personal?

  “A little, but nothing that I cannot bear,” she answered and looked once more to her lap.

  “Good. Although I’d like to check for myself,” he stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

  Lillian’s eyes shot once more to his and opened wide in astonishment. Just when she had thought he couldn’t possibly embarrass her further, he amazed her with this scandalous request. She could only stare at him mutely as words failed her.

  He stood, strode to the door and locked it before returning to her bedside and whipping down her covers.

  “William!” she cried, finally finding her voice. “What are you doing?”

  “I told you, Lilly, that I want to check you myself. I saw the blood streaking your thighs last night and I’d like to reassure myself that I didn’t injure you. Remember also that I’m responsible for you. Until last night, it was the responsibility of an employer to an employee,” he said quietly. “Now it extends to the responsibility of a lover. When I took your virginity, I also took accountability. Now we can do this the easy way, or the hard way,” he finished, furnishing her with a long look.

  Lillian stared at him in dismay and realized he was completely serious. She shuffled down until she was lying flat on the bed, ensuring that her long nightgown continued to cover her modestly. When she was fully prone, she lay stiffly and stared up at him, waiting for whatever William had in store for her.

  He chuckled and clucked his tongue. “So shy, my darling. You know that I will need to lift this lovely nightgown?”

  She nodded, blushed and cursed inwardly at her inability to face anything remotely embarrassing without flushing cheeks. As if reading her thoughts, he smiled and kneeled bedside the bed.

  “I love that you blush so easily. Your innocence disarms me. How did you remain so untouched and unsullied in light of your father’s debauchery?”

  It was a rhetorical question, so she remained silent while he continued to study her.

  “Lie across the bed, facing me.”

  She sat up and scooted sideways so that she was lying across the width of the single bed with her legs dangling awkwardly off the side.

  He grasped each of her ankles and lifted them so her feet were flat on the mattress and her legs bent at the knee. He gripped her hips and tugged her down until her backside rested on the edge of the bed. It was an alarmingly vulnerable position and she tensed uneasily.

  “Just relax, my sweet,” he whispered, drawing her nightgown up her thighs until it was bunched around her waist.

  She could feel his breath whisper against her inner thigh as he leaned closer. Her nipples puckered and her breathing hitched, desire flaring low in her belly. She recognized the feeling now, the clenching of her internal muscles and a light, quivering sensation in her loins that signaled her longing for something more. She couldn’t quite believe that laid bare as she was, exposed and vulnerable, her desire outweighed any embarrassment.

  She felt William’s warm hands on her inner thighs where he gently caressed her before nudging her legs farther apart.

  Dampness flowed between her thighs, warm and moist, and she tried unsuccessfully to close them.

  William hissed a breath between his teeth. “You are so wet, my love,” he rasped, gently stroking his fingers through her damp folds.

  She couldn’t see his face when he bent to examine her, using his fingers to sift through the furrows of her sex. She held her breath as his caresses sent sharp quivers of desire straight to her core. Her face flushed and her breathing grew ragged. She wriggled under his administrations.

  “Stay still,” he ordered, gripping her hip with his right hand. “I’m not finished.”

  She stilled and worked to regulate her breathing as he recommenced his explorations between her legs. His fingers entered her and she gasped, more tender than she’d initially thought. His delving produced a slight twinge of discomfort.

  “Does that hurt?” he asked huskily, pushing his finger deeper inside.

  “A little,” she breathed and tried not to tense.

  “Hmm.” He withdrew his finger and circled her clitoris slowly. “I might have to kiss it better.”

  Lillian whimpered involuntarily. She recalled what he’d done to her with his mouth the previous evening and the memory sent more flutters erupting wildly in her belly.

  “Does that please you, my sweet?” he asked, continuing to circle her clitoris with his finger and slowly working her into a delirium of building sensation.

  “Oh, yes,” she whispered, rocking her hips in rhythm with his rotating finger.

  “You are so moist and swollen with desire, Lilly. I can tell that you need me to make it better. Would you like that, my love? Would you like me to ease the a
che?”

  His voice had grown deep and rough. He continued to massage her sex, intensifying the throbbing of her internal muscles to desperate proportions.

  “Please, William,” she begged, understanding that only he had the power to relieve the pressure building inside her.

  She watched him under lowered lids as he gazed at her intently, studying her face and the effect that his ministrations were having on her. He smiled, a slow, mischievous curl of his lips. “You are far too tender for penetration, but perhaps a massage?” He dipped his head between her legs.

  Lillian gasped, feeling his lips on the inside of her thigh. He kissed a slow trail north, grasping her knees to keep her legs parted widely.

  “Your skin is so silky soft, so sweet,” he muttered against her and continued his relentless path toward the apex of her thighs.

  She felt his warm breath blow over her damp folds and she stiffened, her toes curling, then the delicious sensation of his tongue swiping leisurely through her center. She fisted the sheet in her hands and struggled to maintain control of the myriad sensations flowing through her. Her insides clenched and her breathing grew labored as he continued to assault her sex with his tongue, circling her relentlessly, probing and licking, then nipping gently on her clitoris, making her arch desperately into his mouth.

  The feeling was indescribable and when he pierced her deeply, she erupted around him with a cry, her internal muscles tightening and pulsing as her body shuddered in blissful release.

  She continued to tremble as William lapped at her gently, working her down through her orgasm.

  She stared blindly at the ceiling, willing her heart rate to regulate and her vision to clear. Will I ever get used to this euphoric feeling? She hoped not.

  She shifted her head and looked down her body to where William still rested between her thighs, a smug smile on his lips.

  “You’re so responsive, my love. Just one touch and you’re coming apart.” He licked his lips lasciviously. “Do you feel better?” he asked, rising swiftly to his feet.

  She didn’t answer, her voice momentarily lost when she caught sight of the very large bulge at his crotch. She hadn’t seen it properly last night, but she recalled the feel of him when he’d entered her, and by the evidence now very clearly in front of her, she imagined him to be quite large. She wasn’t sure what she could do to relieve his discomfort but she thought that perhaps she could do something similar to what he’d just done for her. Besides, she was beyond curious. She wanted to know what he would feel like in her hand, in her mouth. Before her courage failed her, she waved a hand in the direction of his prominent erection.

  “Can I help with that?” She tried to sound seductive but thought that she’d only managed tremulous.

  He hissed a breath and narrowed his eyes on her.

  She steadied her gaze on his handsome face and watched a muscle in his rigid jaw tic.

  Chapter Thirteen

  William stared at Lillian in shock. “Have you done that before?” he demanded.

  “Of course not,” she gasped in mortification.

  He mentally berated himself for asking the question but his immediate reaction had been one of surprise, followed instantly by the insidious thought that she had done it before. He knew he was being an arsehole, but he couldn’t help the surge of irrational jealousy that had gripped him at the mere thought of it.

  Of course he’d love her to relieve the painful ache in his balls and soften his throbbing erection but he wondered was it too soon? Was she ready for such an act?

  He studied her carefully. She looked hesitant and was no doubt regretting her impulsive offer but he knew he was going to take her up on it. He couldn’t help himself. The thought of her soft hands and plump lips wrapped around his cock had him pulsing in discomfort. Besides, he’d wanted her forever and she was his now. In his opinion, the moment that he’d taken her virginity had made her so.

  He would be careful with her and ease her into it gently. He would give her every possible consideration that he could offer.

  He studied her. She chewed on her bottom lip and stared into her lap.

  “Look at me, Lillian,” he said softly and stretched a hand forward to stroke her cheek.

  She snapped her head up and he drew his breath in sharply when her emerald eyes met his, their green depths swimming with uncertainty and instilling in him a burning need to protect her and assuage her hesitation.

  “I won’t hurt you, sweetheart,” he promised. “You’re curious?”

  She continued to worry her bottom lip then nodded slowly.

  He stepped closer to her, nudging her thighs apart until he was standing between her legs. He framed her face with his palms, brushing his thumbs over her cheeks as he tilted her head back.

  “Unzip my trousers, Lilly,” he murmured, maintaining eye contact with her and caressing soothing circles on her cheeks with his thumbs.

  He stiffened when she brushed his crotch and fumbled with the zip, dragging it down. He struggled to regulate his breathing as her small hands rubbed against his erection. Shit, if she keeps doing that, I won’t last long.

  He hissed in a breath. “Easy, Lilly, or you’ll unman me.”

  She dropped her gaze to his crotch and was inspecting the bulge there with avid fascination.

  He swept his hands to her shoulders and massaged her gently.

  “Now reach in and take out my cock,” he demanded huskily.

  She gasped at his crude words, but he wanted to shock her. He wanted her to fully comprehend exactly what she was about to do.

  He continued to knead her shoulders gently while she reached into his trousers and tentatively felt around.

  Fuck. Her touch is sending bolts of pleasure straight to my balls.

  He looked down at her from under hooded lids and watched her withdraw his throbbing member. He was so hard it was painful. The pleasure her gentle touch was inciting had his stomach muscles tightening and quivering in anticipation.

  She looked up at him in wide-eyed fascination as she handled his erection. “It’s very big,” she whispered, running her fingers up and down his shaft.

  He chuckled. “I’m rather large, but as you discovered last night, you stretch to accommodate me.”

  “It feels soft but hard, like velvet over a steel rod,” she mused.

  She ran her thumb over his glistening tip and he groaned, tightening his hold on her shoulders.

  She looked up at him with worried eyes. “Did I hurt you?”

  “No, sweetheart. That feels very good—too good. The tip is very sensitive. Similar to a certain place on your anatomy,” he responded with a wicked grin and was rewarded with her fierce blush.

  “Wrap your fingers around me and move them up and down, like this,” he demonstrated for her.

  She grasped his cock around the base with one hand and wrapped the fingers of her other hand above it and started to pump him up and down as he’d shown her.

  The sight and feel of her small hands on his steel-hard shaft was heating his blood to boiling point and he groaned loudly, tensing his thighs and tightening his grasp on her shoulders.

  “That’s it, sweetheart.” He started to thrust his hips in rhythm with her pumping hands.

  He gazed down at her face and watched her work him over with a little, thoughtful frown. She was focused on her task and concentrating. Her breathing had increased and was creating little gusts of warm air over his throbbing erection.

  He felt the pressure building in his groin, starting to work closer to release, but he didn’t want to go yet. The feel of her hands on him, and watching her fascination, was something he wanted to prolong.

  “Is this right?” she asked huskily, licking her lips and gazing up at him.

  Her flushed cheeks and ragged breathing told him that she was aroused by what she was doing to him.

  He growled and pumped his hips harder. “That’s just right, sweetheart. Can’t you tell what you’re doing to me?”
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  Sweat dripped from his brow and his neck muscles locked, as he worked to maintain control. He needed her to experience the full impact of how she affected him. He wanted her to appreciate the fact that just her touch could make him rock hard and swell agonizingly.

  He gazed down the rippling muscles of his abdomen to see her rubbing his pre-release all over his cock, lubricating him and creating a sight so erotic he knew he’d never forget it. Then, to his stunned amazement, she dropped her head to his shaft and flicked him a quick glance under her lashes, seeking his permission. He nodded once, barely registering her intentions, and held his breath as she closed her mouth around the bulbous head.

  “Oh fuck, Lilly,” he grunted, grasping her hair in one hand and sweeping his other hand up to cup her cheek. He was fast losing control and had long since given up on maintaining polite niceties.

  He knew he wouldn’t last long now. The feel of her hot, succulent mouth and lips wrapped around his cock was incredible. She hesitantly ran her tongue up and down his length, lapping at his pre-cum and fisting the base of his shaft. God, if he didn’t know better, he’d think she’d done this before.

  She took his tip into her mouth once more and he groaned, fisting her glorious hair tighter and manipulating her head gently. “That’s it, sweetheart. Wrap those plump lips around me.”

  She gazed up at him under her lashes, her eyes seeking his guidance and reassurance.

  “Relax your jaw, Lilly. Take me in farther,” he said softly, caressing her cheek in encouragement.

  She opened her mouth wider, wrapped her lips around her teeth and took him deeper as he gently guided her glide up and down his length.

  She moaned, the action sending delicious vibrations rocketing through him until he was clenching his teeth so hard his jaw ached. He looked down to watch her slide his cock in and out of her mouth and the sight of his shaft, coated in her saliva and his pre-cum, gliding through her swollen lips had his balls drawing up and his abdominals clenching tightly.