she whispered provocatively.
His cock hardened.
“I’m warm, and growing hotter by the minute,” she murmured.
James felt his erection buck.
“I think we’d both feel better if we got some fresh air. Why don’t we take a stroll in the garden?” She reached into her décolletage and produced a key to the private Grosvenor Square garden.
“Won’t you be missed, Emily? . . . It’s your ball?” James wondered if he could walk.
“Balls can be such fun.” She stroked the key across the swell of her exposed breasts. “I’d like to play with yours, Jamie.”
“And I’d like to play with yours, my beauty.” I’ll walk if it kills me!
There was such a crush of guests—all arriving in the supper room at the same time—that the young couple was able to slip down the stairs and out the front door unobserved.
Emily unlocked the garden gate, took James’s hand, and led him beneath a chestnut tree.
He pulled her into his arms, and dipped his head to capture her mouth in a hungry kiss. She opened her lips and he slid his tongue inside to experience his first French kiss. It was so arousing, he pressed her back against the tree trunk and rubbed his hard cock against her soft belly.
Emily slid her hand down between their bodies to caress his erection. “You are so big, Jamie. Is this your first time?”
He had too much male pride to admit it, and allowed her to open his trousers and take his cock in her hand.
“It would be a shame to waste it, don’t you think?”
“I do indeed.” He pulled up her voluminous skirt and was both shocked and thrilled to find that she was naked beneath her gown. James rubbed his erection back and forth between her legs, and his thumb caressed her mons.
Emily began to gasp. She thrust against him, and then cried out her release.
James felt rampant. He opened her cleft with impatient fingers and was about to thrust inside her, when she pulled away.
“No, James! I can’t let you spill your seed in me.”
“I can’t stop now!” he groaned in an agony of need.
“I’ll take care of you, Jamie.” She dropped her skirt. “Let me have your coat.”
It seemed an odd request, but he removed it and handed it to her.
Emily dropped it onto the grass and sank down before him on her knees. She licked the head of his cock, circled it with the tip of her tongue, and then she drew the hard length of him into her mouth and began to suck.
James had never known such ecstasy existed. “Don’t stop,” he gasped, as he held her head captive. When his climax came, it was so hard he shuddered for a full minute.
Emily tucked his limp cock back into his trousers, and then she helped him into his coat. “Let’s go back up. I fancy some strawberries with that cream I just had.”
“You go ahead. We shouldn’t show up together.” This time I know I’ll find walking next to impossible.
As he staggered up the last few steps of the elegant staircase, Harry spotted him.
“No wonder you went out for some fresh air. I know it’s unusual for me, but I’ve never been so bored in my life.”
James gave his sister a serene smile. “There’s a first time for everything, Harry.”
The following evening, Harry joined Rachel in the library. “Here is the book you wanted to read.”
“I’m thrilled you have Wollstonecraft’s Thoughts on the Education of Daughters.”
Harry handed her a second book. “We also have A Vindication of the Rights of Woman. I can’t believe you’ve never read them. They are required reading for every female. Mary Wollstonecraft firmly believes that the physical desirability that society imposes on us is the means by which male domination enslaves us.” Harry winked. “I personally believe it is the other way about.” She picked up a book from the desk and carried it to a deep-cushioned, brass-mounted library chair.
“What are you reading?” Rachel asked.
“It’s a brand-new book that just arrived. It’s by Barbara Leigh Smith: A
His cock hardened.
“I’m warm, and growing hotter by the minute,” she murmured.
James felt his erection buck.
“I think we’d both feel better if we got some fresh air. Why don’t we take a stroll in the garden?” She reached into her décolletage and produced a key to the private Grosvenor Square garden.
“Won’t you be missed, Emily? . . . It’s your ball?” James wondered if he could walk.
“Balls can be such fun.” She stroked the key across the swell of her exposed breasts. “I’d like to play with yours, Jamie.”
“And I’d like to play with yours, my beauty.” I’ll walk if it kills me!
There was such a crush of guests—all arriving in the supper room at the same time—that the young couple was able to slip down the stairs and out the front door unobserved.
Emily unlocked the garden gate, took James’s hand, and led him beneath a chestnut tree.
He pulled her into his arms, and dipped his head to capture her mouth in a hungry kiss. She opened her lips and he slid his tongue inside to experience his first French kiss. It was so arousing, he pressed her back against the tree trunk and rubbed his hard cock against her soft belly.
Emily slid her hand down between their bodies to caress his erection. “You are so big, Jamie. Is this your first time?”
He had too much male pride to admit it, and allowed her to open his trousers and take his cock in her hand.
“It would be a shame to waste it, don’t you think?”
“I do indeed.” He pulled up her voluminous skirt and was both shocked and thrilled to find that she was naked beneath her gown. James rubbed his erection back and forth between her legs, and his thumb caressed her mons.
Emily began to gasp. She thrust against him, and then cried out her release.
James felt rampant. He opened her cleft with impatient fingers and was about to thrust inside her, when she pulled away.
“No, James! I can’t let you spill your seed in me.”
“I can’t stop now!” he groaned in an agony of need.
“I’ll take care of you, Jamie.” She dropped her skirt. “Let me have your coat.”
It seemed an odd request, but he removed it and handed it to her.
Emily dropped it onto the grass and sank down before him on her knees. She licked the head of his cock, circled it with the tip of her tongue, and then she drew the hard length of him into her mouth and began to suck.
James had never known such ecstasy existed. “Don’t stop,” he gasped, as he held her head captive. When his climax came, it was so hard he shuddered for a full minute.
Emily tucked his limp cock back into his trousers, and then she helped him into his coat. “Let’s go back up. I fancy some strawberries with that cream I just had.”
“You go ahead. We shouldn’t show up together.” This time I know I’ll find walking next to impossible.
As he staggered up the last few steps of the elegant staircase, Harry spotted him.
“No wonder you went out for some fresh air. I know it’s unusual for me, but I’ve never been so bored in my life.”
James gave his sister a serene smile. “There’s a first time for everything, Harry.”
The following evening, Harry joined Rachel in the library. “Here is the book you wanted to read.”
“I’m thrilled you have Wollstonecraft’s Thoughts on the Education of Daughters.”
Harry handed her a second book. “We also have A Vindication of the Rights of Woman. I can’t believe you’ve never read them. They are required reading for every female. Mary Wollstonecraft firmly believes that the physical desirability that society imposes on us is the means by which male domination enslaves us.” Harry winked. “I personally believe it is the other way about.” She picked up a book from the desk and carried it to a deep-cushioned, brass-mounted library chair.
“What are you reading?” Rachel asked.
“It’s a brand-new book that just arrived. It’s by Barbara Leigh Smith: A
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