Chapter Sixteen #3
Lying flat on his back as Cleodora used the techniques she’d been taught at Margit Barkwith’s brothel, it began to occur to Aidric how she’d learned to do this.
On other men. She wasn’t a virgin, something she’d told him and also something Edward had alluded to.
Most men wanted a woman unmarked by another man unless they preferred a more experienced woman.
Some did. In truth, Aidric was wrestling with it, but not enough to pull her away.
The truth was he rather liked what she was doing to him.
Still, he didn’t want her to pleasure him to the point of release.
He wanted to give her pleasure, too, and he finally sat up, pulling the white wool garment over her head, and then the delicate shift, leaving her nude in the dim light of the chamber.
He took a moment to simply look her over, her perfect breasts and slender waist. She was magnificent.
She might have shared her body with others in the past, but he didn’t see it that way.
He was going to be her last.
Cleodora ended up on her back when he pulled her onto the bed and assumed the dominant position.
She gasped when he suckled her nipples, gently at first, and then with more force.
Bolts of excitement ran throughout her and she had to make a deliberate effort not to cry out in passion.
But her gasps of delight told Aidric how much she liked what he was doing to her, the hands in his hair encouraging him.
She held him to her breasts as he nursed hungrily, his tongue lapping at her soft flesh.
Cleodora could feel Aidric’s hands all over her, his mouth in tender places.
This had been done to her before by men who had been paid to do it, men who trained other Jewels, but she’d found it horrifying and disgusting.
It had never been arousing. What a difference it made when it was a man she actually wanted to touch her.
When Aidric’s mouth moved to the mound of dark curls between her legs, Cleodora instinctively parted her thighs to welcome him.
She couldn’t help the cries of passion as his naughty tongue lapped at her, pleasuring her as she’d never been pleasured before.
With every stroke of his tongue she was ready to scream.
But she was quickly reaching her climax and her body began to buck.
Sensing this, Aidric lifted himself up and drove his massive manhood into her slick body, slanting his lips over her mouth at the same time to drown out her cries of pleasure.
Cleodora reacted by throwing her arms around his neck, her knees coming up and her body arching to meet him.
Aidric groaned as he thrust into her tight, hot body, feeling every stroke with the greatest of pleasure.
His thrusts were measured and deep, pelvis against pelvis, as they matched each other move for move.
Sweat began to form; breathing was heavy.
Aidric finally lifted himself up on his arms just so he could watch her beneath him, the way she squirmed and heaved.
It was like a drug.
His thrusts grew deep, harder, as he felt his release approach.
She met his thrusts, and he could feel her tightening her walls around him as she approached her own release.
The same thing that was happening to her body was happening to his and he welcomed it.
As her climax approached, Cleodora reached down between their bodies, touching where they joined, and began caressing his groin area.
That was his undoing.
Her gentle touch was enough to throw him over the edge and he released into her body, biting his lip and drawing blood in the throes of passion.
She opened her legs wider, taking his member out of her body and rubbing it against her core to stimulate her own climax.
Aidric was panting heavily, seeing stars, feeling her caressing his member, which seemed to prolong his release.
But then she put him back into her body, still semi-hard, and began to reverse-thrust against him—he remained still while she moved her hips forward and backward, forward and backward, very slowly, mimicking a male’s thrusting motion.
It was the most erotic thing he’d ever experienced.
She kept up the motion, moaning softly as she did it, her fingers probing into his buttocks and finding his anus.
She inserted a finger into him and he shuddered, feeling incredible pleasure and realizing that he was growing hard again so soon after his release.
That had never happened to him before. But she continued to move him in and out of her, her fingers in very sensitive places, until she rolled him onto his back, straddled him, and impaled herself on him.
Then, she began to slowly and erotically ride him.
Aidric was lost.
Her white, soft body was all he could see.
His hands moved to her breasts, fondling her as she moved up and down on his shaft.
She would move her pelvis in a circular motion, one way and then the other, a clearly skilled move as her white hair draped over her body and tickled the tops of his thighs.
Then she would raise herself up on her knees, plunging down on him, again and again.
Up and down, up and down…
Their lovemaking went on the rest of the afternoon.