by Linda Sole
‘I know there may be pain the first time,’ she said, ‘but I want you – I want all of you, Robert.’
And then he was entering her. She did indeed feel slight pain but it was nothing and passed away as soon as he kissed her. Feeling him slide inside her to the hilt was shocking but thrilling and she cried out, arching beneath him as she invited him to take her where he would. His rhythmic thrusting grew more frantic as his passion let loose and then he cried out and she clung to him as her body shook with such an exquisite pleasure that she felt as if she had lost herself and was part of him.
They lay clasped together for some time and then Robert kissed her and rolled away. She turned on her side to look at him.
‘Are you pleased with me?’
‘I should rather ask if I pleased you,’ he said. ‘You were perfect, just as I always knew you would be.’
‘How often can we do that?’ she asked, and he laughed pleased with her innocent eagerness.
‘Perhaps several times a night,’ he told her, ‘but not tonight, because it was your first time and I would not make you sore…but in a minute I will show you another way to love.’
‘Is it as good?’ she asked, and stroked his bare arm.
‘Some ladies like it more,’ he said, ‘but we shall see what you think, my love. If you would spread your legs for me…’
She obeyed and wondered as he slid down the bed, her eyes widening as she realised what he meant to do. She cried out with pleasure as he lavished her with his tongue and held his head as the mounting pleasure made her writhe and beg beneath him. At last, when her release came, she lay back and closed her eyes.
‘I see I pleased you, my lady,’ Robert said close to her ear.
Annabel turned her head so that she could look into his eyes. ‘Yes, very much – but I still like it best when you…’ she blushed. ‘I suppose we couldn’t…or perhaps I ask too much?’
‘You wish is my command,’ he said and drew her to him. She felt the burn of his arousal against her and laughed with pleasure. Suddenly, she understood so much.
‘We shall be very happy shan’t we?’ she whispered as his kisses teased her. ‘Oh, Robert, I am so very glad you came back to me for Christmas. Your muff was a wonderful surprise, but having you make love to me was so much better…’
He laughed and proceeded to show her that she had only just begun to experience the delights in store for her.
Linda writes as herself, Anne Herries, Lynn Granville and Anne Ireland.
She hopes you have enjoyed this little bit of Christmas nonsense and invites you to comment through the contact button at her website
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