Seven I

Adalene moved to lay on her back on the log. He followed to lay on her side and kissed her mouth again as thoroughly as he did a moment ago. When he moved down again and opened her thighs, she gulped and closed her eyes, getting herself ready for it. She felt him raise the hem of her skirt and the layers under them, and since he had torn whatever was hindering his exploration under there the first time, she knew the moment she was exposed to him. She felt the breeze touching her there.

It felt like her whole body was in flames as she presented to him a sight that she had never, ever imagined she could present to a man, much less him!

“Are you comfortable?” she heard him ask from there.

“Y-Yes, my Lord,” she whispered.

“Hold on to the log,” he commanded, so she did. “Adaline, you can open your eyes.” I did. His voice was amused, as his face was when she looked down at her body to see him standing just between her thighs. “You can watch me if you want to.”

She nervously bit at her lower lip. She said nothing, too tensed, as she waited. And he seemed to think that he had to start whatever it was he planned to do with her.

She watched him lower his head between her widely opened thighs.

She watched, in both awe and shock, as he opened her wider than before, then put his face right where she throbbed lightly. She felt his hot breath fanning her hot wetness, and her mouth opened in an ‘o’ as she felt his tongue lick her like he was licking honey from her. Like she was a sweet treat.

“Ooh...!” She couldn’t help the sound. Then she made a longer one as he repeated what he did, but slower, and did it again, and again, and her eyes rolled up when she felt the tip of his tongue flick at that delicious spot that gave her much pleasure earlier. Her back left the wood as his lips closed over her and sucked, while his tongue continued its probing and flicking, interspersed with gentle nips. Then he sucked harder... drawing her flesh to his mouth like he was trying to suck her very essence from her.

She was breathing as if there was no air, and sounds and whimpers escaped from her mouth as if she was being tortured with pleasure! When two fingers slipped inside her wetness and rubbed the spot under where he’d been playing her with his mouth, the pressure she’d been holding collapsed like a ton of bricks, melted into liquid heat, and coursed a violent path through her blood vessels. She threw her head back as she made a sound she had never done before. Her body convulsed as she tried to hold that pressure in, but it was so wonderful!

When she floated back to her body—or it felt like it—he was up, his chin glistening with her juice, and he was watching her face with an indulgent grin.

“Oh...” she gasped, tried to catch her breath, then laughed at the sheer joy of it. “Was that... was it...?”

“Yes, and there will be more. It will be so much more when we do it,” he replied as he climbed back towards her after settling her skirts, and her thighs, back in place.

She gulped as she stared at his handsome face. “M-More?” Could she do it? And hold it? Could she contain so much more than what she had now and not go insane?

There was an unmistakable excitement seeping into her bones. She looked at his face and she asked him, “Can I make you feel like this? Will you teach me how, my Lord?” she asked, at the same time that she raised her hand and used the cloth on her sleeve to wipe the wetness on his chin.

A look of surprise came over his handsome face as he watched her. “Seeing how you respond to me, I will much enjoy teaching you.” He lowered his head and when he kissed her, she smelled and tasted herself on him.

“Why did you just suddenly do that? We were talking about trading and suddenly you wanted to kiss... is it like that?”

To her surprise, he laughed aloud before he replied. “You smiled.”

She blinked. “My Lord? Did you mean smiling can make you think of doing things to a woman?” she asked, confused.

“Not to any woman.” He frowned for a moment. And then, as if something settled inside his head, he said, “Your smile makes me want to do things to you that will make you smile more, and often.”

She felt like what he’d just done to her made her make more embarrassing noises. In fact, smiling was the last thing on her mind during those moments. But she didn’t say that. Instead, she asked. “Can I do something for you, too, my Lord?” she asked, shyly but determinedly. “Can I be... should I go down and...” She couldn’t say it all.

He looked very interested. His look deepened and his eyes glittered. “You know something about that?”

“My cousins talk,” she told him, observing that he was getting flushed in the face, his eyes becoming feverish. “They talked about some of the things they do on the night of May Day. I’d like... let me know... should I do them? My Lord, you have just pleasured me beyond... beyond my imagination and I would like... I’m curious... to see... if I can give you pleasure, too.”

“It does not scare you?”

She swallowed her nervousness. “I don’t feel scared. I am nervous, but... I also feel brave. I want... I want to know how to touch you, too.”

An expression passed through his eyes. There was a smile on his lips as he stared at her for a moment. “You can certainly see... and you can touch. You can certainly do what you want.” Then he closed his eyes and his jaws clenched. “Oh, woman... what you do to me... it is very hard now.”