Virginblood (Seven Brides for Seven Bastards, 4) Read Online Free PDF

not have much experience with virgins, but he knew plenty about
arousal and temptation.
    Slowly he came back to where she sat.
"I can give you a climax with only my words," he added, his voice
low.
    Silent, she stared, opening and
closing her fingers on the plunger. He moved around behind
her.
    "I won't even touch you," he
vowed.
    The branches of the trees outside
rattled against the stone wall and tapped the slate roof. A cloud
passed over the sun and took away the golden shaft of light that
had previously touched her head, but her hair still held some of
that shine. Like a halo, he mused.
    She would like that, no
doubt.
    But she had not moved away. Her lips
uttered no protest.
    "There is a curl at the nape of your
neck, little Jeanne," he whispered. "The color of wheat just before
harvest. It lies there beside a smaller curl that is darker, more
tightly curled. Can you feel my tongue, licking slowly along your
neck, where those curls sit? Can you feel the tip moving that hair
aside to taste your skin? And now my lips against your ear. I might
nibble very gently, the tender flesh along the edge where it is
pink in that slender beam of sunlight."
    Jeanne shifted very slightly forward,
and he heard her breath quicken. He smiled.
    "My hands slip down your back, sliding
your shift away, lightly caressing your spine, all the way to your
sweet bottom." He leaned closer so she would feel his words blowing
over the curve where her neck met her shoulder, just above the edge
of her woolen gown. "Then back up, along your sides...feel my
touch, Jeanne? Ah yes, you do. I feel little goose bumps lifting
under my fingertips. Hmm, I might need to run my tongue along them.
And then I'll turn you over and taste the curve of your titty,
press my lips to your pointy nipple and take a gentle suck at the
little nub."
    "No. Never. I would never let you,"
she gasped, but it was so soft he barely heard it.
    "Let me suckle your delicious bubbies,
Jeanne, while I run my fingers over the pouty cherry between your
thighs. I'll press, stroke and tickle as I feel you getting sticky,
but I might have to lick you down there and see how ready you are.
Before I use my cock. You're so small, Jeanne."
    Ram paused, but there was no
response.
    "Turn over on your front. As you were
yesterday in the barn. Let me look at you. Yes. Legs apart. I can
see the trickle of your essence shining between your nether
lips."
    He could not even hear her breathing
now. Outside the window the clouds moved on, pushed by the
gathering strength of the wind, but alternate flutters of sunlight
gilded her hair again between each passing shadow.
    "I'll try my fingers first inside you
and find the key to make you squeal, to make you come undone. I can
feel the warm silk of your cunt, tight around my fingers." Sniffing
the side of her neck, he smelled rose oil mingling with sage and
rosemary. He could taste her on the back of his tongue already.
Remembering how she creamed for him yesterday, how her quim
trembled and squeezed around his thrusting tongue, his own arousal
mounted too fast, drove the actions running through his mind. His
balls ached and he felt the stirring of seed, ready to shoot up his
shaft at the mere thought of her juicy peach as she bent over on
all fours, bottom lifted and knees spread in the straw. "I want to
put my cockhead inside you and hold it there at the threshold while
I squeeze your full titties. With just one more push I can be
buried inside, root to tip, prying open your maidenhead, but I'll
savor the moment. You're at my mercy, little one. You're squirming
now, your body arching, your breasts captured in my hands, your
bottom pushing back. Wait, Jeanne. Wait and I'll give you every
inch of my cock until you can take no more. I feel your pulse
fluttering against the crest where I'm already leaking seed." He
groaned. "Pull me in, Jeanne, guide my shaft deeper and let me
claim your virginblood."
    She raised a hand to the side of her
neck, where his breath must