Page 37 of Mistress of Misfortune

So that was what he would put inside her body, as the animals did. Meredith had suspected as much, although she had not anticipated his cock would be quite so large. “Does this happen now?”

“Sometimes, if the man and woman have great need.” He cradled her breast in his hand. “We have no reason to hurry. This is your first time, my lovely girl, and I want to make it memorable.”

“I should like that.” She cleared her throat. “Do you mean to kiss and fondle me before we attempt these other matters, sir?”

“I should like to, very much.” Thorne brushed his thumb over her pebbly nipple. “This part of you wants to be kissed and fondled, and suckled, does it not?”

The thought of Alistair's mouth on her breast made Meredith feel a little dizzy. “I believe it might, sir.”

“You will watch me do this to you,” he said before he lowered his mouth and enveloped her nipple. At the same time his hand began gently squeezing the mound of her breast around it.

The feel of his tugging and suckling caused Meredith to shiver violently, and now she could feel a definite wetness down there. She had seen mothers in the village nursing their babies in such fashion, of course, but the sight of Alistair sucking at her breast engendered far fewer tender feelings. On the contrary, at present she thought she might shriek out with crazed need.

Alistair lifted his head and moved his mouth to her other breast. Before he touched it, he said, “Tell me what you feel when I do this to you, Meredith.”

“I feel very heated inside,” she admitted, and took in a sharp breath as he commenced with licking and sucking and fondling. “The wetness you spoke of is becoming most pronounced. I want something, quite desperately, but I do not know what it is, exactly.”

He made a rough sound and rolled his hips against hers, again stroking her most intimate place with the long, thick shaft of his penis.

“Oh, Alistair.” Something down there sent a jolt of aching pleasure through her. “Do that again, please.”

He did so, and then took his mouth from her breast and watched her face as he reached down between them with his hand. “You may enjoy more direct stimulation for now.”

“What are you doing.. Oh,” she gasped as she felt his fingers parting her folds. “You are fondling me down there?”

“Yes. I very much want to touch you between your legs.” He used his fingers to probe and stroke her. “Does this feel good to you?”

“I…I’m not certain.” She felt entirely wicked now for permitting him to intimately caress her in such a private place. “Your fingers are becoming very wet from me.”

“That is to be expected,” he assured her. “I enjoy the feel of any part of you on my skin. Such contact makes my cock cry for you.”

This revelation astounded her. “It weeps?”

“Yes.” His eyelids drooped and his voice went low and soft. “Put your hand on me and you will feel it.”

She raised her brows. “I am permitted to touch you as well?”

He chuckled. “You may touch me and kiss me and do anything you please with me, Meredith. Anywhere.”

“May I look upon you, then?” She felt brazen for asking, but he had given her permission to do as she wished. “I have never seen a man unclothed.”

Alistair drew back the covers, rather slowly, Meredith thought. Likely he expected her to be shocked or scream or have the vapors, or perhaps all three. But as he exposed his body to her, she found the only difficulty she had was with breathing properly.

“Oh, my.” She admired the hard-muscled planes of his chest, and the flat narrow span of his belly, but it was his erect manhood springing into view that held her utterly riveted. “Alistair.” She reached out and gently touched the shaft with just the tips of her fingers before meeting his narrowed gaze. “You are made so very large.”

“Desiring you makes me thus.” His eyes shifted to the other half of the covers that still draped her. “May I look upon you as well?”

“I am nothing to you,” she warned him, “but yes, if you wish.”

“I think you are mistaken.” Alistair slowly exposed her naked form, his hand returning to caress the small, hard mounds of her breasts. “Yes, here is the evidence. These are quite lovely.”

“My mother thinks I am rather small-bosomed,” she said. “But I rather like them. They should never pop out of anything, which pleases me. I do not care for larger ladies who so often tempt Fate with the depth of their necklines. May I put my hand on you again?”

He traced a circle around one of her nipples and sighed. “If you do, I may disgrace myself.”

Meredith frowned at him. “Have we not both done so thoroughly already?”

“I meant, I may lose control and spill my seed on your hand,” he clarified. “Your touch is somewhat unbearably arousing, my dear.”