A Gentlewoman's Pleasure (4 page)

“Oh, my dear man…oh Ethan,” she wailed, holding on tighter to him, her rock in this strange new ocean of sensual pleasure so freshly discovered. Hazily, she was aware of her nails digging into his skin and tears of emotion squeezing from the corners of her eyes.

And when she opened her eyes, her glasses were misted again.

For a little while they lay together, not moving. Ethan’s fingers were still resting lightly in her sticky cleft, and against her thigh, she felt his cock pressing against her, burning hot and completely restored to rampant vigor. But he didn’t pressure her to receive him. He just let his flesh, latent with power, rest against her.

Capsized in contentment as she was, Lucy gradually began to take more and more notice of his hardness. There he was, all at readiness. Could her senses cope with another round of ecstasy so soon? Could her maiden body receive so sizable a member?

Well, there was only one way to find the answers to those questions.

“Do you think you might be able to service me in the time-honored way now, perhaps?”

Ethan chuckled, a low masculine rumble of amusement. Was she being too forward? She didn’t see how that was possible. In this situation, it seemed that a bit of female initiative was more than welcome. He certainly hadn’t been shocked or horrified when she’d sucked his cock.

“I’m quite certain of it, my dear. In fact, I think I’ll go quite cross-eyed with lust if I don’t do so immediately.” His long fingers moved against her, stirring the embers. Not that they needed it. She was suddenly all afire for whatever he had to offer, whether it be his touches and caresses, or the ultimate conclusion.

But he continued to stroke her and rouse her, bringing a fresh flow of silky dew to her eager puss. In a still, quiet, assessing corner of her mind, she nodded approvingly at his technique. She’d told him she was a maid, and he was attempting to assure her an easy first time. In her heart and soul and senses, she almost wanted to howl at him to just get on with it, but his thoughtfulness still induced a strange shiver that wasn’t in the slightest bit to do with the flesh.

“I’m ready, Ethan,” she said, pulling at his wrist in an attempt to urge him to replace his fingers with another part of his anatomy.

“I hope so,” he said, sitting up, his handsome face more serious. “I’ll be careful, but I don’t want to hurt you….” He pursed his lips, and then leaned over her more closely, cradling her face with the very fingers that had touched her. “You have nothing to fear from me, Lucy. I’m clean and healthy, and I’ll pull out in time to stop you getting pregnant.”

Those considerations had never crossed her mind, she admitted, thinking how naive and foolhardy she must seem to him. It was a good job that one of them had at least retained a modicum of good sense and reality in this most unreal of encounters.

“Thank you,” she said, placing her hand over his. “And I do trust you, Ethan,” she added, meaning the words completely.

With a kiss on her forehead, he sealed their pact, and then leaned back again, to divest himself of his clothing.

Stockings, breeches and drawers, they all came off quickly. He moved with a blend of grace, and obvious hunger to be rid of them. When he was bare, he threw himself down beside her again, an object of sublime male beauty, all golden skin and perfect rippling muscle. Running her hand down his flank, Lucy wondered whether he might be something of a naturist. She’d first noticed when he was bathing that he was quite sun-kissed all over, his skin color even and sleekly glowing.

“Do I meet with your approval?” He smiled at her, and then set his hand to his cock, as if displaying it as a treasure laid before her.

“Eminently, as you well know.” If she were not so avid to experience the carnal act, she would have hungered to kiss and lick him once again. Gripping his hip, she urged him toward her. “Please, Ethan, lie with me. I’m anxious to know what it’s like to be possessed by a man.”

“Then you shall, dearest heart, you shall.”

Strong and gleaming, he moved over her, and she spread her thighs wide to accommodate him. Poised there, his kissed her lips, her cheek, the side of her neck, while his warm cock brushed against her, nudging her thighs and her female curls as he moved and kissed and breathed. She could feel the satin moisture at his tip dampening her skin.

But still he didn’t thrust in. Instead her reached down to fondle her again, playing with the little bud that was the source of all sensation most intense. He meant to ready her to the utmost of his abilities, and she knew a lesser man would not have been so courteous.

“Please, I’m ready,” she whispered, “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Very well…” It was almost a sigh, and as he spoke, Lucy felt the firm press of his cock against her entrance. Somehow the sensation of it gave an impression that it was far larger than it looked.

A moment of apprehension gripped her, but she braced her spirits and squashed it, and when Ethan started to push, she pushed back, just as determinedly.

There was pain. She’d expected that. But nothing like the piercing agony the young ladies at her Mademoiselle’s Collegiate had spoken of in dramatic whispers, all those years ago. It was a sensation of pressure, a relentless pressure, a discomfort, but the fierce expression on Ethan’s face only fired her own ferocity. Reaching behind him, she grabbed his firm backside and urged him on, almost throwing her hips at him in a reciprocal surge.

“I’m hurting you,” he gasped, and she felt him hesitate.

“No, you are not!” She threw the lie back at him, redoubling her efforts. Guided by instinct, she ran her fingertips down the central division between his buttocks, and tickled the little vent there in an encouraging action.

Ethan roared and his hips plunged like a steam-driven hammer. Her virgin barrier instantly yielded. Sharp pain flared for a second, but she ignored it, still pushing upward, wanting, wanting, wanting his flesh inside her.

“Oh my dear, oh my dear,” he chanted in her ear, his body stilling as he reached his depth inside her.

Lucy could not speak, only lie there, lost in wonder.

She was possessed by a man, joined with him, feeling his solid unbending flesh lodged deep inside her. She’d never expected this, never expected another man after her former sweetheart to ever want her. Although on hearing of its pleasures from the Ladies’ Sewing Circle, she’d always hoped and dreamed that a chance might come.

Tears welled in her eyes, and she reached up to snatch off her spectacles and toss them aside so she could dash away the drops. Above her, Ethan’s face became a blur, but she could still see the shadows of concern, despite that. “Don’t worry,” she said, reaching up and touching his cheek, “I’m weeping because I’m happy. Not because I’m sad.”

“Are you sure?”

“Completely… You’re my rescuer, dear Ethan, my savior. You’ve saved me from the curse of being an old maid who never knew the pleasure of a man.”

Kissing her, he laughed. “Nonsense, my dear, you’re a handsome and desirable woman, and clearly all the men you’ve encountered thus far are undiscerning fools, unable to see a treasure set before them.”

Lucy’s laughter was a little damp, but heartfelt. It was difficult to remain lachrymose with the delicious sensation of a big sturdy cock inside her, stretching her.

“In that case, I choose to believe you,” she answered, the urge to wriggle around, rub herself against him, and explore the effect that had on their joined bodies becoming overwhelming. She squirmed against the feather mattress, and clung on hard to Ethan’s back and his bottom. Within, she flexed other muscles experimentally, and her moan blended with Ethan’s at the result.

“Ooh…ooh, yes, what a temptress you are,” he panted in her ear. “You feel so delicious, so exquisite, when you do that. Are you sure you’re not a seasoned courtesan with a hundred wicked tricks at your disposal?”

“No…not that…” She clenched herself around him, loving the way ripples of pleasure seemed to flood her entire cleft and tug on the center of her pleasure, “Just a quick study, with a hitherto undiscovered aptitude.”

“God almighty…I’ll say so!” Ethan jerked inside her, starting to thrust, moving in and out and creating a whole new arpeggio of sumptuous tingles. Even without her spectacles, she could see him gritting his teeth. “I…forgive me…you feel so particularly wonderful that I’m not sure I can hold on all that long.” He slid a hand beneath her buttocks, pressing her against him for a series of fast, deep lunges that bumped him hard against her most sensitive part.

Lucy’s heart seemed to turn over. Could she ever have asked for a more thoughtful lover for her first time? She didn’t think so. The Ladies’ Sewing Circle had discussed the shortcomings of men, as well as their finer qualities, and it seemed that some gentleman just took what they wanted without reference to their partners. Ethan Oakley, however, considered
her
pleasure above his own.

“Why hold back at all?” She hugged him harder, tucking her head in against his neck and kissing him there, her tongue lapping at the sweat of his exertions. “You’ve pleasured me already…and well…I’m hoping that we’ll do this again. More than once…”

“By heaven we will, you goddess! We will!”

As if taking her permission, Ethan began to thrust furiously—to
fuck
her, as he growled so eloquently in her ear along with a wide variety of other robust and thrilling epithets. The words were exciting, and rude, and held a power of their own that only added to the intensity of the moment. Lucy found herself murmuring some of them back to him, much to his obvious delight in her sensual prowess.

Of course such a rambunctious ride could never have lasted long, and within a few moments, the sensations tightened and gathered and swirled like whirlpool. Ethan cried out incoherently, his body pounding her, and at the very last second pulled out abruptly to release his essence against her belly. Almost at her own crescendo, Lucy jammed her parted thighs around the tensed muscle Ethan’s thigh and rocked her puss against him until she reached the dazzling peak. Flexing her legs, she thrust against him almost as hard as he’d thrust into her, and soared again and again, shouting his name as she spent in glorious waves.

After a moment, they fell back against the bed in a tangle of limbs, their chests heaving, sweat and sensual fluids drying on their hot skin. Lucy’s eyelids fluttered, but she didn’t regret the absence of her spectacles. She was too exhausted and too dazed to look at anything, and she could see everything of Ethan with her mind’s eye.

And she would see him thus forever, lying over her, eyes brilliant, face a vision of male beauty, contorted by passion. This was but a temporary liaison, a brief idyll out of time, she accepted that; but at least she had that vision, and these hours, to remember. Far better to have at least known pleasure and passion—and perhaps a form of love, even, however fleetingly—than to have gone through life never knowing, never feeling.

As she wound herself around him, silently thanking him for his grace and kindness, Ethan stirred, then drew himself into a sitting position and looked down at her. She could discern a slight frown on his indistinct features.

“How do you feel, dearest?” He brushed her hair back from her brow, fingers tender and careful, and then stroked her cheek.

“Wonderful. I feel perfectly glowing. How about you?”

He laughed, clearly amused by her assertive manner. Perhaps he wasn’t used to forceful modern women who asked questions, and asked for what they wanted, even if that included sexual servicing.

“I feel the same.” He took her hand and kissed it. “I only wish I could have made it better for you.”

“Good gracious man, what on earth are you talking about?” She twisted the hand that held hers, and kissed it in turn. “That was all quite sublime. Far, far better than I could ever have wished or hoped for.”

He tilted his head. “But I wanted you to spend with me inside you. That was my goal. And instead you had to make your own pleasure.”

Lucy sat up and faced him. “I’m completely happy, Ethan. I doubt that any woman could wish for a better initiation and more considerate lover.” She gave him what she hoped was a seductive and alluring smile. “But if you do feel that there were any shortcomings to your performance…as I said, we can do it again shortly, when we’ve both had time to recover.”

Ethan’s smile was unmistakable, and when Lucy cast around for her spectacles, and fitted them on, it almost dazzled her. He really was the most stunningly handsome creature.

“You’re the most splendid woman, Lucy,” he said, pulling her close again, and giving her a quick hard kiss on the lips that set the serpent of her desire, most dear and benign, a-coiling and a-twisting in her loins again, “And I shall endeavor to surpass myself, then, when we’ve recovered. But first, I think we should eat and recharge our energies…for I’m famished and I would imagine you are too.”

Famished for you,
thought Lucy, although even as the idea passed through her mind, her stomach rumbled.

“I do believe I’m starving,” she cried happily. “Let’s take lunch and then we can reconvene.”

What followed was the finest meal of her life, even though all it amounted to was bread and cheese, a couple of apples, and a glass or two of a rather indifferent wine. Taken with this man she suddenly so adored, it was like consuming the ambrosia and the nectar of the gods.

“I’m afraid I’m still hungry,” said Ethan a short while later when Lucy had been convinced they were both replete.

She glanced toward the remains of their repast, spread out across the bed, where they’d been eating, both still naked. There wasn’t much left. “Well, there’s a morsel or two of cheese remaining. I’ve had sufficient. Do take it.”

“No, cheese won’t do. I have in mind something far more savory. More delicious and far more rarified.” He gave her a long, arch look that seemed to drift down her body like a mysterious beam of heat…and then settled unerringly on the cluster of curls at the base of her belly. When he licked his firm, lush lips so slowly and lasciviously that it made her heart skip, Lucy suddenly realized what it was for which he hungered.