“Here, kneel.” He urged her off the bed.
She let him and dropped to her knees before him as he stood. He touched her cheek with a feathery brush of his fingertip. She leaned into his touch.
He put his cock to her lips. Her scent mingled with his, an intoxicating, heady enticement. He was marked by her. She wanted to imprint herself on his memory for all time. She would consume him whole. Give him no mercy, no quarter. She leaned forward and opened her mouth and swallowed down into her throat in one glutinous move. She applied gentle suction, then increased the pressure rapidly as she moved back and forth. He fisted her hair.
“God, God.” He groaned deeply. “God, that’s good.”
He tightened his hold on her hair. The dull discomfort energized her. She shifted her feet and tried to control the urge to move. He thrust in and out of her mouth, her throat. Her heart hammered with her rising elation. His shaft began to quake.
He gave a harsh sounding groan and tightened his hold. Sharp shudders raced from the roots of her hair down her nape and into her spine. He was holding her so unyieldingly that her neck craned…Oh God, it was so arousing. Her heart beat so hard that she became lightheaded. She shook, uncontrollably.
She wanted his come so badly.
She needed to taste him.
“Christ, Jeannie.” His tone rang with near desperation. Pure need. He pushed into her throat, deeply. Testing her limits as no one had ever done. Had ever dared.
He groaned. A loud, harsh sound of masculine surrender to release that resonated with such relief as she had never heard. His seed jetted into her throat. Instinctively, she swallowed and swallowed.
Her heart sang with satisfaction. She’d never felt so alive and in the moment.
This was what she loved. The moment when the whole focus of a man’s pleasure centered on her.
And this wasn’t just any man. This was David. Her David.
* * * *
David stared at Jeanne’s golden head as she cradled his cock in her mouth. She was simply amazing. Better than amazing. He couldn’t find adequate words to describe her. She was the kind of girl poetry and songs were written about.
He wasn’t any good at writing poetry.
With his erection fading, he gently touched her shoulders and withdrew. She sat back on her heels, unwittingly providing him with a stunning view of her cunt. The sight made his gradually slowing heart begin to race again. His muscles weakened. His knees began to buckle and his field of vision began to narrow.
Male vanity wouldn’t bear him fainting in front of her again. He immediately sat upon the floor. She stared at him with glassy eyes. Gooseflesh dotted her arms. It was cold there on the floor. He’d been a little thoughtless. He pulled a blanket from the bed and wrapped it about her shoulders.
Her eyes were sad and her mouth had turned down a bit. She seemed to droop like a flower after sunset. He caressed her back through the blanket. “We really reached the heights and it can be disconcerting sometimes to come back to earth.”
He smiled.
She didn’t return it.
Would she cry?
Other women had cried at times like this. But if Jeanne did, he sensed it would be something rare. Something with heart and soul.
If Jeanne cried for him, it would mean she could also love him.
That last thought left him a little shaken. What was he doing even thinking something like that? He didn’t need any woman, much less this girl, loving him.
Strength was returning to his legs. He stood and reached down her. “Here, let’s go to bed.”
She put her hands into his and let him help her to stand. She still seemed to be a bit listless. He left her and went to wash. Cold water from the chipped pitcher and basin proved a particularly bracing and unique experience for a peer. When he finished, he brought her a cup of brandy. He handed to her and she drank some. He took it back and finished it off.
Once he joined her under the covers, she turned to him. Color had returned to her face. “How did you do that to me?”
“What?”
“Making me come by only touching my breasts. I never came in that way.”
“I didn’t merely touch your breasts. I restrained you and introduced you to something novel. That was your body reacting. Your arousal. Sometimes carnal feeling can be expressed in that way if a woman is strongly aroused. But not all women can experience it that way.”
“And…the other?”
“The other?”
A half-smile graced her pretty, pink mouth and she turned away. “You put your fingers into my…arse.”
“That other.” He chuckled, relieved that she was coming around. He had feared that he might have misread her and pushed too hard, too fast.
She turned back to him. Her smile was radiant like sunshine. “I never dreamed of anything like you have shown me.”