sputtered. “How can you see me, Rowena?”
“’Tis best this way. If I cannot see with my eyes, Edgar, my
touch will tell me ‘tis you I make love with.” Running her hands down his
sides, she murmured, “If nothing else, Edgar, I would recognize this.”
“This what?”
“Your chest. Your hairless chest.”
Finding blindness sharpened her other senses, Rowena felt
Edgar’s hands explore her body as if he too were blindfolded. Using only his
fingertips, he examined her ears. That light touch tickled yet left her
yearning for…a firmer touch, perhaps? His breath, both warm and cool,
whispering over the shell? His tongue making her imagine him licking her
everywhere?
Oh yes! She’d not experienced that herself. But the
maids whispered about the indescribable pleasure being licked and nuzzled,
nipped and sucked… there brought them. Rowena shivered just thinking
about it.
Should I ask him to feast on me? Oh no, ‘tis too brazen.
He’ll think me—
“I love the way your nipples rise when I look at them.”
“They do not.” About to close her arms over her aching
peaks, she felt his hands circle her wrists. He pressed her arms to her sides.
“You gave yourself into my care, Rowena. Trust me now to
pleasure you.”
“I…I do trust you.”
“Then remain still until…until you feel compelled to move.”
He stroked her breasts, all around her aching nipples. She
did not need to see to know they were rigid and longing for his lips. She
shivered with delight and anticipation. Waited for what seemed an eternity.
Unable to stand his silence, she said, “Wouldst suckle me,
m’lord?”
“Aye, sweeting.”
She smiled, sighed and arched her back.
His low chuckle whispered down her belly.
“Open your legs, Rowena. Spread them wide to show how much
you want me between your thighs.”
She felt a blush heat her entire body. Yearning for that
pleasure he’d promised, she obeyed.
Taking her hands, he placed them on her nether curls. She
tried to pull free, but his grip tightened slightly and she stilled.
“Hold yourself open for me.” When she shook her head, he
added, “You will like what happens next.”
“I cannot bear you seeing me.”
“Later, I shall let you look your fill of my cock. It will
show you how much it wants in your beautiful sheath.” He guided her fingers to
her bud, showed her the pleasure she could bring herself.
While she explored her little nub, delighting in the heat
building deep inside her, she felt him part her inner lips then ease his finger
into her channel.
“Hot and wet, sweeting. Juicy and needing.”
“Ohhh God,” she whimpered.
“I can smell your arousal, Rowena.” Withdrawing his finger,
he held it under her nose.
If heat had an aroma she could smell it now. Guiding his
hand to her nether curls, she whispered, “More, Edgar. P‑Please.”
“Hold yourself open and I shall give you more.”
She complied, eager to have him complete this wondrous
lesson. Feeling him shift, his hair brushing her thighs, she thought she might
die before he even began. She heard him inhale. His breath whispered over her pleasure
nub. When his tongue flicked over its tip, she bucked and felt his teeth close
around her.
Moaning, she thrust her hips up, groaning when he lapped her
from her opening to her nubbin. The heat threatened to engulf her. Little mews
of Sweet God, how good… escaped her lips. Grew louder as the pleasure
increased.
“Let your juices flow for me, Rowena. Give me your sweet essence.”
He stroked her nipples. She shattered.
Chapter Five
“Which tree? Bartholomew’s balls! Which tree?”
Edina felt a rush of air before she heard it. She started to
turn, but a deep voice warned, “Look straight ahead.” She felt something sharp
press against her spine and feared she might faint.
“Gerard?” Her voice shook as badly as her knees.
“If it pleases you, by all means call me Gerard.”
The soft voice held the trace of an accent. Was it
“’Tis best this way. If I cannot see with my eyes, Edgar, my
touch will tell me ‘tis you I make love with.” Running her hands down his
sides, she murmured, “If nothing else, Edgar, I would recognize this.”
“This what?”
“Your chest. Your hairless chest.”
Finding blindness sharpened her other senses, Rowena felt
Edgar’s hands explore her body as if he too were blindfolded. Using only his
fingertips, he examined her ears. That light touch tickled yet left her
yearning for…a firmer touch, perhaps? His breath, both warm and cool,
whispering over the shell? His tongue making her imagine him licking her
everywhere?
Oh yes! She’d not experienced that herself. But the
maids whispered about the indescribable pleasure being licked and nuzzled,
nipped and sucked… there brought them. Rowena shivered just thinking
about it.
Should I ask him to feast on me? Oh no, ‘tis too brazen.
He’ll think me—
“I love the way your nipples rise when I look at them.”
“They do not.” About to close her arms over her aching
peaks, she felt his hands circle her wrists. He pressed her arms to her sides.
“You gave yourself into my care, Rowena. Trust me now to
pleasure you.”
“I…I do trust you.”
“Then remain still until…until you feel compelled to move.”
He stroked her breasts, all around her aching nipples. She
did not need to see to know they were rigid and longing for his lips. She
shivered with delight and anticipation. Waited for what seemed an eternity.
Unable to stand his silence, she said, “Wouldst suckle me,
m’lord?”
“Aye, sweeting.”
She smiled, sighed and arched her back.
His low chuckle whispered down her belly.
“Open your legs, Rowena. Spread them wide to show how much
you want me between your thighs.”
She felt a blush heat her entire body. Yearning for that
pleasure he’d promised, she obeyed.
Taking her hands, he placed them on her nether curls. She
tried to pull free, but his grip tightened slightly and she stilled.
“Hold yourself open for me.” When she shook her head, he
added, “You will like what happens next.”
“I cannot bear you seeing me.”
“Later, I shall let you look your fill of my cock. It will
show you how much it wants in your beautiful sheath.” He guided her fingers to
her bud, showed her the pleasure she could bring herself.
While she explored her little nub, delighting in the heat
building deep inside her, she felt him part her inner lips then ease his finger
into her channel.
“Hot and wet, sweeting. Juicy and needing.”
“Ohhh God,” she whimpered.
“I can smell your arousal, Rowena.” Withdrawing his finger,
he held it under her nose.
If heat had an aroma she could smell it now. Guiding his
hand to her nether curls, she whispered, “More, Edgar. P‑Please.”
“Hold yourself open and I shall give you more.”
She complied, eager to have him complete this wondrous
lesson. Feeling him shift, his hair brushing her thighs, she thought she might
die before he even began. She heard him inhale. His breath whispered over her pleasure
nub. When his tongue flicked over its tip, she bucked and felt his teeth close
around her.
Moaning, she thrust her hips up, groaning when he lapped her
from her opening to her nubbin. The heat threatened to engulf her. Little mews
of Sweet God, how good… escaped her lips. Grew louder as the pleasure
increased.
“Let your juices flow for me, Rowena. Give me your sweet essence.”
He stroked her nipples. She shattered.
Chapter Five
“Which tree? Bartholomew’s balls! Which tree?”
Edina felt a rush of air before she heard it. She started to
turn, but a deep voice warned, “Look straight ahead.” She felt something sharp
press against her spine and feared she might faint.
“Gerard?” Her voice shook as badly as her knees.
“If it pleases you, by all means call me Gerard.”
The soft voice held the trace of an accent. Was it
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