It was a little awkward trying to take off his stockings and breeches – he forgot which order they went on – but then he was finally naked, standing at the foot of the bed as Dorothy finally laid her eyes on him. He watched as he realised he was as bare as she was, her eyes darkening as her mouth fell open. Slowly, she sat up and shifted to the edge of the bed. Lucas wanted to grab her, but he kept his hands by his sides. This was for her. He wanted Dorothy to touch him of her own volition.
He almost forgot how to breathe when Dorothy touched his chest with both hands. Her fingers carefully explored his body, seeming to trace every part of him as they made their way down his chest and belly. Lucas didn’t think his cock would be able to cope if she actually touched him there.
It was getting harder to stay still while she ventured forth.
“You’re beautiful,” Dorothy breathed as her hands moved to his hips. “I wasn’t expecting this.”
“What were you expecting?”
“I don’t know. Something else, but not this.”
Her hand brushed against his cock, and Lucas hissed. Dorothy paused.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No, you didn’t.” Lucas swallowed, unable to take his eyes off Dorothy staring at his erection. “I’m so close to ravishing you. I’m hanging on by a thread.”
Dorothy didn’t say anything for a moment, still staring at his cock. Then she moved onto her knees, leaning on Lucas’ chest as she brushed her lips over his.
“Then snap the thread,” she whispered.
Lucas groaned and gripped her arms.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.” Her gaze was unblinking. “Just don’t be too … enthusiastic. Not just yet.”
Lucas would have done anything Dorothy wanted at this moment. She was naked in his arms and wanted him. He would do whatever she desired.
Taking her mouth fiercely, he laid her on the bed, shifting before her thighs. His cock brushed against her entrance, and Dorothy wriggled, mewling against his mouth. Her legs were trembling, and Lucas adjusted them around his waist, lifting her hips towards him as he slowly entered her.
Dorothy’s head fell back, her eyes closed as pleasure passed across her face. Lucas rolled his hips and eased back before pushing inside her again. He saw a flicker of discomfort, but then it was gone, and Dorothy was gripping his shoulders, her legs tightening around his waist.
“Dorothy?” Lucas stilled. “You alright?”
“Don’t stop.” Dorothy opened her eyes and looked at him. “Don’t even think about stopping.”
Groaning, Lucas grabbed her hands, pinning them above her head as he kissed her. Then he started moving again. Her body clamped around his cock so snugly that he was feeling dizzy. Dorothy seemed to move with him, her legs hitching higher up his back and her hips coming off the bed. It was almost like she knew this dance and was perfect at it.
She’s not going to do it with anyone else. Only with me.
They were both moaning now, their bodies soon slapping together as Lucas shifted up and began to jerk his hips more. Dorothy’s eyes were closed again, a flush starting up along her face and neck, spreading down to her breasts.
God, she was beautiful.
She climaxed a moment before Lucas’ pleasure came crashing down around him, tightening at the base of his spine before exploding. Gripping her hips, Lucas kept Dorothy still as he shuddered through his own climax, the sensations feeling like his head was going to explode. Then he slumped over, trying to keep his weight off her as he rested his head on the bed. His heart felt like he had been running.
For a while, neither of them moved or said anything. Then Dorothy’s trembling hands touched his back.
“Lucas?”
“Are you alright?” Lucas lifted his heavy head. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No, you didn’t.” Dorothy sounded out of breath. “You?”
“I’m fine.” Lucas brushed her hair off her forehead. She was sweating. “It might take a while to make it look like you haven’t been thoroughly ravished.”
“Thoroughly ravished?”