Daring Time

When she tried to look over her shoulder to quiet her curiosity over what Ryan was doing, she felt his hand on the back of her skull, keeping her in place. She gasped. For some unknown reason that firm, restraining gesture made her sex twinge with painful arousal. She resisted a powerful urge to bend over, to offer herself to him more fully like a female animal in heat.

Her cheeks burned when she registered her thoughts. Was this what sex was? Is that why so many preached against the evils of it? Because it turned civilized people into primitive savages? Hope couldn't help it. Now that she'd encountered Ryan, she vas even more greatly inclined to trust in not only the wisdom of the bard but the wisdom of another one of her secret idols, Mr. Walt Whitman. She kept a copy of his amazingly carnal book, Leaves of Grass, secreted in the compartment she'd discovered in the mantel.

Perhaps God wanted them to celebrate their fierce, savage human mature.

God was the one who made them so able to appreciate their bodies so immensely, after all, Hope thought as she slowly bent at the waist while Ryan trailed his finger down her spine.

SEVEN

Hope's skin was unlike anything he'd ever touched. Did they perhaps use some emollient a hundred years ago that had been lost to the ages? Or maybe the relative lack of pollution and differing bathing techniques kept the skin more healthy, Ryan mused as he traced the elegant line of her back and spread his hand over the enticing curve of her hip.

It drove him crazy not to be able to touch her more fully. But he only seemed to be granted the ability to penetrate at one point in the mirror. For now, anyway, he added to himself.

When Hope bent forward, her pale, plump bottom coming within an inch of the mirror, Ryan's cock leapt up and thumped against the glass.

"Little witch," Ryan muttered between clenched teeth. She'd literally presented herself to him when he was doing his best to control himself while touching her gorgeous body.

He ran his hand over a buttock and gently swatted her.

Her head whipped around. When he met her startled dark eyes he arched his eyebrows in a wry expression. Her cheeks colored becomingly so he smacked the other cheek, more firmly this time, wishing like hell he could hear the popping noise his palm made on her supple flesh.

Best she learned early qn what happened when she teased him, Ryan thought with a small grin. His smile widened in deep gratification when he palmed a shapely ass cheek and sunk his forefinger into her pussy.

She was soaking.

Her lips parted as she looked back at him and he almost heard her cry of excitement. He withdrew and plunged back into her, marveling at how her sleek, muscular channel pulled subtly at his finger. She was tight. Snugger than any woman he'd ever been with.

Was she a virgin? Weren't young ladies of Hope's class usually virgins when they married?

So why the hell had she been in those photos? That woman was no virgin.

With the evidence right at his fingertip, so to speak, Ryan had to concede that at this point in time, it was highly unlikely that Hope Stillwater had ever had intercourse with a man. But did she ever seem eager to, Ryan thought as she began to buck her hips back and forth against his fucking finger. He watched her face carefully while he stimulated her, studying her reactions. From the looks of things he'd found her G-spot. He concentrated on rubbing there every time he plunged deep into her sweetness. She looked magnificent, bent over with her bottom in the air and her hands on her thighs. Her head was turned in profile, her face gleaming with a coat of light perspiration, her dark pink lips parted as she panted and sighed in mounting excitement.

The head of his cock pressed against the mirror, spreading a thin coat of pre-cum on the glass. He fisted himself with his left hand and held Hope's gaze as he stimulated both of them. Hope twisted her chin and met his stare.

"I will have you," Ryan said quietly. He didn't know if he was telling Hope or assuring himself, he only knew he spoke the truth.

Her dark eyes widened, making him wonder if she'd understood him. Ryan regretfully withdrew his finger from her pussy and pushed back one round ass cheek. He felt her muscles stiffen as he looked his fill at her treasures: the delicate, glossy pink folds of her sex and the tiny rosette of her asshole. He groaned when the muscular ring clenched tight as he examined her. She was uncomfortable having him stare at her, but it was best she understood early on that he wouldn't be denied any part of her.

He held her wide-eyed stare as he plunged his forefinger back into her pussy. When he withdrew he brought her abundant juices to lubricate her clit, but he needn't have. Her clit nestled in warm cream. Much to his satisfaction, Hope's cheeks turned vividly pink almost immediately at his touch. The color of her lips deepened to a lush shade of red.

God he wanted to pillage that mouth with his tongue and teeth. Kissing Hope seemed like the height of eroticism at that moment. When she was finally his, he was going to spend an entire day discovering the pleasures of that sweet, carnal-looking mouth.

Her lips formed an O of awe not five seconds later as she cried out and came against his hand. He'd barely been stimulating her clit for five seconds.

"Amazing woman," Ryan mumbled as she shuddered in ecstasy. He plunged his middle finger into her, wanting to feel her pleasure trembling through her most intimate flesh.

She contracted and convulsed around him in a powerful orgasm. When he saw that her eyes were shut as her entire focus rolled on the waves of ecstasy, he pushed another finger into her clinging sheath.

A pussy straight from a man's personal rendering of heaven, Ryan thought as he penetrated her again and again. His cock was so stiff he felt like it was going to burst straight through the skin.

By the time Hope opened her eyes and her convulsions had lessened, his two fingers thrust into her forcefully. He used his forefinger to stimulate her clit and soon enough her red lips parted in a cry of release and she was shaking again in climax.

"Jesus," Ryan mumbled as he worked her through her second orgasm, stunned by her responsiveness as well as the short refractory time between her climaxes. He gripped his cock tightly, his desire becoming unbearable. When Hope's spasms had waned he withdrew his fingers and grabbed her hip. He pushed her soft, firm flesh directly against the mirror.

He would have her. Hope was his. He knew it just like he knew she'd be standing in that mirror a short while ago.

He used his fingers to spread her slit as best he could. He felt her shaking beneath his hand. Should he wait for this? Restrain himself until a time where he could hold her, soothe her?