Courting Kit

He took her breasts into his hands and moaned. “Beautiful … so full and luscious. I want to suckle at your nipples all night, my love …” and he proceeded to do just that.

The sensation that skimmed through her made her throw her head back. He loved her. She was going to be his bride and this … this felt so good. She wanted more.

She opened her eyes and started pulling at his waistcoat. He grinned and flung it off. She giggled, and he put a finger to her mouth and whispered, “I adore and love you and damn well mean to keep you happy and safe all the rest of our days.”

“But for now, don’t tell me—now we need action …”

His hands were like magic as they traveled over her body, and she squirmed with need, wriggled with hunger, pushed against him for more.

She knew he was holding back and didn’t want that. She wanted to pleasure him, and she wanted to be pleasured, so when he got out of his pantaloons and kneeled over her naked, she took a moment to stare and then reach for his erection.

He smiled to see her eyes open wide and said, “I have never seen you so tentative, my love.”

“Not tentative—in awe …” she said and wrapped her fingers around its width and slid her hand towards his tuft of dark hair. His blue eyes blazed as she did this, so she repeated the motion, and he moaned and covered her with his body as his mouth took hers once again.

His kisses were ravenous, as though he were a man who had not eaten in days and she was a feast he wanted to savor. His tongue licked at her nipples, first one and then the other. He licked his fingers and then played with her nipples, one and then the other. All the while, she felt his cock pulse and dance against her flesh. It was thrilling and took her to a world of sensation.

He whispered her name and told her in the morning she would have to shop for her wedding gown, as he wasn’t about to wait long for their day.

He said all the right things, and then as his fingers found her cleft she nearly screamed out his name. It felt so good. She had never imagined anything could feel so good.

He found a spot inside her and worked it with his two fingers, and she pumped against it, needing something, needing so much as her body filled with desire and her nerve endings began singing a crescendo.

He nipped at her neck with gentle teeth as she pushed against his fingers. Kitty had never felt so wondrous, and then she peaked, and her insides vibrated with the explosion of sweet release. She shuddered in his arms, jerked, and trembled while he murmured, “That’s my girl … aye then … shall we do that again?”

“Yes, yes, again and again!” she cried hungrily.

He chuckled as his tongue traced a path down her middle to her belly and then parted her thighs wide to allow him to rest his face and lick at her swollen lips.

This was not like anything she had ever imagined.

She arched her back, lost all conscious thought, and gave herself over to the sensations he elicited from her body.

He worked her, and touched her, and then all at once he said, “Kitty, my own Kitty …” She climaxed with an implosion that rocked her against him and made her cry out his name.

He growled and mounted her then even as she shuddered beneath him. “This will hurt a bit, but I will try to gentle it as much as I can …?

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She felt the head of his erection at her cleft and wiggled against it. It didn’t hurt—it felt wonderful, and she wanted more.

“You want this, my love, my passionate love,” he murmured as he began to enter her. “You are so tight …” He lifted her butt with one hand and then quickly rammed himself deep inside.

She felt a sudden tearing of her virginity and stiffened against it, but then he began a movement that rocked her into a dance that made her hold on tight and meet him move for move.

“Damn, you feel so damn good,” he whispered into her ear as he moved inside her. He brought her to a point where she was digging her hands into his back and clinging to him with everything she had because her body was rocking her, shaking her, taking her to a land where pleasure ruled.

He met her release with his own, and they clung to one another tightly, sweetly before he moved onto his back and pulled her into his side. “I hope I wasn’t too rough with you, love?” he said, looking deep into her eyes.

“Oh no, you were perfect,” she whispered. She felt no shame, no embarrassment, as she snuggled into him. She felt only love.

He kissed her forehead. “Soon, very soon, I am going to make love to you all night … in our bed, as husband and wife, but now I think I had better hurry to my own room before Nanny or my grandmother discover us in the morning.”

Kitty giggled. “Yes, but I do hate to see you leave …”

He kissed her long and hard, and it was a goodly while before, in fact, he did actually leave. As Kitty watched him go she thought how boyish and happy he looked, and with a heart full of joy, she fell off to sleep.

~ Thirty ~