across them only on their outside skin until he felt the moist inner edges of her mouth open to him. Now, with her mouth so sweetly relaxed under his, he returned to kissing in his own, educated rhythm, each kiss purposeful, each a conquest. Only when she stirred in his arms with an unmistakable fever of impatience did he finally use his tongue again, so gently that it was almost stealthy, an invasion that was sobrief, so slight and yet so piercing that she cried out in rapture.
“Let me feel your tongue,” he commanded. “I want it in my mouth.”
“I can’t! Oh, I can’t do that.”
“Yes, you can, just once. Here, I’ll show you how,” he insisted, and plundered her more deeply with his tongue, but slowly, carefully, retreating as often as he pushed forward, until he felt the tiny, timid flicker that told him that she had gathered the courage to do as he wanted. He made no sign that he had noticed until the little touch came again, stronger and bolder this time, and still he did nothing. The third time that Eve darted her tongue into his mouth he took it between his lips and suckled on it as if it were her nipple.
Alain was voracious, and yet he held himself severely in check. Only her lips, only her tongue, he said to himself, first only that, he thought with savage purpose as he felt himself reeling. An hour ago Eve had not known how to kiss. Now he could tell by the involuntary movement of her pelvis that there was nothing he couldn’t do to her tonight. Gradually he made himself pull away from Eve, for she was faint with passion that she didn’t understand was passion, mad with lust that she didn’t know was lust, greedy with need that she didn’t know was need.
“No, Alain,” she begged, “don’t stop.…”
“Wait here. I’ll only be a minute.” He disappeared into his bedroom. There was always one sure way, he thought, as he opened the buttons of his trousers and released his hugely distended organ, always one way to keep from finishing too soon. He stood in front of the washstand in the corner and rapidly handled himself, while he thought of Eve’s still unseen body. In seconds it was over and he had gained time to enjoy in full the pleasure he had denied himself for too many nights. Trembling, he poured a little water from a pitcher, washed and dried himself, rebuttoned his fly, and returned to the other room where Eve still lay on the sofa.
Gently he took her in his arms and gently he began to kiss her again. It was possible to be gentle now. He was pleased with his self-control. The second time was invariably better, and took so much longer, even with a woman who knew what she was doing. His short absences from many a bedroom had gained him a reputation as a lover beyond equal.
Alain’s deft, experienced fingers undid more of the tinybuttons that ran down the front of Eve’s blouse. Soon they were all open and he freed her from the belt that was clasped so tightly around her waist. She lay passive in his arms as he gradually undressed her between kisses. Her lack of knowledge, and the wine she had gulped, rendered her as incapable of helping him as she was unwilling to stop him. She had no idea what he was going to do to her, but whatever it was, she knew beyond question that it was her destiny to obey him.
Eve was too modest to look down at herself, but she felt that her breasts had been freed from her lacy undergarments and now had no covering except the unbuttoned blouse that he still let her wear. The filmy material grazed her naked nipples and they rose without her knowing it. She closed her eyes as she heard her skirt and her petticoat fall to the floor. Blindly she submitted as Alain gradually stripped her of everything but the blouse, taking time to slowly reveal each new and marvelous part of her young body, feeling himself grow steadily more excited with a focused, intent voluptuousness he could now prolong indefinitely.
He was careful not to stop kissing her lips at
“Let me feel your tongue,” he commanded. “I want it in my mouth.”
“I can’t! Oh, I can’t do that.”
“Yes, you can, just once. Here, I’ll show you how,” he insisted, and plundered her more deeply with his tongue, but slowly, carefully, retreating as often as he pushed forward, until he felt the tiny, timid flicker that told him that she had gathered the courage to do as he wanted. He made no sign that he had noticed until the little touch came again, stronger and bolder this time, and still he did nothing. The third time that Eve darted her tongue into his mouth he took it between his lips and suckled on it as if it were her nipple.
Alain was voracious, and yet he held himself severely in check. Only her lips, only her tongue, he said to himself, first only that, he thought with savage purpose as he felt himself reeling. An hour ago Eve had not known how to kiss. Now he could tell by the involuntary movement of her pelvis that there was nothing he couldn’t do to her tonight. Gradually he made himself pull away from Eve, for she was faint with passion that she didn’t understand was passion, mad with lust that she didn’t know was lust, greedy with need that she didn’t know was need.
“No, Alain,” she begged, “don’t stop.…”
“Wait here. I’ll only be a minute.” He disappeared into his bedroom. There was always one sure way, he thought, as he opened the buttons of his trousers and released his hugely distended organ, always one way to keep from finishing too soon. He stood in front of the washstand in the corner and rapidly handled himself, while he thought of Eve’s still unseen body. In seconds it was over and he had gained time to enjoy in full the pleasure he had denied himself for too many nights. Trembling, he poured a little water from a pitcher, washed and dried himself, rebuttoned his fly, and returned to the other room where Eve still lay on the sofa.
Gently he took her in his arms and gently he began to kiss her again. It was possible to be gentle now. He was pleased with his self-control. The second time was invariably better, and took so much longer, even with a woman who knew what she was doing. His short absences from many a bedroom had gained him a reputation as a lover beyond equal.
Alain’s deft, experienced fingers undid more of the tinybuttons that ran down the front of Eve’s blouse. Soon they were all open and he freed her from the belt that was clasped so tightly around her waist. She lay passive in his arms as he gradually undressed her between kisses. Her lack of knowledge, and the wine she had gulped, rendered her as incapable of helping him as she was unwilling to stop him. She had no idea what he was going to do to her, but whatever it was, she knew beyond question that it was her destiny to obey him.
Eve was too modest to look down at herself, but she felt that her breasts had been freed from her lacy undergarments and now had no covering except the unbuttoned blouse that he still let her wear. The filmy material grazed her naked nipples and they rose without her knowing it. She closed her eyes as she heard her skirt and her petticoat fall to the floor. Blindly she submitted as Alain gradually stripped her of everything but the blouse, taking time to slowly reveal each new and marvelous part of her young body, feeling himself grow steadily more excited with a focused, intent voluptuousness he could now prolong indefinitely.
He was careful not to stop kissing her lips at
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