Dirty Aristocrat

‘That’s not an act. That’s the twenty-minute induction class,’ he said.

I giggled. ‘Really?’

‘Yes, really. Don’t forget you still have sex to Dolly Parton’s dulcet tones to look forward to.’ His voice was dry. Obviously he didn’t think sex to Dolly was going to be anything

special.

I grinned. ‘That’s true. Shall I go put her on?’

He didn’t seem too impressed with my idea. ‘Ah, give me a few minutes. Aren’t you sore, anyway?’

‘Noooo, I love having you inside me,’ I said enthusiastically.

‘Good, because you are going to be having me inside you a lot, Missy,’ he promised.

I squeezed him experimentally. ‘If we’re going to have a break can we eat something? I’m hungry.’

He lifted his head and looked into my eyes. ‘Tawny. You’re a girl after my own heart.’

‘What do you want?’

‘Surprise me.’

‘OK. Get off me then,’ I said and deliberately clenched his shaft as tightly as I could.

He looked at me warningly. ‘Do you know what happens to little girls who go and pull the tails of tigers?’

‘What?’

‘They get fucked in the ass.’

‘Oh shit.’

‘Exactly,’ he said and, pulling out of me, rolled to his side.

I missed him inside me immediately. I realized that I loved the feeling of being so stretched and filled. I sat up and he stayed on his elbow watching me.

‘Don’t look at me,’ I said.

‘Why not?’

‘Because I’m not used to having anybody look at me naked.’

‘Get used to it, because I love seeing you naked.’

I jumped from the bed and ran out of the room to the sound of his laughter. Once out of his view I stopped and grinned to myself. Wow! Who’d have thought sex could be that great?

I never dreamed having a man inside me could feel that good.

I walked into the kitchen and gingerly touched myself. My sex was so hyper-sensitive it felt as if it was swollen to at least two times its normal size. The folds felt as if they were

hanging between my legs. I bent down to look and they were actually hanging. I hadn’t bled, but that was probably because of all the horse riding and rough sports I’d done during my

lifetime.

I quickly cut and put a few slices of cornbread on a plate and loaded that onto a tray with a jar of honey, a spoon, some savory cheese balls and a jar of pickled Okra that I’d ordered

from a Southern food specialty website, and carried the tray to the bedroom.

My breath caught. Buck naked and totally unashamed of the fact, Ivan was lying propped up on some pillows. I almost couldn’t believe how beautiful he was. It was actually very

distracting to be with such a hot man. His dusky-gold skin was gleaming in the dull yellow light.

‘That was quick,’ he said.

‘Err .. Greystoke, what’s with the giant erection?’ I asked softly.

‘Come over here and I’ll tell you all about it,’ he invited, patting the space on the mattress by his side.

I went to the bed, put the tray down on it, climbed up, and sat with my legs folded under me, and my knees together.

‘We’re about to eat. Why do you have a hard-on?’ I asked in a cheeky voice. The truth was I was trying to cover my embarrassment about being naked on a bed with a naked, fully erect man.

‘Why do you think?’ he mocked.

‘It’s not some kind of medical condition, is it?’ I ventured solemnly.

‘I’m afraid so,’ he said gravely.

I put on my I’m-so-sorry-your-lottery-ticket-didn’t-win face. ‘Does the disease have a name?’

‘Hotfortawnyitis,’ he said, his eyes beginning to twinkle.

I hid a smile. ‘Oh,’ I said very slowly. ‘How awful. Is there any cure?’

He nodded. ‘Friction. Lots of skin on skin friction.’

I suppressed my laughter and played along. ‘Should we do something about it?’

He pretended to look pained. ‘The sooner the better.’

I glanced at the plate. ‘Don’t you want to eat?’

‘I do,’ he said softly, his splendid eyes gleaming like jewels in the shadows.

I wrinkled my nose. ‘If that’s a joke I don’t get it.’

‘I love to eat and fuck at the same time.’

‘What?’ I shook my head. ‘How?’

‘Sit on my poor sick dick and I’ll show you.’

‘No way. I won’t to be able to eat while you’re inside me.’

‘Of course you will,’ he said and, reaching for a condom, sheathed himself.

‘No, I won’t,’

‘Yes, you will.’

‘No.’

‘Yes. Now come and sit on my fucking dick,’ he ordered.

‘Well, if it’s really going to help,’ I murmured and started to crawl towards him. Strange fact: I was actually wet and wanting to impale myself on that glistening pillar of hard meat

too. I straddled him, my knees on either side of his body.

‘Is your sweet pussy wet?’

I felt my vagina pulse with excitement. ‘You bet.’

He smiled. ‘This time you get to decide how far into you I go. Think you can take me to the hilt?’