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words surprised him.
    “ La petit mort, ” she said.
    “Why, Lady Lennox,” he said. “Wherever did you learn such a term?”
    “From the maid.”
    Alton threw back his head and laughed, then trailed a finger down her chin. “Hmm. I knew Betsy was a good choice.”
    He sat up and looked down at the woman he loved. She was still tightly bound in her boned corset. Turning her over, he began undoing the laces.
    “Damn corsets,” he said. “I’d outlaw the things if I didn’t think I’d bring down the wrath of every female in the country.”
    When she looked back, puzzled, he winked at her. “No need to be demure now, love.” After a moment, the stays were undone and the halves of the boned garment opened like a shell to reveal a smooth back and a tiny waist.
    “Turn over, Penelope,” he said, and was pleased when she slowly obeyed. Her hands were cupped over her breasts. His cock was rock hard now as he watched her play the unwitting coquette. “Move your hands. The man who loves you means to look upon your breasts.”
    Slowly she complied. Alton could not help but draw a sharp breath when he saw the breasts he’d been fantasizing about since the maid had described them. They were perfection, these symmetrical globes crowned with large areolas the color of claret, the nipples tight nubs begging to be relaxed by the heat of his mouth.
    The confinement of his pants was actually hurting him. Rising to his knees, Alton loosened his breeches, watching Penelope’s eyes grow wide at her first sight of his shaft.
    “Do you know what this is called?”
    She nodded. “That’s your cock,” she said.
    “That’s right,” he said, gripping the base of it. He was pleased to see Penelope studying it, rather than shrinking back in fear.
    “You’ll put that inside of me?” she asked.
    He suppressed a smile. Penelope did not have to be experienced to see that her future husband was well endowed, or to wonder how the thick length of him would fit inside of her.
    “May I…” She put a hand out tentatively, and then cried out when his cock bobbed as if seeking to meet her touch. Now Alton could not help but laugh at her wide-eyed expression, or how her hand retreated.
    “You may,” he said.
    He never imagined that so innocent a touch could feel so erotic. As Penelope’s fingers brushed him, Alton’s balls tightened, and it took all his will not to expel the seed that threatened to surge from within. Her hand slid underneath him, grazing his firm balls and then cradling his cock as if it were a sacred object. She looked up at him in wonder.
    “It’s hard,” she said. “But your skin is so soft. And these…” One delicate finger traced the ridge of a vein traversing his length. “Does it hurt?”
    “No,” he said quietly. “Just as your pussy gets wet and slippery when you are excited, my cock grows hard and long and engorged.”
    She looked up, her expression one of a schoolgirl who’s just had an epiphany. “So… my pussy gets wet so your cock will slide in more easily?”
    What a vocabulary she was developing. He chuckled at her frankness. “Yes, my pretty one; that is exactly right.”
    “Will it hurt me?” she asked.
    “There’s a piece of skin inside you, close to the opening of your pussy, that my cock will breach. But I’ve checked, and it is minimal, my dear. I am certain the moment’s sting you’ll experience will be brief. After that, there will be only pleasure.”
    “My body aches for you,” she said. “If you wanted to… tonight…”
    Oh, how he wanted to. Alton reached down to lift her breasts, flicking first one nipple and then the other with his tongue before gently kissing both perfect peaks. She was ready. He’d felt her arousal, could smell it. His cock was so hard it ached. Waiting was the hardest thing he’d ever had to do. But he would do it for her, and he told her so.
    “I made a promise,” he said. “I said I would preserve your virginity until our wedding