Chapter 7 #3
Barbara felt a pang of annoyance which he clearly saw through her so easily. “I have never had sex, Kenneth,” she said, her voice prim and proper despite her naked state, “but I have experimented.”
Kenneth’s lids lowered, his body going still beneath her. “Experimented?” he rumbled demandingly. “How?”
She nodded, her fingers trailing down his chest, over the ridges of his abdomen, until they brushed the waistband of his breeches. “I have lain right here in this bed, late at night, using my fingers to stroke myself...and dreamt it was your cock.”
Kenneth groaned, his eyes falling closed, his expression torn. Barbara could feel his cock now, hard and straining against his breeches, and she knew he wanted her as much as she wanted him.
She cupped him through the fabric, feeling the heat of him, the throb of his pulse. “I can take you, Kenneth,” she whispered, her voice steady and sure. “I can take anything you can give me, I promise.”
Kenneth’s eyes flew open, and he looked at her with an intensity that stole her breath. “Christ Almighty, how did I get so lucky?” he muttered, almost to himself. With a growl he rolled, bringing Barbara on top of him.
She gasped at the sudden movement, her hands flying to his chest to steady herself. She found herself straddling him, her knees on either side of his hips, her hands braced on his shoulders.
Well this is rather delicious too.
Kenneth’s hands went to her hips, holding her steady, his gaze locked on hers. “If we do this, love, there’s nae going back,” he said, his voice as serious as his expression. “Are ye sure?”
Barbara nodded without hesitation. “I want you, Kenneth. I want everything you are willing to give me.”
Even if that is just tonight.
She wanted to learn, wanted him to be the one to teach her this time.
That was all the reassurance he needed. With another growl he lifted her, just enough to allow her to reach between them and unbutton his breeches. Together, they worked to slide the fabric down his legs, and then he kicked them off, leaving him as naked as she was.
Barbara’s breath caught as she took in the sight of him—fully aroused, fully bare. His cock jutted up proudly, thick and long and intimidating.
But she wasn’t scared. She was eager.
He guided her into position, his hands on her hips as she reached down to take his cock in her hand. He was hot and smooth, the skin surprisingly soft. She stroked him experimentally, marveling at the way his breath hitched, the way his hips jerked slightly at her touch.
Holding his gaze, she lifted herself up and fitted the head of his cock to her entrance. She could feel the blunt pressure, the promise of something more, and bit her lip in anticipation.
Kenneth’s hands tightened on her hips, his eyes locked on hers. “Slowly, love,” he murmured. “Nae rush. Let yerself adjust.”
Barbara nodded, taking a deep breath, and began to sink down.
Oh goodness…
The sensation was intense—a stretch, a burn, a fullness which was almost too much. She could feel every inch of him as he slid inside her, filling her more completely than anything ever had. She gasped, her eyes fluttering closed, her fingers digging into his shoulders.
Kenneth held her hips, guiding her, his voice a steady stream of praise and encouragement. “That’s it, love. Slow and easy. Fooking magnificent, Barbara. So tight, so wet. Ye’re doing so well.”
His words sent a thrill through her, made her feel powerful and perfect.
She opened her eyes, looking down at him, and saw the strain on his face, the barely leashed control.
He—He was holding back for her sake, letting her set the pace, refusing to take his pleasure, and the knowledge sent a surge of love through her.
She sank down farther, taking more of him, feeling her body stretch to accommodate his size. It was almost too much, but then she shifted forward and suddenly he was fully seated inside her, and the sensation was...perfect.
Barbara gasped, her eyes widening as she looked down at Kenneth. He was breathing hard, his chest heaving, his eyes dark with desire and something deeper, something that made her heart swell.
“Christ, love,” he growled. “Ye’re so right. So beautiful. Are ye aright?”
Barbara nodded, a smile spreading across her face. “Yes,” she breathed. “Yes, I am perfect.”
“Perfection,” he agreed.
And then, experimentally, she rocked her hips forward.
Pleasure exploded through her, sharp and sudden, and she gasped. Kenneth groaned, his fingers flexing on her hips, so Barbara did it again. And again.
She found a rhythm quickly, her body taking over, her instincts guiding her. She braced her hands on Kenneth’s shoulders, using the leverage to lift herself up, to sink back down, to grind her hips powerfully against his.
Kenneth held himself still beneath her, his body tense, his jaw clenched. He let her use him, let her take her pleasure from him, and the knowledge only heightened Barbara’s arousal.
His hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples, sending sparks of pleasure shooting straight to her core. Her hair fell around them like a curtain, hiding them from the world, creating a space that was just theirs, just for this, just for now.
As she rode him, Barbara could feel another orgasm building, the sensation familiar yet different—deeper, more intense. She leaned forward, pressing her forehead to Kenneth’s, her eyes locked on his.
“Fook, Barbara,” he growled, his voice ragged. “Ye feel so good, love. So fooking good. I wish ye could see yerself like this—strong and wicked and fooking delicious.”
Barbara could only moan in response, her body coiling tighter and tighter, the pleasure building to a fever pitch. She was close, so close, and she could see from the tension around Kenneth’s eyes that he was close to losing control.
She reached between them, her fluttering fingers finding her clitoris, rubbing in tight circles. Kenneth’s eyes fluttered closed, his breath coming in ragged pants. “Jesu Christo, Barbara, when ye take yer pleasure like that…”
“I’m close,” she gasped, her body tensing. “Oh God, Kenneth, I’m so close.”
Kenneth’s grip on her hips tightened, his body stone-still beneath hers. “Come for me, love,” he growled in a decadent order. “Let me feel ye come all over my cock.”
His words sent her spiraling over the edge. Barbara threw her head back, a cry tearing from her lips as her orgasm crashed over her. Her body clenched around Kenneth’s cock, her hips bucking wildly, her fingers digging into his shoulders.
And he held himself still beneath her, his body tense, every muscle straining with the effort of holding back his own release—but as Barbara’s orgasm began to fade he suddenly lifted her, pulling her off him.
Barbara cried out at the sudden loss, her body aching to be filled again, but Kenneth clearly had kept his wits about him.
As soon as he pulled his cock from her body, he pulled her against him and with a quiet grunt, he came, his hips jerking and his cock flexing as he spilled his seed between their bodies, mingling with her curls.
As much as Barbara understood that he was a rake, and had experience preventing pregnancies with women…a part of her was disappointed he’d had the self-control to spill outside her body.
Was it so bad to want all of him, even if it was for a short amount of time?
He gathered her into his arms, pulling her against his chest, his heart pounding beneath her ear.
“Christ, woman,” he muttered, his voice ragged. “I…I never imagined…”
Smiling, she snuggled against him. “I knew you would be magnificent, Kenneth.”
“Me?” He kissed the top of her head. “Barbara, that was…” He blew out a breath. “Fook me, Barbara, that was magnificent.”
She grinned in the darkness. “It was, rather, was it not?”
Kenneth didn’t respond but gathered her closer, wrapping her in warmth, keeping her safe and sated and oh-so-very pleased.