Page 67 of A Bluestocking for the Wicked Duke
She marked the page she was at and dropped the book on her table. She pulled the pin out of her hair, feeling it fall down around her shoulders. She looked at the long strands that had acquired a golden hue in the afternoon sun. They were past her shoulders now, starting to get too long. Joane reminded herself to cut it when she had time. She sat on her bed looked at her mirror. Her heart went out to William.
What will Emma find out?
Joane knew Emma; she was a terrier that had smelt blood and would not let the issue go till she found something. Joane didn’t care about that; she knew how her heart and body responded to him. Joane turned back to the window. She saw a steward carrying a basket of fruits and vegetables into the house. She looked past the gate and saw a figure on horseback. The man was facing their house but looked to be waiting for someone.
Or looking for someone.
Joane recognized the figure and felt her heart jump into her throat. She stood up and walked closer to the window. It was him.
William was outside her house, waiting for her.
Joane ran out of her room almost bumping into Eunice who was carrying a bunch of flowers. She ran downstairs and stopped running when she got to the stairs leading to the courtyard. If she kept running till she got outside, it would be very easy for the stewards to note what was happening. She walked to the gate and pushed it open. She walked outside, her eyes meeting William’s gaze as she walked to him. He had dismounted and stretched a hand to her. Without any of them saying a word, William helped her mount the horse before he mounted behind her. Then he turned his horse and rode away from her house.
Joane said nothing as he rode away from her home in Buckingham. He turned into a field of wheat and continued riding till Joane was sure they were alone for miles. Then he stopped his horse and dismounted. He stretched his hand and helped her down. He drew her into his embrace, bringing her mouth into a ravaging kiss. Joane felt his thirst and hunger, they matched hers and threatened to supercede. She dug her fingers into his back, pushing him closer to her. William cupped his hands around her the skirt of her gown, lifting her by her butt cheeks. His fingers dug into the softness of her buttocks, bringing Joane even closer to his maleness. Joane dropped her mouth from his lips, taking her tongue to his chin and grinding it against the roughness of its puerile stubble. William carried her a few steps till she felt her back rest against the bark of a tree. Joane looked up, green leaves extended from the canopy above. His mouth dipped back down, drawing her tongue into another fencing bout. William’s mouth attacked hers ferociously, taking her breath away with it. Joane removed her hands from William’s back and pushed her right hand between the buttons of his shirt. She needed to feel the naked hardness of his chest.
“I have ached for you since I saw you go into your house,” William said.
Joane laughed.
“Now you have me.” she wanted to say. But the need to touch him overrode her tongue. She opened the buttons, one after the other very quickly. William helped her ease the shirt off him. He pushed his hands under her gown, wrapping his hands around her naked thighs. Joane felt his fingers drawing on her sit down upons. He pulled the gown off her head, tangling the blond mass of her hair for a few seconds before getting the hair out of the gown. He took some steps away from her and his eyes took her in. His gaze dropped from her face to the fullness of her breasts, lingering there till Joane thought he would come back into her embrace. Then his gaze dropped still, resting at the rift between her thighs. Her cherry watered as the intensity of his gaze increased, completely wetting her panties.
William drew near to her again and dug his face into the crevice between her breasts. His hands worked furiously and expertly, loosening the ties of her shift behind her, freeing her eager breasts into his hands. He looked at them for a few seconds but Joane couldn’t wait much longer. She put her hands around his head and drew his mouth to her nipple. She wanted to feel the moist heat of his mouth on the taut nipple. His mouth was happy to oblige her. His right hand flicked her left nipple, up and down, till Joane could bear it no more.
His mouth dropped from her breasts, taking the easy valley between them till it got to her navel. He went even deeper, leaving a trail of saliva till he got to the edge of her panties. He went around her crotch, kissing the inner portions of her thighs till Joane shook with expectation. Joane moved her hands around the breadth of his trousers till she found his erect member. She held it tight, massaging gently.
“I cannot wait any longer. I must have you, Joane Hardwater,” William cried.
He drew her panties down, pulling them south the length of her legs till they were off her legs. He dipped his fingers gently into her, rubbing the head of her erect clit. Joane felt waves of pleasure rush through her. She pulled William’s trouser off him. She tried to tear her eyes from the sight of his glorious hardness, she could not.
How can I? I have never seen one awoken in this way.
She wrapped her hand around it and he quaked with pleasure. William pushed her against the tree and positioned himself, his cock head rubbed at the moist lips of her cherry. Joane closed her eyes and held her breath, he would take her now.
“Open your eyes Joane.”
She didn’t. Her eyes and limbs had frozen in expectation.
“Open your eyes,” he said again.
“I can’t,” she replied. “Just take me.”
His hands left her buttocks. Joane opened her eyes as he moved backwards from her. He was looking into her eyes with pure concern.
“What is wrong?” he asked.
Joane shook her head. She had kept this away from him. She didn’t want it to be a stumbling block between them. She wanted to give herself to him, to quench the burning desire that he lit in her. She held his still engorged cock and drew it closer to her. Her cherry’s lips still dripped wet, its nectar flowing in tiny rivulets, making darker streaks against the white skin of her thighs. She drew his cock closer, aiming to put it between the swollen petals of her crotch.
William eased her hand off his member. He held both her hands in a finger lock before drawing closer to her. His shaft rubbed her abdomen, never dipping even with the reduced activity. He looked into her eyes; Joane saw the brown edges of his pupils. She saw her tiny reflection in their shiny mirrors. William fused his mouth to hers; kissing her with gentility she didn’t know he was capable of. His tongue didn’t duel; it only engaged hers in a flicking massage. He broke off the kiss by sucking gently on her lower lip.
“Joane, tell me what is wrong?”
Joane dropped her gaze and rested her head on his chest.
Why didn’t I open my eyes?
“Are you a virgin?” he asked her.
Yes, yes, I am still untouched.
