I pulled him toward the gold brocade settee, sat upon it, and spread my legs wide to his view.
“My sweet cunt, Monsieur Bertrand. It’s aching for your lips and tongue. Lick it, and I promise you will be handsomely rewarded.”
“To taste your sweet nectar is reward enough, my lady.” He bent to the task. “Ah, yes, let me see that lovely quim. So beautiful.”
Amelia, as he swiped his tongue across my pussy, I tingled all over. His lips were magical, tantalizing me to new heights in sensation. Soon his finger was inside me, stroking my wet channel, as he lapped at my tight bud. He sucked it, licked it, all the while sliding his tongue around my quim.
Within minutes, I burst into climax, nearly flying to the heavens and back. Still he licked me as I flew again and again, until I begged him to stop.
“Please, sir, I cannot go on. I must have your cock inside my aching pussy!”
“Your wish is my command, my lady.” Though still fully dressed, he unfastened his trousers and let them fall to his ankles. With one swift thrust, he plunged his cock inside me.
The sweet fullness, Amelia. He was quite big, larger than Broderick or Miles, and though my virginity has long been gone, I confess I felt like I was being taken for the first time. So hard were his thrusts, so large his member, that I screamed in joyful agony.
Thank goodness, Amelia, that Auntie is as deaf as a stone and the servants would never dare barge in. I expect I was making quite a ruckus. He fucked me with hard, long strokes, and soon I came again, and then again.
When I could take it no longer, I begged him to release. He withdrew his cock and furiously pumped it in his fist. Soon his seed spurted like a milky fountain onto my belly.
“Oh, sir,” I said, “that was the most lovely fucking I’ve had in some time. I do so look forward to our next art lesson.”
Dearest Amelia, I must take my leave now, as I have errands to attend to. And then on the morrow, another art lesson with Monsieur Bertrand.
Until then, I am affectionately yours,
Prudence
Chapter 3
Alexandra couldn’t stifle a soft chuckle, though it ached in her belly. The accident had clearly taken its toll on her body. Stiff and conventional Evan would never dare unfasten her garments, but what choice did he have? They needed to get out of their sopping clothes or risk catching cold. Plus she was uncomfortable as the dickens with her many layers clinging to her skin in a soggy mess.
“Come now,” she said, “surely you’ve undressed a woman before.”
Evan breathed in deeply and seemed to hold it for a few moments before he spoke. “Whether I’ve undressed a woman is certainly no concern of yours.”
“It would certainly be helpful if you had, because then you won’t have any problem now. And Evan, I must be free of these clothes. I’m dreadfully uncomfortable.”
He nodded. “Of course. Turn around.”
She complied, and he gingerly unfastened her outfit.
“You’ll need to loosen my corset strings.”
He breathed in again. “Of course.”
Once she was sufficiently able to disrobe, she turned to face him. “You’ll need to look the other way until I tell you otherwise.”
Though the thought of Evan seeing her nude gave her little shivers, she knew it wouldn’t happen. He was a gentleman through and through. No need to peek over her shoulder to make sure he wasn’t looking. Besides, if she didn’t peek, she could delude herself that perhaps he was stealing a look.
She hastily discarded her wet clothes and wrapped herself in a makeshift toga. “You can turn around now.” She draped her wet clothes over two of the chairs.
Evan didn’t quite meet her gaze as he picked up another set of linens. He cleared his throat. “I guess I need to tell you to turn around now.”
The task proved more difficult than Ally imagined. Evan stood, his blond hair dripping wet and plastered against the beautiful contours of his cheeks. His wet clothes were pasted to the muscular lines of his magnificent body. To watch him peel them from his tan maleness…
Goodness, Ally! “Of course,” she said, and turned toward the bed.
The bed.