Lady Alexandra's Lover (Sex and the Season #3) - Helen Hardt Page 0,18
an instant, he pushed his thick member into my cunt.
I cried out in pleasure as he pounded me, fucked me, pushed that hard cock into my tight depths. Climax over took me, and I soared to nirvana.
“My lady! My lady!” Joshua cried with one last thrust, and then he pulled out, and his warm cream spurted over my bum and back.
We three fell in a heap together, all of us breathing rapidly.
“Thank you for a wonderful afternoon, good sirs,” said I. “I think next time it is I who shall have a reward for you.”
And now, dear Amelia, I must close…and come up with a suitable reward for the kind sirs who showed me such pleasure.
I remain yours, affectionately,
Prudence
Chapter 6
Evan let out a sigh. As much as he wanted her, he had to keep his head rational. “It’s one thing to give you pleasure with my mouth, Alexandra,” Evan said. “It’s something else altogether to take your virginity—to ruin you.”
“For goodness’ sake, you’re not taking anything. I’m giving it.”
Lord, she wasn’t helping. He’d had enough women to know that they got as aroused as men did. He had no doubt she wanted this. His fear was for her regret, which would come later. She could not take this back.
“You need to think about this.”
“I’m tired of thinking, Evan. I just want to do for once, without considering all the dratted consequences. I want you. I want you to make love to me.”
He wasn’t made of iron! He bent toward her and kissed her. Her mouth was so sweet and inviting, warm and smooth. He could kiss her forever and never grow tired of it, and here they were, both naked, both aroused. Alone in the world…
“Are you sure?” he said against her soft lips.
“Very sure. Take me. Please.”
He thrust into her.
“Oh!” she gasped.
“I’m so sorry. But it’s best to get it done quickly. The pain will subside.”
“Yes, yes, I know. Oh my!”
The urge to withdraw and thrust back in overpowered him. He felt like a wild boar in rut, unable to control his actions, devolving to his very basest instincts.
Yet he held himself still, letting her get used to the fullness. “Tell me when you’re ready, sweet.”
“I’m fine. Truly. I know it’s uncomfortable the first time. I was expecting it.”
Sweat dripped from his brow. He could hold off no longer. He withdrew and plunged back in.
Sweet heaven, she felt like she’d been perfectly cast to hold him, the tightness and suction so exquisite he could have spent with the first thrust. He breathed in deeply, concentrating. When he felt slightly more in control, he pulled out and thrust back in once more.
“Better?” he asked.
“Yes, yes. It doesn’t hurt so much. It just feels…full.”
“Normal.”
“But I craved it so, Evan. Shouldn’t it do more than hurt? Or feel full?”
He chuckled against her smooth neck. “Don’t worry, sweet. It will.” He thrust once more, wincing to keep from losing it. He had to keep going, had to make it good for her.
He kissed her lips lightly and pinched one of her nipples. And another thrust.
She gasped. Yes, there she goes. She’s starting to feel what it’s truly about. He withdrew, thrust, withdrew, thrust.
“Oh, yes!” she gasped.
“Good, sweet?”
“Oh, Evan. It’s so…so… When you push down you hit that lovely spot… Oh!”
Hold on, old man. Keep it going. It’s good for her. Make it last.
But as much as he wanted to keep going, he could bear it no longer. He thrust mightily and spent inside her welcoming pussy with a loud groan.
He collapsed atop her but quickly moved. His weight would be too much for her to bear. She was hardly frail, but he was a big man. Though it pained him, he pulled out and slid to the side, lying beside her.
“I hope I didn’t hurt you too badly.”
“No, no,” she sighed. “It was wonderful.”
“No regrets?”
“Not a one. You?”
He smiled. “No man alive would regret that. You’re absolutely lovely.”
He rose, tore off a small piece from one of the linens, and moistened it in rainwater from the slipper tub.
“Here,” he said when he returned, “let me take care of you.”
“Goodness, it’s cold.”
“Yes, I’m sorry about that.” He wiped the small smudges of blood from her. “There. Are you in any pain?”
“Not really. I just feel deliciously used.”
He discarded the rag and lay back down beside her. She curled into his arms and snuggled against his shoulder. He closed his eyes and smiled. He couldn’t remember ever feeling quite so content.