Dirty Aristocrat(27)

That encouraged and emboldened me. I could do this. My lips closed on  the shaft and my tongue slid around and explored the shape of the  swollen head. His hand curved around the back of my head. Clawing into  my hair, he guided my face forward and forced my mouth to take more of  him.

'Fuck, Tawny,' he groaned. 'I always knew you'd feel amazing.'

His hips moved forwards and back as his cock slid gently in and out of  my mouth and I sucked him with deep, drawing pulls. Then he pulled out  of my mouth with a wet slapping sound.

'What's the matter?' I whispered, surprised. I wanted to satisfy him, to  feel him climax, to return the pleasure he had given me.

'Absolutely nothing,' he said softly and, bending down to the floor, picked up a foil packet.

'Oh,' I said. It was strange, exciting and a little frightening. I  shivered at the thought of something that long and thick and solid was  going to go into my body.

He fitted the rubber on himself, pushed me back down on the bed, and opened my legs wide.

'Keep your knees up,' he instructed, and positioned himself between my  legs. I loved our bodies being entwined and joined, his chest crushing  down on my breasts, his hard naked body pressing down on mine, and those  strong powerful thighs spreading me wide open. Even more, I think, I  loved the anticipation.

My fingers gripped his gorgeous arm muscles. I could feel them flex when  he raised himself slightly and, pointing the enormous head of his cock  over the entrance into my body, pushed in.

I inhaled sharply, my eyes widening with surprise.

Good God. He was only partially inside me, but it felt like a thick,  deep intrusion. Painful and not pleasurable at all. My thighs were  spread wide, but my body was distressed. How would all of him fit?  Suddenly, I felt tiny and helpless under his big powerful body.

I must have whimpered because he paused.

Dipping his head down, he murmured, 'It's OK, Tawny. Just relax. It won't hurt in a while.'

He looked down at me almost hypnotically, while his hands stroked my  body, soothing and calming me. Then his tongue entered my mouth and my  fear faded almost instantly. The kiss was hard, demanding and fiery and I  became lost in it. I sensed my body supplicating to his, my legs  spreading even further apart. His mouth was locked to mine, his tongue  deep inside my mouth, I was vaguely aware of the turgid shaft slowly  working deeper and deeper into me with each gentle thrust. Slowly but  surely, he was travelling into the depths of my body.

I sucked his tongue blindly. Nothing else existed but us and what he was  doing to my body. When he tried to pull away I moaned into his  dominating mouth.



Lord Greystoke

Tawny's body was like heaven. Wet, warm, tight, and so fucking  responsive. I luxuriated in the way her slender thighs cradled me and I  enjoyed her little groans and whimpers, the plaintiveness of them, the  excitement on her face, the strained look of surprise and pain in her  glazed eyes, and the way her hands grabbed handfuls of the bed sheets as  I forced my cock into her.         

     



 

It had taken every ounce of my willpower not to fuck her hard. Hell, I  wanted nothing more, but I didn't. Not this time. There would be other  times for that. Many other times.

Stilled inside her tight, hot, slippery channel, I could feel the heat  of her sex and the soft downy feel of her pubic hair against my shaft.  My cock was pulsating and my balls were so heavy and full they were like  ripe fruit ready to burst.

Hell, I couldn't wait anymore, but the icing on the cake is when you can  get her to come at the same time as you. I hadn't gone all the way to  the hilt, so I reached my hand between us and began to circle her slick  clit with my finger.

Her eyes widened in surprise.

I felt her clench my shaft tightly as she arched herself beneath me, her  feet kicking high towards the ceiling, her hands clutching my biceps as  she climaxed at the same time I did.





CHAPTER 23


Tawny Maxwell

'That's going to be a very hard act to top,' I breathed into his ear, as he lay on top of me, his cock still buried inside me.

He chuckled.

'What?' I asked.

'Nothing.'

'No, really, what's so funny?' I insisted.

'That's not an act. That's the twenty-minute induction class,' he said.

I giggled. 'Really?'

'Yes, really. Don't forget you still have sex to Dolly Parton's dulcet  tones to look forward to.' His voice was dry. Obviously he didn't think  sex to Dolly was going to be anything special.

I grinned. 'That's true. Shall I go put her on?'

He didn't seem too impressed with my idea. 'Ah, give me a few minutes. Aren't you sore, anyway?'

'Noooo, I love having you inside me,' I said enthusiastically.

'Good, because you are going to be having me inside you a lot, Missy,' he promised.

I squeezed him experimentally. 'If we're going to have a break can we eat something? I'm hungry.'

He lifted his head and looked into my eyes. 'Tawny. You're a girl after my own heart.'

'What do you want?'

'Surprise me.'

'OK. Get off me then,' I said and deliberately clenched his shaft as tightly as I could.

He looked at me warningly. 'Do you know what happens to little girls who go and pull the tails of tigers?'

'What?'

'They get fucked in the ass.'

'Oh shit.'

'Exactly,' he said and, pulling out of me, rolled to his side.

I missed him inside me immediately. I realized that I loved the feeling  of being so stretched and filled. I sat up and he stayed on his elbow  watching me.

'Don't look at me,' I said.

'Why not?'

'Because I'm not used to having anybody look at me naked.'

'Get used to it, because I love seeing you naked.'

I jumped from the bed and ran out of the room to the sound of his  laughter. Once out of his view I stopped and grinned to myself. Wow!  Who'd have thought sex could be that great?

I never dreamed having a man inside me could feel that good.

I walked into the kitchen and gingerly touched myself. My sex was so  hyper-sensitive it felt as if it was swollen to at least two times its  normal size. The folds felt as if they were hanging between my legs. I  bent down to look and they were actually hanging. I hadn't bled, but  that was probably because of all the horse riding and rough sports I'd  done during my lifetime.

I quickly cut and put a few slices of cornbread on a plate and loaded  that onto a tray with a jar of honey, a spoon, some savory cheese balls  and a jar of pickled Okra that I'd ordered from a Southern food  specialty website, and carried the tray to the bedroom.

My breath caught. Buck naked and totally unashamed of the fact, Ivan was  lying propped up on some pillows. I almost couldn't believe how  beautiful he was. It was actually very distracting to be with such a hot  man. His dusky-gold skin was gleaming in the dull yellow light.

'That was quick,' he said.

'Err .. Greystoke, what's with the giant erection?' I asked softly.

'Come over here and I'll tell you all about it,' he invited, patting the space on the mattress by his side.

I went to the bed, put the tray down on it, climbed up, and sat with my legs folded under me, and my knees together.

'We're about to eat. Why do you have a hard-on?' I asked in a cheeky  voice. The truth was I was trying to cover my embarrassment about being  naked on a bed with a naked, fully erect man.

'Why do you think?' he mocked.

'It's not some kind of medical condition, is it?' I ventured solemnly.

'I'm afraid so,' he said gravely.         

     



 

I put on my I'm-so-sorry-your-lottery-ticket-didn't-win face. 'Does the disease have a name?'

'Hotfortawnyitis,' he said, his eyes beginning to twinkle.

I hid a smile. 'Oh,' I said very slowly. 'How awful. Is there any cure?'

He nodded. 'Friction. Lots of skin on skin friction.'

I suppressed my laughter and played along. 'Should we do something about it?'

He pretended to look pained. 'The sooner the better.'

I glanced at the plate. 'Don't you want to eat?'

'I do,' he said softly, his splendid eyes gleaming like jewels in the shadows.

I wrinkled my nose. 'If that's a joke I don't get it.'

'I love to eat and fuck at the same time.'

'What?' I shook my head. 'How?'

'Sit on my poor sick dick and I'll show you.'

'No way. I won't to be able to eat while you're inside me.'

'Of course you will,' he said and, reaching for a condom, sheathed himself.

'No, I won't,'

'Yes, you will.'

'No.'

'Yes. Now come and sit on my fucking dick,' he ordered.

'Well, if it's really going to help,' I murmured and started to crawl  towards him. Strange fact: I was actually wet and wanting to impale  myself on that glistening pillar of hard meat too. I straddled him, my  knees on either side of his body.

'Is your sweet pussy wet?'

I felt my vagina pulse with excitement. 'You bet.'

He smiled. 'This time you get to decide how far into you I go. Think you can take me to the hilt?'

'Either that or I'll die trying,' I said with a grin.

I gripped the thick shaft in my fist and, positioning it under me, slowly lowered myself onto the blunt head.

He grabbed my hips and pushed me a few inches down his shaft. My mouth opened in a silent gasp of surprise.

'The rest is up to you,' he said quietly.

I exhaled the air slowly from my lungs and savored the sensation of his  thick heat stretching me. A man inside a woman must be remembered in the  DNA because it felt familiar, as if I'd had him inside me a thousand  times before. I realized being stuffed full must be a primal pleasure.