Page 32 of A Very Roguish Boxing Day
They ran up the stairs hand-in-hand, glancing around to see if anyone spotted them and laughing as if they were ten years younger.
As soon as the door to Gwen’s room clicked shut behind them, Tom pushed her up against it, groaning as he caught her lips with his.She was right there with him, linking her arms around his neck and wrapping a leg around his calf.
He groaned as all her glorious softness pressed up against him.He broke off their kiss as he reached for the laces at the back of her dress.“Been thinking about this for the last six months.”
“I have, too,” she confessed, yanking at the gold buttons on his coat.
He groaned as he shoved Gwen’s dress down to her waist and her glorious breasts, all wrapped up for him like a Christmas present in her lace-trimmed corset, came into view.“Fuck me.These are just as gorgeous as I remember.”
Gwen had managed to shove his coat and waistcoat halfway down his arms.He obliged her by shrugging them off, then peeled his shirt up over his head and tossed it on the floor.He pushed her gown the rest of the way off then scooped her out of it, carrying her to the bed.
He lay down on his back and pulled her on top of him, curious to see what she would do with him.She promptly straddled him, lining her sex up with his engorged cock, rocking her hips back and forth as she bent down for a kiss.A second later, her eager fingers began exploring his chest.Fuck, yes.Wasn’t this what every man wanted?A beautiful woman in his bed who was just as eager for him as he was for her?
Tom began pulling at the ties of her corset.As much as he liked the way it displayed the goods, it had to go, and after a few fumbling attempts, he managed to get it off.
This left Gwen in her shift.Sitting up, she pulled it over her head and cast it aside.She reached for him and started to lower herself back down, but his hands caught her around her ribcage, staying her easily.“Stop,” he said, his voice an octave lower than its usual pitch.“I have to see you.”
Damn if she didn’t look like a fucking temptress with her tits out and that glassy look of pleasure in her eyes.He slid his palm up, slowly, temptingly, to cup one of those glorious breasts, and they both moaned.
“Still sensitive here?”Tom asked, rolling her large, rosy nipple between his fingers.
Her only answer was a little cry, which was fine by him.He sat up, urging her onto her knees so he could get his lips on her.She mewled her encouragement, so he tortured her there for a little while before giving her the same treatment on the other side.
By that point, she had started to beg, and he decided she was due for a little reward, seeing as she was being such a good girl and all.Gliding his hand up the inside of her thigh, he brought his fingers to her pussy.Soaked.
He groaned.Such a very, very good girl.
He was getting ready to reward her with a kiss there when she said in a breathy voice, “Do you know what I’ve been thinking about?”
“What, bun?”he asked, swirling his thumb over her bud.
She smiled, looking fucking well-pleasured, and he lived to see it.“About something you said to me… last time,” she said on a gasping breath.
“What’s that?”he asked, continuing to work her between those luscious thighs.
“You… you said if I was your girl, there were so many things you would show me.”She looked at him, eyes earnest.“Would you show me some of them tonight?”
Well, far be it for him to ignore a lady’s request.Especially when it would be his fucking pleasure.
The only problem would be choosing which thing to show her first.Because right now, Tom could think of a few dozen things he’d like to do to this woman.
His hand strayed over the curve of her bum, and he decided.Much as he enjoyed the frontal view, he’d been thinking about this, too, and besides, the position he had in mind would afford him access to some of her most sensitive bits.
He smacked her on the arse.“Get up,” he instructed.He stood, shucking his trousers so he was as naked as she was.He circled the bed, considering the practicalities.He was so much taller than Gwen, but he thought he could make this work…
He positioned her on her knees on the edge of the bed, then bent her forward so she was on all fours.He groaned at the sight of her ripe arse smiling up at him.He opened her knees just slightly, so she was at the perfect height for him.He could see just a glimpse of her pussy, all pink and swollen and shiny with her juices, and his cock gave a gratified pulse, knowing he was the one who’d made her that way.
He was about to move into position himself when he spotted a cheval mirror across the room.He crossed the room and picked it up, placing it in front of Gwen.She had this idea that she was too plump, as he recalled.
Well, let her see how he was looking at her while he took her.Let’s see how long that nonsense held up.
Returning to stand behind her, Tom groaned.“Ripe as a fucking peach,” he said, caressing the soft globes of her backside.
Her expression held a trace of nervousness, but she didn’t protest as he aligned himself with her opening and started to slide in.“Let me know if I need to slow down,” he said as he started to press forward.“Fuck.”His eyes crossed, and his mind scrambled as he slid inside her.She was so soft and slick andtight.“I’d forgotten.Just what an amazing cunt you have.”
He caught her eye in the mirror.She didn’t look nervous anymore, but nor did she have the look of pure bliss she’d been sporting earlier.
Well, he could fix that.
