Page 105 of A Bluestocking for the Wicked Duke
“I think your father was just leaving as I came. I saw a coach ride past me but the windows were up.”
“Yes, that’s him. He wants to meet with a couple of traders to discuss particular business matters,” she answered.
William put his face into her bosom and drew in air. The familiar tantalizing scent rushed into his airways and made him heady.
“White roses,” she whispered into his ear.
William nodded. He looked back at her and rested his gaze at the small gap between her lips. The pink insides of her bold lips called on to him, making him swallow.
“What is it?” she said, using two fingers to lift his eyes to meet hers.
“You are so beautiful Joane. You are a fire that burns small and slowly at first but expands and never dies. I want you so much,” he said.
She smiled, a small expansion and creasing of her cheeks.
“My dear William, you do not know how much I want you,” she replied.
She took his mouth in hers, sucking and grinding; channeling her admitted want into him. William took her tongue into his mouth, enticing it to cover territory before he unleashed his. He led his hand up her legs, under her gown and didn’t stop till he was at her underwear. He pushed the seam of her panties to one side and flicked his finger into the wet, warm center between her legs. Joane yelped as her body went taut. William drew his hand out and eased her to her feet. He turned her around and loosened her gown from behind, helping to quickly pull it off. The gown dropped, pooling around her feet. In one deft movement he loosened her shift. He saw her bosom from behind her, bounce free in the still air.
William then turned her around to face him. He leaned in and kissed her again. Then he moved his mouth to the nipple of her left breast, taking the nipple and the soft surrounding skin in a mouthful. William sucked at it till it became erect and swollen. He kept his mouth on it, choosing to torment her while other hand rubbed the other peak between his fingers. William removed his mouth from it and looked from her nipple to her face. Her nipple was engorged, the skin around it reddened. Her face was strewn with pleasure; her eyes looked down his shirt. She attacked the buttons of his shirt, popping them free one by one. When she was done, William attempted to return his mouth to her breast but Joane was impatient now. She placed her hand around the belt at his waist and unbuckled it. The breech fell off his waist, allowing his cock to push his underwear forward like an erect tent. Joane laughed and easily pulled down his underwear. His cock rubbed her hair as she bent to push his underwear completely off.
Completely free, William felt a dull ache course through his cock. He pushed Joane back into the bed and pulled down the last flimsy cover her vulva had. He swiped his fingers against the front of her vulva, causing her to hold his hand still.
She drew his cock to her entrance, leading him to come in.
“Are you sure about this Joane?” William asked her.
She nodded, kissing him on the lips once again.
“Take me William, I have never felt like this for any man. I am sure, take it,” she answered.
William lifted her buttock and drew it closer to the edge of the bed. She lay down, peering at him through close lids as if from afar. She was ready, her juices travelled down her buttock cheek under her. William put his cock at the entrance and pushed in gently. He was gentle enough that he felt his cock halt at her maidenhead but the pleasure was building too much for him to stop. William drew out again, a stroke that had Joane draw in an audible breath, and pushed in. His cock tore past the wall of her maidenhead. Joane whimpered and held William’s arms tight. Her eyes watered. But William was a man possessed. He lifted her with her outstretched arm and had her hug him while he held on to her back. He moved his waist, pushing and pulling with piston-like efficiency. The pleasure coursed through him, her tightness held on to his member like a tight glove.
The stiffness that followed the break of her membrane dissipated like a sugar in warm water and Joane was now moving her waist in eager thrusts to meet William. William heard her moan gently. She inhaled and exhaled in tandem with his thrusts. William laid her back against the bed once more and continued. He felt the pleasure build and rise, breaking barrier after barrier. Joane called his name softly.
“William, William”
William covered her mouth with his and moved his waist faster, attempting to match the furious pace of pleasure as it rippled through his skin like the gallop of a drunken horse. The rush was almost at the top, he could feel it but he could do nothing about it. It took one stroke inward and his seed exited him into her. Her body quaked along with his, their adventure of pleasure peaking at the same time. She still spoke his name, raspy remnants of breath rolling off her pouted lips.
“William, William”
He kissed her once more and rolled off her. He lay down beside her, catching his breath and hearing her rapid breathing ebb. He rolled to the side and wrapped an arm around her stomach. Joane turned to face him too. Her eyes were closed so William closed his too. They remained like that for quite a while that William thought she was asleep. He spoke to check.
“I am sorry if it hurt too much. Does it still hurt?” William asked.
“No, it didn’t. It was over quickly. Thank you William, it was amazing,” she replied, finally opening her eyes.
William pecked her on the lips and ran his fingers through her golden hair.
“I have ended the courtship with Esther, officially,” William said.
Joane’s eyes bulged in surprise.
“When?”
“This morning, I forgot to mention it before now. Her lover found out about us and went to ask her father to request permission to marry his daughter. Of course the man said no, which made Esther call for me,” he told her.
“So you went and dissolved the entire affair with her father,” she responded.
