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He sighed in pleasure and dropped his head to kiss her. His tongue invaded her, thirsty, dancing with hers, searing. He kissed her repeatedly while his arms pulled her closer, meshing their bodies. One of her hands immersed in his soft jet-black hair, the other remained in his chest, enjoying it. He groaned. Everything coming from her transformed in pure delight.
The kiss stopped and Hugh touched his forehead to hers. “Sarah, I’m going to take you.” He breathed hard. “I’m going to take you because the want of you is killing me.” His hand entangled in her hair, pulling it softly, so that her head bent back even more and their eyes met at close range. “Tell me you’ll let me…” His voice hoarse, grave, seductive.
She did not blink. She did not think. Did not care. “Yes, my lord.”
He lifted her in his arms in a quick movement and placed her delicately on her cot. It thudded hard, but he did not give a damn, for she lay on it. He kicked his shoes, getting rid of his shirt and lay down. He would force himself to go slow. He would make sure he would pleasure her.
He started by taking his time undressing her. Bit by bit. Piece by piece. He unbuttoned her dress, as he trailed kisses along her neck. Dress on the floor, he concentrated on her chemise. He lowered it, enchanted by the sight of her small firm breasts under the candlelight. They were peaked. He palmed his both hands on them feeling their texture, their size, their warmness. Slowly, his hands lowered with the chemise. He took down her plain drawers in the process, to reveal her lean thighs. Brown hair marked her femininity.
Sarah fast heated up. The fervent look in his eyes with every part of her body revealed, his caresses, his dark hair falling on his forehead were melting her and pooling in her middle. She sat up and extended her hands to undo his fly. This got her breast near his mouth and he did not waste time. She went in overdrive. She lowered his trousers together with his underwear and freed his erection that she had longed so much to touch again.
He moaned on her breasts. She embraced him holding his head in place, while her
stocking-ed legs circled his buttocks. They fell back on the bed, glued to each other. Sara felt so empty, she wanted to have all he made her feel over and over again. She motioned her middle getting near him as much as she could, pleading with her body.
This drove Hugh crazy. His mouth grabbed her breast sucking it in desperation. She continued undulating under him. He lifted his head. “Sarah, wait for a moment!” He breathed out. Heedless, her head fell, arching her body. “You’re going to undo me!” She smelled desire; she tasted surrender. So hard his member dripped.
He lowered his head to her middle, his hands separated her thighs and his mouth came down on the core of her.
Sarah eyed him in awe. When his mouth touched her sex, she rocketed to heaven and back to a hell of want. He licked her until she felt such an unbearable pleasure. She knew what would to come, so she moved her buttocks to meet his tongue. He drove her to the edge…and stopped. He finished undressing himself in urgent movements.
She twisted on the bed in misery. He finally came to her. He positioned himself and entered her in one long thrust. The pleasure it brought her so intense that it obliterated the strangeness of her first time.
Hugh felt her so tight, she threw him in an agony of delight. He only hoped he could make it. Naturally sensuous, she matched him in intensity. He kept moving, her legs holding him tighter, deeper. He panted. She breathed hard, moving twisting, seeking. He paced on the edge on insanity.
Sarah flushed even more. Heat gathered on her skin; a wave coming from deep inside her. He moved deeper, faster. She moaned a little louder, his mouth came on hers to absorb her sounds. She exploded so utterly, that she squeezed him in waves.
This hurried the end of him. He thrust once more and spilled profusely in her. He fell on her completely spent.
They remained clutched to each other for a long time. Hugh felt amazed. He had never had such spontaneous, fulfilling sex with anyone before. He had never felt so free and so satisfied either. He had a smile on his face as he rolled on the cot, bringing her with him. She wove her arm around his neck.
He looked at her, her hair spread on his chest, her head lying there, too. “Are you alright?”
She sighed and nodded, her hands caressing his lean arm. He pulled her closer, his hand going over the smooth skin of her back. He wished he could stay there forever, hard cot and all.
He looked at her rough bedside table and saw a book there. He took it. “The Sorrows of Young Werther?”
She lifted her face to him. “Goethe is one of my favourites.” She looked beautiful with her hair falling all around her.
“You do have an inclination for the Romantics, don’t you?” It felt so…cosy talking books with her. Glad thing he could have such a conversation with a woman. In bed.
“I think they’re very authentic in their expressions.”
Her hands started playing with the hair in his chest. A wave of tenderness invaded him. “I read the last novel by Charles Dickens. His realism surprised me.” He admitted.
She nodded in acknowledgement. “I read Dickens. He writes about my social class, I know much about it. I prefer to read about things I haven’t experienced.”
It had never hit him that Dickens wrote about the very people that surrounded him all day. People with whom he had been in contact all his life. He could not blame her for wanting a different reading, that would bring her experiences that she’d probably never have in her life.
“Well, I cannot disagree with that.” As he put the book back on her bedside table, he saw blood in her inner thighs. A mixture of guilt and smugness spread in him. He could not decide if he had the right to take her virginity, but he felt…content to be her first.
So, he stood up, neared the simple pitcher and basin on a small table at the corner, immersed a cloth in the water, drained it and came back to bed.
Incapable of stopping staring at his magnificent body under the candlelight, she delighted in him. His broad shoulders, his narrow hips, his long lean legs and his member, which begun to react under her scrutiny. Their eyes met with thousands of unspoken messages.
He came back to bed and started cleaning her. First her inner thighs and then, delicately, he cleaned her sex. Her breath quickened at the sensations that arose again in her body.
“Are you sore?” He looked fixedly at her sex.
