A smile crossed his face and he reached up and cupped her cheek, tilting her face towards his. “Perhaps it would.”
He pressed his mouth against hers and she kissed him eagerly, pushing her tongue at his lips until he parted them and she could slip it into his mouth. He kissed her deeply, holding her head firmly as he explored and teased her warm mouth until she was wiggling against him.
He sucked on her upper lip before releasing her mouth. She made a soft moan of need and arched upwards, trying to take his mouth again. He pulled her head back and tugged lightly on her braided hair.
“How does your arm feel now, little one?”
“It’s very sore my lord. I can hardly stand the pain.” She whispered.
“Hmm, it seems that a kiss is not enough. Perhaps we should try something else.”
“Yes, perhaps.” She responded eagerly.
His hands reached for the buttons on her shirt and he undid them quickly before sweeping the thin fabric down her arms, carefully easing it over the makeshift bandage on her arm.
He reached around her and cupped both of her breasts, his thumbs rubbing against her nipples as she arched her back and moaned. The back of her skull pressed into his shoulder, and he groaned as her small ass ground against his pelvis.
She was squeezing the arms of the chair compulsively as he kissed the top of one bare shoulder, before tugging lightly on both her nipples.
“Ohhh...” She breathed, her back arching again. She turned her head and kissed him hard on the mouth. He returned her kisses as his fingers pulled and teased her nipples.
Bree moaned into James’ mouth. Every time his fingers pulled on her nipples, it sent a throb of pleasure straight to the area between her thighs. She rubbed against him as he continued to torment her nipples until they had darkened to a deep red and were swollen and rock hard.
“Oh please!” She cried. “It aches so much.”
“Spread your legs honey.” He whispered into her ear.
She parted her legs as he slipped his hand into the waistband of her pants. She leaned against him and moved restlessly. His shirt slipped from her arm, revealing smears of blood and her smooth skin. No trace of the cut remained, but neither of them noticed as his fingers circled the curls between her thighs before slipping further down.
She moaned, her pelvis arching into his hand at the first feel of his warm fingers against her skin. He parted the lips of her pussy and found her clit. He rubbed the swollen button lightly as he licked and kissed her throat. He rubbed her clit more firmly as her hands dropped to his large thighs, and her fingers dug into the fabric of his pants.
“Does that help with the ache?” He whispered into her ear.
“Yes! No! I don’t know…” She moaned.
His other hand cupped her left breast, squeezing the firm flesh as he circled her clit with his fingers.
Bree moaned again. Her eyes were clamped shut, and all she could feel was James’ rough fingers against her clit and his warm mouth on the sensitive skin of her throat. Her breath was coming in harsh pants and her hips were thrusting against his hand frantically.
She suddenly grew silent, and then her body was arching up off his lap as her first ever orgasm rushed through her. She twisted and writhed, and he wrapped one arm around her waist to prevent her from falling off his lap.
She collapsed against him and he slipped his hand from her pants and stroked her flat stomach. Her ass was against his cock and he rubbed it lightly against her. When she didn’t object he shifted her until she was sitting on his lap sideways. He stared at her sweet face. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her cheeks were flushed pink. He kissed her swollen mouth as he undid his pants and slipped his cock out. He took her hand and guided it to his throbbing shaft.
“Touch me Bree.” He whispered.
Her cheeks flushed brightly. She bit at her lower lip before wrapping her slender fingers around him, and moving her hand hesitantly back and forth. He groaned loudly and, without opening her eyes, she whispered, “Does that hurt?”
“No.” He bit out. “It definitely doesn’t hurt.”
She took a deep breath and bent her head before opening her eyes. Her mouth opened slightly, and her hand squeezed involuntarily around his cock as she studied it. She ran her thumb over the top of it, frowning a little at the moisture she felt.
James groaned lightly. Her gentle touch was driving him mad with need. He had never been with someone as innocent as her, and he reminded himself that he needed to go slow. He would never forgive himself if he hurt her. It was taking all of his willpower not to throw her down on the bed, part her pale thighs and bury himself deep inside of her. She would be warm and wet and so tight. He groaned again as the need grew inside of him and his cock swelled in her hand.