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Authors: Suz deMello
Tags: Erótica
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rough ceiling of their grotto.
“I s’pose not,” she murmured. “But I don’t want to stop. But I don’t want to hurt myself either.”
“We need not stop, but…”
He withdrew his finger. Empty, she wanted to cry. His bulk rose above her, blocking what little light there was. She heard tearing. What was that?
“This will make it easier, I think.” He wrapped something around her mouth and tied it.
She whimpered, for she could not speak.
“Are ye all right, lass?”
No one had ever gagged her before. The thought was so outlandish that she came close to panic, and she fought to calm her frantic breaths.
He untied the cloth. “Can ye remain quiet without this?”
She paused. “No, I think not.”
“All right, then.” He again passed the cloth around her head and knotted it. This time he kept his hand in her hair, anchoring her as well as protecting her head from the stone floor. His grip wasn’t harsh but oddly enjoyable.
He held her immobile and quiet while he kissed her breasts. Did she like it?
Yes, she did. She liked everything, the long, nibbling kisses on her nipples, which heated then flamed in response to his biting, sucking and licking. And she found an odd freedom in the loss of part of her liberty to someone she trusted. She was sure she wouldn’t hurt herself while she gave herself to ecstasy, for Dugald would keep her safe.
She slid her hands into his long, dark hair and played with the locks.
“Ah, that’s good.” He sighed.
She caressed his head while he sucked one nipple and then the other until she arched her back, shoving her breasts harder into his mouth. He chuckled gently, not at her, she realized, but in sheer enjoyment and delight.
He liked making her feel good.
That thought was new and very exciting. She had always believed that men took their pleasure of women and gave nothing back but their seed. That a man—her man—would enjoy her delight was a wonderful thought.
He stopped sucking hard and licked. Her body shuddered and she repressed a cry.
“Ah, lass.” He sighed, and blew on her breasts.
The tips cooled, hardened, tingled. She wanted to scream but couldn’t. Instead she responded with a deep, soft groan, undulating beneath him. His free hand slipped down her body and his fingers again found the curls on her mound. He tugged gently and she moaned. How had he known that touching her in that way would turn her body into a burning brand? She hadn’t known herself.
His hand went lower to explore the folds, his fingers sliding with ease over a spot that drew another groan. He lingered there, stroking softly. Warmth spread outward and upward from her…cunny to her stomach and her breasts. Already tingling, they’d grown intolerably hard. She wanted, needed his mouth there. Everywhere.
He kissed her lips again while his hand, his wonderful, experienced hand, did things to her that drew her whimpers, sucked out her breath and forced her to scrunch her eyes tight shut so she could focus on nothing except that one tiny point of blazing heat between her legs.
That blaze grew into a roaring fire that burned all of her. Then a finger again thrust inside her and, oh, she felt so completed by having part of him inside her. She writhed against his fingers, pushing hard, until she shuddered and groaned. Rainbows and falling stars pulsed behind her eyelids. She panted around the gag and despite her inhalations the world darkened around those glimmering lights.
She was floating, her body weightless yet quivering with bliss. Warmth surrounded her before Dugald loosened her clenched hands from his hair and settled his weight upon her, moving very carefully. She opened her thighs wider to accommodate his body and felt something prod at her opening. Not his hand, but…his…his cock. She sighed around the gag.
“All right, lass?” His lips were close to her ear, his hand still beneath her head, cradling it, cradling her, keeping her safe.
She nodded and turned her
“I s’pose not,” she murmured. “But I don’t want to stop. But I don’t want to hurt myself either.”
“We need not stop, but…”
He withdrew his finger. Empty, she wanted to cry. His bulk rose above her, blocking what little light there was. She heard tearing. What was that?
“This will make it easier, I think.” He wrapped something around her mouth and tied it.
She whimpered, for she could not speak.
“Are ye all right, lass?”
No one had ever gagged her before. The thought was so outlandish that she came close to panic, and she fought to calm her frantic breaths.
He untied the cloth. “Can ye remain quiet without this?”
She paused. “No, I think not.”
“All right, then.” He again passed the cloth around her head and knotted it. This time he kept his hand in her hair, anchoring her as well as protecting her head from the stone floor. His grip wasn’t harsh but oddly enjoyable.
He held her immobile and quiet while he kissed her breasts. Did she like it?
Yes, she did. She liked everything, the long, nibbling kisses on her nipples, which heated then flamed in response to his biting, sucking and licking. And she found an odd freedom in the loss of part of her liberty to someone she trusted. She was sure she wouldn’t hurt herself while she gave herself to ecstasy, for Dugald would keep her safe.
She slid her hands into his long, dark hair and played with the locks.
“Ah, that’s good.” He sighed.
She caressed his head while he sucked one nipple and then the other until she arched her back, shoving her breasts harder into his mouth. He chuckled gently, not at her, she realized, but in sheer enjoyment and delight.
He liked making her feel good.
That thought was new and very exciting. She had always believed that men took their pleasure of women and gave nothing back but their seed. That a man—her man—would enjoy her delight was a wonderful thought.
He stopped sucking hard and licked. Her body shuddered and she repressed a cry.
“Ah, lass.” He sighed, and blew on her breasts.
The tips cooled, hardened, tingled. She wanted to scream but couldn’t. Instead she responded with a deep, soft groan, undulating beneath him. His free hand slipped down her body and his fingers again found the curls on her mound. He tugged gently and she moaned. How had he known that touching her in that way would turn her body into a burning brand? She hadn’t known herself.
His hand went lower to explore the folds, his fingers sliding with ease over a spot that drew another groan. He lingered there, stroking softly. Warmth spread outward and upward from her…cunny to her stomach and her breasts. Already tingling, they’d grown intolerably hard. She wanted, needed his mouth there. Everywhere.
He kissed her lips again while his hand, his wonderful, experienced hand, did things to her that drew her whimpers, sucked out her breath and forced her to scrunch her eyes tight shut so she could focus on nothing except that one tiny point of blazing heat between her legs.
That blaze grew into a roaring fire that burned all of her. Then a finger again thrust inside her and, oh, she felt so completed by having part of him inside her. She writhed against his fingers, pushing hard, until she shuddered and groaned. Rainbows and falling stars pulsed behind her eyelids. She panted around the gag and despite her inhalations the world darkened around those glimmering lights.
She was floating, her body weightless yet quivering with bliss. Warmth surrounded her before Dugald loosened her clenched hands from his hair and settled his weight upon her, moving very carefully. She opened her thighs wider to accommodate his body and felt something prod at her opening. Not his hand, but…his…his cock. She sighed around the gag.
“All right, lass?” His lips were close to her ear, his hand still beneath her head, cradling it, cradling her, keeping her safe.
She nodded and turned her
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