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her violet eyes glowing with a hungry passion that stole the very breath from his lungs. Suddenly he was hesitant, doubt growing as he realized his experience with women was a mere pittance compared to Josephine’s with men. Would she find him terribly lacking? Could he satisfy her? Did he even know how to satisfy her?
As if she could sense his pending withdrawal, Josephine grasped his shoulders, her slender fingers wrapping around the hardened muscle, and pulled him slowly, insistently down. “Do not think,” she whispered, nuzzling the sensitive flesh that lay between his neck and collarbone. “Love me, Traverson. Love me as you have always wanted to.”
Her hips bucked suggestively, arching up into his arousal, and he gritted his teeth against the sheer, intoxicating pleasure of it all.
Pushing his doubts aside he fell upon her, tearing the sheer fabric of her gown away to expose the thin chemise that lay beneath. Her dusky nipples were clearly visible and, gently guided by her knowing hands, he lowered his head to suckle first one and then the other until Josephine cried out his name.
With a growl Traverson reared up and ripped her chemise open, tearing the delicate stays until her breasts spilled forth, her nipples already damp and glistening in the afternoon sun. She writhed beneath him, her clever fingers reaching down, down, down until she was able to slip beneath the waistband of his trousers and stroke along his hardened length.
He trembled, his palms splaying flat across the ground as he braced himself against the heat that clutched greedily at him, threatening to spill his seed before his cock ever felt the silken wetness of Josephine’s sex.
“Do you like that?” she cooed, the suggestive gleam in her eye telling him she knew exactly how close he was to coming as her hand worked up and down his arousal.
“Stop,” he groaned, reaching between them to catch her wrist in an iron clad grip that left her pouting. Lifting her arm above her head, he captured her other hand with ease and, holding her pinned beneath him, slipped his own fingers beneath her skirts, pushing them up until they bunched around her thighs. “You are not wearing any undergarments,” he said, the shock on his face mirroring the shock in his voice as his fingertips trailed up against one bare thigh, the feel of her skin like the smoothest of silk.
“Oh dear,” she said, not looking apologetic in the least. “I must have forgotten to put on my drawers this morning. You shall simply have to – oh,” she gasped as he found the core of her and easily slipped one finger inside to stroke, “oh Traverson… Yes…
Keeping doing… Yes, just like that.”
He joined another finger with the first, thrusting back and forth until Josephine writhed beneath him, tossing her head from side to side in mindless pleasure. She strained against his hold on her wrists, frustration showing in the set of her mouth and the little line that creased her forehead. Suddenly she stiffened, her eyes slanting closed, her lips parting…
Traverson felt the heart of her sex clenching as she teetered on the edge, but he denied her release with a low chuckle as his fingers withdrew. The power of controlling the uncontrollable surged through him like a lightening strike, and even when Josephine’s eyes widened in distress and she begged him to touch her, to take her, to ravish her, he took dark delight in bringing her to the brink again and again, only to deny what she craved at the last second.
Only when she had been reduced to mewling little pants of breath and her body was a quivering mass of unsatisfied arousal did he remove his pants and release her wrists. She was on him in an instant, her nails clawing down his back to his buttocks as her teeth found his ear and nipped painfully.
“I will make you pay for that,” she hissed, and Traverson barely suppressed his smile. Make him pay for keeping her from coming again and again? He was counting on
As if she could sense his pending withdrawal, Josephine grasped his shoulders, her slender fingers wrapping around the hardened muscle, and pulled him slowly, insistently down. “Do not think,” she whispered, nuzzling the sensitive flesh that lay between his neck and collarbone. “Love me, Traverson. Love me as you have always wanted to.”
Her hips bucked suggestively, arching up into his arousal, and he gritted his teeth against the sheer, intoxicating pleasure of it all.
Pushing his doubts aside he fell upon her, tearing the sheer fabric of her gown away to expose the thin chemise that lay beneath. Her dusky nipples were clearly visible and, gently guided by her knowing hands, he lowered his head to suckle first one and then the other until Josephine cried out his name.
With a growl Traverson reared up and ripped her chemise open, tearing the delicate stays until her breasts spilled forth, her nipples already damp and glistening in the afternoon sun. She writhed beneath him, her clever fingers reaching down, down, down until she was able to slip beneath the waistband of his trousers and stroke along his hardened length.
He trembled, his palms splaying flat across the ground as he braced himself against the heat that clutched greedily at him, threatening to spill his seed before his cock ever felt the silken wetness of Josephine’s sex.
“Do you like that?” she cooed, the suggestive gleam in her eye telling him she knew exactly how close he was to coming as her hand worked up and down his arousal.
“Stop,” he groaned, reaching between them to catch her wrist in an iron clad grip that left her pouting. Lifting her arm above her head, he captured her other hand with ease and, holding her pinned beneath him, slipped his own fingers beneath her skirts, pushing them up until they bunched around her thighs. “You are not wearing any undergarments,” he said, the shock on his face mirroring the shock in his voice as his fingertips trailed up against one bare thigh, the feel of her skin like the smoothest of silk.
“Oh dear,” she said, not looking apologetic in the least. “I must have forgotten to put on my drawers this morning. You shall simply have to – oh,” she gasped as he found the core of her and easily slipped one finger inside to stroke, “oh Traverson… Yes…
Keeping doing… Yes, just like that.”
He joined another finger with the first, thrusting back and forth until Josephine writhed beneath him, tossing her head from side to side in mindless pleasure. She strained against his hold on her wrists, frustration showing in the set of her mouth and the little line that creased her forehead. Suddenly she stiffened, her eyes slanting closed, her lips parting…
Traverson felt the heart of her sex clenching as she teetered on the edge, but he denied her release with a low chuckle as his fingers withdrew. The power of controlling the uncontrollable surged through him like a lightening strike, and even when Josephine’s eyes widened in distress and she begged him to touch her, to take her, to ravish her, he took dark delight in bringing her to the brink again and again, only to deny what she craved at the last second.
Only when she had been reduced to mewling little pants of breath and her body was a quivering mass of unsatisfied arousal did he remove his pants and release her wrists. She was on him in an instant, her nails clawing down his back to his buttocks as her teeth found his ear and nipped painfully.
“I will make you pay for that,” she hissed, and Traverson barely suppressed his smile. Make him pay for keeping her from coming again and again? He was counting on
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