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he studied hers. Below his beautiful, muscular
chest with its flat, brown nipples, the little dip of his belly button drew her
eyes further down to the bulge straining his breeches to the limits of the
fabric. Possessed suddenly of a wild curiosity, she grabbed and tugged the
laces until the bow pulled open and the loosened garment slid down his lean
hips.
    His cock looked enormous to her. Freed from confinement, it
jutted proudly from his body, as long as her hand, as thick as her wrist.
Watching his face to be sure she didn’t offend him, she reached tentatively to
touch it. He sucked in a sharp breath and his face screwed up in a wince of
pleasure when she ran the tip of her finger across the bulbous end. She was
shocked by how soft and silky the skin felt.
    He tolerated her fascinated exploration for another minute
or two, then moved until she had to drop her hand. He knelt on the bed at her
side and dipped his head to her breasts again. She jerked in stunned delight as
he leaned over to run a rasping tongue around her hardened nipple.
    Switching from one to the other, he sucked, nipped, swiped
the tip with his tongue and rolled it gently between his teeth. His hand ran
down her belly to find the hollow between her legs. He parted her outer folds
to find the most sensitive places within. The two-pronged assault on her body
sent waves of excitement through her and wound her tighter and tighter, like a
metal coil pressed down.
    His caresses grew faster and harder until she felt the world
drop away. Then suddenly the pleasure rose to even greater heights and her body
arched in sudden, rapturous release of the tension. Wave on wave of ecstasy
coursed through her as she bucked and bounced with breath-stealing pleasure.
For a moment out of time she drifted on waves of joy that gradually subsided,
leaving her floating comfortably in a place of wondrous peace.
    She looked up at him, watching the way his gray eyes glowed
with pleasure and pride. She reached up to touch his strong jaw and run her
fingers through the loosened blond hair that hung around his shoulders. He
leaned forward and kissed her again. Her heart melted in his embrace and a new
and different need roused. She wanted more from him. Wanted more for him.
Wanted more of him.
    He moved to position himself between her legs, weight balanced
on his hands as stretched himself out over her. There he hesitated.
    “It may be difficult for you,” he warned. “It being your
first time.”
    “It’s fine, my lord,” she said, wrapping her arms around his
neck to pull him closer.
    He nodded, positioned himself carefully, and then thrust
forward and into her. When he met the barrier of her maidenhead, he pushed
forcefully through it.
    Rosalind gasped at the pain and tensed her body. Lord
Jeoffrey stopped and held himself still, giving her time to adjust to his
invasion. When the burn subsided a bit, she nodded for him to continue. Still
he moved cautiously, retreating, pushing forward, waiting for her to
accommodate him, all the time watching her face for any sign it was too much.
Finally she began to relax, though it still burned. Even with that discomfort,
the briefly appeased hunger began to rouse again and she welcomed the movement
of him within her. He plunged up and down.
    “You’re so hot, so tight!” He sounded amazed and delighted,
strained and awed. “So beautiful.” He lowered his face to hers and kissed her
while pumping into her.
    She began moving with him, against him and then away, in
rhythm with his rocking. His hard body grew even more tense. The motion
increased to a nearly frantic pace, but she felt the heat and the need growing
again, building, tautening, until she couldn’t hold it anymore and she cried
out as the shocking spasms rolled through and over her again.
    At nearly the same time, he too emitted a sound like a roar,
and his face screwed into a mask of agonized pleasure. His hard, gasping
breaths testified to the extent of his effort and