demonic beacon to his downfall.
That downfall was thrashing in the bed, caught up in some troubling dream. The sheet was tangled around her, shoved to her waist and half off her legs. This wouldn’t have been fatal if Beth hadn’t also torn off her night rail. The muslin lay in shreds around her, as if ripped by an animal.
Sweat enveloped his body in a burning wave. She was more beautiful than he’d dreamed. Her legs were endless: strong but unmistakably womanly. Worse, her hands were squeezed between her thighs, caught in the sheet and tight against her sex. She looked like she was touching herself through the linen, like she was trying to bring herself to release. Her head rolled on the pillow as if she were in pain.
“Please,” she said, which caused his pulse to leap wildly. But she hadn’t woken. She followed the word with a jumble of syllables that didn’t sound like their native tongue.
Charles stumbled forward, hardly knowing what he meant to do. He touched her shoulder as his gaze strayed helplessly to her breasts. They were fuller than he expected, their curves enough to make his mouth water. Her nipples were dark and pointed, like ginger kissed with rouge.
“Beth,” he said, his throat as tight and swollen as his cock. “Beth, wake up.”
Her eyes flew open, but they weren’t seeing him. In the soft glow of the nightlight, her pupils were black and huge.
“I can’t do it,” she said. “I can’t give myself enough pleasure.”
He groaned her name this time, a plea she ignored to resume her thrashing and whimpering. Charles could hardly stand beneath the terrible enticement that roared through him. He braced one arm on the mattress beside her head. Her eyes were closed again, making his battle both easier and harder.
“Beth.” He took hold of the sheet where it draped her thighs, tugging it away from her clutched fingers. “Let me.”
He pushed his hand beneath hers and instantly her legs flung wide. Her pubic curls were wet, her silky folds as hot as fire. His knees sagged onto the bed frame, utterly unable to hold him up. Despite his weakness, he couldn’t stop what he was doing. Her clitoris was ripe and thick. He pressed it hard beneath the pad of his thumb, her juices making the digit slide.
Her weeping slit begged for the probing of his fingers.
She cried out hoarsely when he satisfied the mute request. Her body rolled, plainly liking his touch better than her own. Her hips jerked greedily toward his fingers, so greedily he could feel the tender stretch of her hymen against their tips.
The decent being he was trying to be bit his lip hard enough to bleed.
“No,” he said to both of them, attempting to hold her safely down with his other hand. She was stronger than he expected, more determined. Her flesh tightened around him, a seduction more insidious than a siren’s song.
“Please,” she groaned. “Please, help me.”
Not knowing what else to do, he crawled between her legs and put his mouth on her.
She came then, with a shudder like an earthquake.
“More,” she pleaded, her thighs tightening on his ears until she nearly deafened him. “I need more.”
He gave her more, and more and more, her taste bursting on his tongue, her clitoris so slick and swollen he thought he’d never tire of rolling it on his tongue. This was desire. This was need as strong as iron. Feeling like a sinner who’d been let into heaven by mistake, he ran his hands up her body to squeeze her breasts. The way she writhed at his caresses thrilled him to the bone. She came when he pulled her sharp little nipples and shivered when he licked her slit. Though he hadn’t forgotten how she’d almost pierced her maidenhead, he couldn’t help but curl his thumbs inside her—though only to the first knuckle.
That she liked enough to sob with need.
“Yes,” she cried as he flicked his tongue against the very tip of her clitoris. “Oh, please, do that harder, too.”
He sucked her strongly
That downfall was thrashing in the bed, caught up in some troubling dream. The sheet was tangled around her, shoved to her waist and half off her legs. This wouldn’t have been fatal if Beth hadn’t also torn off her night rail. The muslin lay in shreds around her, as if ripped by an animal.
Sweat enveloped his body in a burning wave. She was more beautiful than he’d dreamed. Her legs were endless: strong but unmistakably womanly. Worse, her hands were squeezed between her thighs, caught in the sheet and tight against her sex. She looked like she was touching herself through the linen, like she was trying to bring herself to release. Her head rolled on the pillow as if she were in pain.
“Please,” she said, which caused his pulse to leap wildly. But she hadn’t woken. She followed the word with a jumble of syllables that didn’t sound like their native tongue.
Charles stumbled forward, hardly knowing what he meant to do. He touched her shoulder as his gaze strayed helplessly to her breasts. They were fuller than he expected, their curves enough to make his mouth water. Her nipples were dark and pointed, like ginger kissed with rouge.
“Beth,” he said, his throat as tight and swollen as his cock. “Beth, wake up.”
Her eyes flew open, but they weren’t seeing him. In the soft glow of the nightlight, her pupils were black and huge.
“I can’t do it,” she said. “I can’t give myself enough pleasure.”
He groaned her name this time, a plea she ignored to resume her thrashing and whimpering. Charles could hardly stand beneath the terrible enticement that roared through him. He braced one arm on the mattress beside her head. Her eyes were closed again, making his battle both easier and harder.
“Beth.” He took hold of the sheet where it draped her thighs, tugging it away from her clutched fingers. “Let me.”
He pushed his hand beneath hers and instantly her legs flung wide. Her pubic curls were wet, her silky folds as hot as fire. His knees sagged onto the bed frame, utterly unable to hold him up. Despite his weakness, he couldn’t stop what he was doing. Her clitoris was ripe and thick. He pressed it hard beneath the pad of his thumb, her juices making the digit slide.
Her weeping slit begged for the probing of his fingers.
She cried out hoarsely when he satisfied the mute request. Her body rolled, plainly liking his touch better than her own. Her hips jerked greedily toward his fingers, so greedily he could feel the tender stretch of her hymen against their tips.
The decent being he was trying to be bit his lip hard enough to bleed.
“No,” he said to both of them, attempting to hold her safely down with his other hand. She was stronger than he expected, more determined. Her flesh tightened around him, a seduction more insidious than a siren’s song.
“Please,” she groaned. “Please, help me.”
Not knowing what else to do, he crawled between her legs and put his mouth on her.
She came then, with a shudder like an earthquake.
“More,” she pleaded, her thighs tightening on his ears until she nearly deafened him. “I need more.”
He gave her more, and more and more, her taste bursting on his tongue, her clitoris so slick and swollen he thought he’d never tire of rolling it on his tongue. This was desire. This was need as strong as iron. Feeling like a sinner who’d been let into heaven by mistake, he ran his hands up her body to squeeze her breasts. The way she writhed at his caresses thrilled him to the bone. She came when he pulled her sharp little nipples and shivered when he licked her slit. Though he hadn’t forgotten how she’d almost pierced her maidenhead, he couldn’t help but curl his thumbs inside her—though only to the first knuckle.
That she liked enough to sob with need.
“Yes,” she cried as he flicked his tongue against the very tip of her clitoris. “Oh, please, do that harder, too.”
He sucked her strongly
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