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“Let me spoil you… That’s half the fun for me. I like to see a woman’s eyes sparkle when she opens a box of new jewels, or when she shows off a new gown.”
He unfastened the laces of her stays and she shimmied out of her petticoats, which made him chuckle from behind her. The place between her legs throbbed in response to him as if her body knew and understood something her mind hadn’t yet learned.
“Remove your boots, stockings and chemise,” he said. She bent and removed her worn, black boots and peeled down the thin stockings before she held her breath and lifted her chemise over her head and let it drop to the floor. She could feel his eyes on her body from behind, like a tangible caress.
“You … are …beautiful,” he murmured. She peered at him over her shoulder at the sound of awe in his voice.
“I am?” she dared to respond.
Arthur’s gray eyes were dark with passion as he gestured for her to face him. She did, but blushed as she realized her breasts and her lovely body were bared to him.
“Absolutely stunning,” he assured her. He reached out, almost hesitantly, to brush the backs of his fingers over one of her nipples. That same bolt of desire shot through her again and he groaned softly, as if sensing how that single caress had made her feel.
“Making love to you may kill me, Matilda, but I can’t seem to find the will to care. What a way to die.” He seemed mesmerized by her naked body, and a strange little thrill of feminine power replaced much of her fear.
Unsure what to do next, she gasped in surprise as he lifted her up by the waist and placed her on the edge of his bed. Her new height brought her mouth to the same height as his own. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her softly, almost sweetly, but there was a hint of wickedness to it by the way he used his tongue. She was vaguely aware of his hips moving between her parted thighs, opening her further. After a moment she calmed and simply enjoyed the kiss.
“That’s it, just relax and lay back,” he encouraged when he finally lifted his head from hers. He pressed a gentle palm on her shoulder, urging her to lie down on the bed.
“Are you going to—”
“Not yet,” he replied, seeming to sense her question, and he was quick to reassure her. His continual efforts to put her at ease surprised her.
“Lie back and keep your legs open for me, darling.” He spoke so soothingly that she could relax, even though she closed her eyes in the silly, childish thought that it would hide her from him.
His large hands settled on her knees, his palms warm on her skin. “Just breathe and enjoy when I’m about to do.” It was her only warning before he bent between her thighs and his mouth kissed her lower belly, making a searing path down to her mound.
“My lord…” She groaned helplessly as his lips sucked on the tight bundle of nerves that she’d only ever dared to touch herself when alone. His laughter was soft and hot against her wet flesh.
“Hmmm,” he almost purred. “I like it when you call me my lord.” His lustful words made her bite her lip to keep from making a sound of protest or encouragement.
He flicked his tongue against the folds of her sex before licking her deeply and she let out a shriek as that frightening pleasure began to build. Arthur laid one palm flat on her stomach and slid it slowly up between her breasts to lightly hold her down on the bed when she tried to sit up. She arched her back, her breasts jutting up as she thrashed her head back and forth on the bedspread.
He continued to torture her with his mouth until she couldn’t stand it anymore. The climax exploded out of her as though a cannon had fired in the room. Her very world rumbled with the sheer force of it. She collapsed back, limp and exhausted, on the bed as he pressed more kisses up her body. Then she felt his lips tug on one sensitive peak as he nipped her lightly with his teeth. Matilda forced her eyes open and glanced down the length of her body to see Arthur sucking at her breast. His long, dark lashes fluttered as he suddenly looked up at her. Their gazes locked as he continued to suck. Her womb clenched in a fresh spasm of desire at watching him. How could her body recover from the first time so quickly?
He released her nipple with a soft pop of his lips and then he stood, still positioned between her thighs. He removed his clothes quickly, letting her enjoy the view of his body as he bared it. He was sculpted to perfection, with muscles rippling in places she’d never imagined someone could even have muscles. And he was so very large. His height, his limbs, his muscles and even that male part of him… She felt dwarfed by his size.
“Easy, darling,” he chuckled. “Don’t be frightened. You’ve come this far… We can go a little farther if you trust me. Do you trust me?”
Did she? She had no rational reason to, but strangely in this bed with him now, she did. He lifted her so she was sitting up, and he kissed her. Soon she was lost in that kiss, completely forgetting her fear until she felt something thick and heavy nudge the folds of her sex. She started to pull back to see what it was, but Arthur made a soft humming sound at the back of his throat and gripped her neck, holding her so he could continue to kiss her. And then she really felt it, the pressure, the thickness of his shaft pushing into her tightness. She squirmed, not liking the burning feeling deep inside her. He exhaled against her lips, and then she shrieked as he thrust deep. He held very still then, cradling her against his chest gently, and made soft sounds of comfort as he told her the worst was over. The burning pressure inside her eventually eased and Arthur cupped her face in his hands and peered deeply into her eyes.
“Are you still hurting?” he asked. “I had to do it quickly to get it over with it.” His eyes were, despite their passionate haze, full of remorse for hurting her.
“It doesn’t hurt, not as much…” she confessed. Matilda shifted experimentally and the little role of her hips made his cock move inside her. The pain faded and other, far better sensations began to ripple through her. She lifted her eyes to his, full of wonder at the feeling.
“Wh—what does it feel like for you?” she asked and then blushed wildly as she realized she’d asked him something sinful and far too intimate.
“I imagine it’s the closest to heaven a man like me can ever get.” He nuzzled her nose with his and then kissed her again before he gently eased her back onto the bed.
“Watch me take you, Matilda. Watch me fill you,” he murmured, his voice slightly rough.
She lay back and when she looked down the length of her body, she saw his large cock sliding out of her. She whimpered at the sudden, strange sense of loss but a moment later, he was easing back in. She felt sore, but the pressure and pain were gone. His hands slowly lifted her legs up and letting her ankles rest over his shoulders. He gripped her thighs with his hands, holding her as he penetrated her deeply. It felt incredible and she couldn’t stop from giving a soft little gasp.
“Fuck,” he cursed softly as he fully seated himself inside her and his hips bumped up against her bottom and the back of her thighs. “Touch yourself, Matilda,” he commanded. “Touch those beautiful breasts for me,” he growled.
Her hands went to her breasts and she cupped them, pressed them together, and then he pumped into her again.
“Yes, play with yourself, darling, let me see you enjoy this.”
