Erotic fiction by Michele London
The gown dropped from her shoulders, silk bunching first around her waist and then, when she shimmied, pooling at her feet. He stared at her in awe, as if he’d never seen a lady so completely exposed before.
Which, she supposed, he most likely had not.
“Lady,” he breathed, daring to take a step closer to her. “I am unworthy of this.”
She took his hands, warm and rough from riding and fencing all day, and covered her breasts with them. His chest hitched and her nipples hardened at the lust that flashed through his eyes.
“Nonsense,” she said. “You deserve all this, and more. And you shall have it.”
She herself closed the space between them and kissed his eager, virgin lips. He took to the lesson quickly enough. He pulled her in closer and held her there, and she could feel the length of his erection on her stomach.
“Let me show you just how much you deserve,” she said into his ear.
Even as he stuttered and tried to make a reply she sank to her knees in front of him, working the buckles and ties of his garments with light fingers. When she found his manhood and pulled it free he groaned and stumbled a bit. When she ran her tongue down one side and up the other, and twisted it around the head already purple with desire, he groaned and grasped the bedpost to keep from falling.
She gripped him firmly about the shaft and filled her mouth with him, slowly, drawing her heat and wet back up his length in one steady pull. He was as solid as stone by now, his skin soft and delicious between her lips.
She sucked him faster, wetting her hand and stroking him in time. Her nails dug into the back of his thighs and she twirled her tongue around him with each pass, laving at the sensitive plain just below the hooded tip.
When his climax was upon him he tried to stop, to save her from the mess of it. But she calmed his hands and urged him to carry on, to let go, and when he did he snaked his hands through her hair and clung to her for his very life.
She released him gently and got back to her feet. Sated pleasure and dizzy disbelief were mixed in equal measure over his face.
“All right?” she asked.
“Yes. Was that...sex?”
She smiled and patted his cheek.
“That was just the beginning.”
Michele London is an author, editor, and romance consultant with Scarlet Girl. She is a regular contributor to Scarlet’s Letter and the archive of articles at ScarletGirl.com. She writes dark fiction and erotic fantasy, and dips into real-life tales of sexy for the lovely ladies as a Scarlet Girl pleasure party consultant in the San Francisco Bay Area.
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