Ecstasy
1226 Words
Lady Elainore Westbrooke gathered her courage as she stood in front of him. She ran her fingers through her hair and drawled, “I am going to pleasure you.”
Her hands fluttered on her neck towards her shoulders and her husband gasped as they landed on top of her chest. The room was silent but it did not stop the loudness of the beatings of their hearts.
“I am going to lick your body from head to feet,” she murmured as she let her chemise dropped.
Lord Westbrooke’s jaw slackened a little bit before he closed his eyes. He dropped his right hand on his pelvic region and groaned, “You’re so beautiful.”
“And you are not going to touch yourself if I won’t let you,” she softly ordered.
He muttered something in frustration as he pulled his hand and placed it back under his head. She chuckled at the thought that she had power over this man. And how pitiful that it took her five years to know that she was capable of unsettling him – as he did her many times.
“My Lord Westbrooke,” she cooed, “tell me what do you like about what you see?”
His eyes are still closed. “My lady, your body is exquisite. I knew then that your skin is soft to touch and your waist – I could span my hands on that f*****g waist as I burry myself in you…”
“Language, my lord!” she mocked in consternation.
“You want me to use gentle words, my lady?” he opened his eyes. And he did not anticipate to see her on the chair in directly in front of him. She placed each leg on each arm and he saw her intimate parts spread like a flower that beckoned him.
You are killing me, by gad!” he groaned and he pushed his hips forward.
“You like it?” she gasped as she ran her fingers on her dark curls, playing with the hair and gently tugging it from time to time.
He licked his lips as he was hypnotized by her hand on her nether region. “Play with it…”
“Tsk tsk tsk,” she whimpered as her right middle finger touched her nub. “I give instructions and you follow.”
His eyes glued on her finger as it circled and circled her sugar button.
“My lord, tell me what do you want to do with my fanny?” she managed to ask in between gasps.
“I will have a taste of that tonight,” he groaned as he undulated his hips.
She could see a drop or two on top of his shaft as he moved his pelvis upward. It must have been frustrating for him to not be able to touch himself as he watched her pleasure herself.
“I imagined that it’s your hand that plays on my cunny,” she panted as she inserted one finger inside. “My lord, I imagined it’s your shaft so full and oh so throbbing…”
She patted her clit a little bit more until she shivered in delight. “Ahhh…”
She rested her head on the chair for a little while as she settled her quivering quim from her climax. “Come…” she whispered.
His lordship came and knelt in front of her. She placed her fingers, which she used in playing with her quim, and traced his lips with her wet digits. Elainore smiled as he opened his mouth and gently oh so gently sucked her fingers.
Her n*****s pebbled from his ministrations. She claimed one of his hand and placed it on her aching breast. Her husband squeezed her peak and she quivered at the sensation. He tugged her n****e that made her roll her head back in pain/pleasure.
“My lord…” she gasped.
He gazed up as he sucked her fingers well. His brows rose in question when he repeated to call his name.
She placed her hands on his head and nudged him towards her nether region. “Kiss me,” she instructed as she pushed her pelvis upward to meet his mouth.
He chuckled.
His breath on her made her want to shudder. But the first broad stroke of his tongue on her nether lips made her scream in surprise.
He chuckled some more.
This was different. She saw this position in the brothel and wondered how it felt when the courtesans seemed to thrash wildly as their lovers ate them. It was horrible at the same time arousing to see the demi-mondes be wild in abandon.
But now…ooooohhhh now her husband was doing this to her.
“Ahhh…my lorddddddd….” She panted as she felt his teeth grazed on her love button. Then he continued to lick her again and again.
She placed her hands on his head and tugged his hair as he continued to attack her with delight. He pulled her hand from her breasts and placed it on her open thighs and gently caressed them. Then she felt that he placed her legs on his shoulders and put her hand on her buttocks for support as he took her from the chair.
“My lorrrrd!” she gasped when she realized the position they were in. It was terribly wicked – the thing she never saw in any book or in actuality.
In instinct she locked her legs around his back as he continued to attack her quim with his mouth. His large hands firmly settled on her bottom and tried to balance her weight with his powerful grasp. When he hit a sensitive spot she mindlessly arched her back and his held on her was firm that she was reminded to grab his hair for balance and support.
When Lord Westbrooke felt her shudder he immediately placed her on the bed continued to stroke her with his tongue and occasionally bite her. And he was delighted when she bucked her hips wildly to meet his lips. He spread her so wide that it must have hurt her and inserted his thumb on the puckered hole below her quim.
“My lorddd,” she screamed like a banshee at the insertion and at the same time hitting her climax so hard.
She gasped and lay down.
“Was that alright, my Lady Westbrooke?” he nibbled on her thighs.
“Hmmm…”
He laid beside her and caressed her breasts and looked at her, “You were magnificent to look at when you had your release.”
She purred.
He chuckled.
“You like it?” she managed to ask despite her tiredness.
“I love it,” he murmured. He saw her gasped when he squeezed her n****e with his forefinger and thumb. “You want to do it again?”
This time, it was her who chuckled, “Give me five minutes.”
“Darling…” he softly said, “my lady, can I touch myself now?”
She peered at him. “Give me five minutes and I will give you heaven. Can you wait for it?”
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