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Each time he pulled
back, she applied suction to the tip and every time he shoved deep and hit the
back of her throat, she swallowed. He moaned. While he grasped her head and
moved her over his length the way he wanted, she slipped a hand to his balls.
She gave them a squeeze and fondled them. Did she give him the same pleasure he
did her? With her free hand under the water, she worked her nubbin. Waves of
pleasure rolled through her body. As the first, softly cresting orgasm hit her,
she sucked Paul’s cock, holding him stationary by pressing her tongue against
his hard flesh.

“Damn, you are
skilled,” he gasped before pulling from her mouth. His smoldering gaze bore
into hers. “I want you, but not in the tub. I don’t like to be confined during
sex.” He climbed off the sides and stood waiting nearby with a hand on his wet,
glistening length.

Lydia smiled. Oh he
would be so tempting to have around the property. Chills danced down her spine.
One transgression might not be enough. Could they hide away for a quick tryst
every now and again? She levered up from the tub. Water dripped from her body,
and she let Paul look his fill of her nakedness. No longer did she agonize over
the sneaky pounds she’d acquired during the years of her marriage, not when the
footman seemed ready to devour her whole.

“Where?”
She barely forced
the question out past the need gripping her.

He pointed to the
thick rug in front of the fireplace. “There. I want to see the gleam of the
flames on your skin.”

“Yes.” Her pussy
juices tickled her curls as she exited the bath. Excitement fairly hummed over
her body. She’d never been so keen about bedroom antics before.

Paul stretched out
on the rug. His rigid cock pointed to the ceiling. “Ride me, Lady Trayhurn. I
suspect you’ve not been treated to such an experience often.”

“Not
hardly
.”
She padded over the chilly floor and then dropped to her knees beside him. He
was beautiful in all his youthful
glory,
and she would
have taken a moment to simply admire him but for the raging desire that
consumed her. With a trilling laugh, Lydia wrapped a hand around his member. It
throbbed against her palm. “This is better than any imaginings.”

“I’m waiting.” He
patted his flat stomach. “Mount me and I’ll bring you to bliss.”

Oh to have his
arrogance and young braggart attitude. She nodded and released her fingers. “Hush.”
She didn’t want to remember he was a person with feelings. The only thing she
wanted was to feel his body against hers while they shared a mutual need.

Lydia straddled
him, low enough that his cock brushed her stomach. She leaned forward and let
her breasts caress his chest. Her nipples tightened, and she repeated the
action before crushing them against him. The coarse hair prickled her sensitive
flesh and sent a new round of flutters into her pussy. She moaned from the
sheer novelty. As urgency drove instinct, she lifted onto her knees, took his
fat cock in hand, and then guided his tip to her wet entrance.

Slowly, to savor
the moment, she impaled herself, crying out at the exquisite sensations that
rushed up to meet her. She wanted to sob at the sheer decadence of it. It had
been so long since she’d felt a man in her body.

Paul’s hands on her
waist reminded her they weren’t done. When she lifted off him and his tip
flirted with her opening, she looked into his face. He watched her with a smug
expression and one raised eyebrow.

Was that a
challenge? Her heartbeat slammed into double time.

“Go ahead, my lady.
Fuck me.”

The second he
pinched one of her nipples and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, she
was lost. Pain-tipped pleasure streaked between her breasts. Her cunt throbbed
and she slammed her lower body onto his shaft once more.

A gasp wrenched
from her throat. His big cock filled her, stretched her as she’d never before experienced—and
she craved more.

On each down
stroke, Paul thrust upward. His power and speed matched her hunger. Her juices coated
his shaft and allowed for easy gliding. Soon, Lydia gave herself over to the
quick rhythm he set. She bounced on his cock, taking everything she knew she
deserved.

The wet slap of
skin joined the crackling of the fire. Her breasts jiggled and swayed from her
exertions. At one point, she closed her eyes, leaned back slightly and let him
do the work. Every lancing sent tingles through her entire body and brought her
closer to the edge.

Locks of hair
escaped their pins to tumble around her shoulders. Lydia forced her eyes open
and stared at her lover. A thin sheen of sweat slicked his chest. His eyes were
half-closed. He was exactly what she needed, yet she wanted still more, wanted
it harder.

She broke the
rhythm and ground her hips against his, forcing him deeper. A long groan issued
from him. He slid his hands to her hips. His fingers dug into her flesh.

The coiling
pressure inside tightened. Lydia clutched his shoulders and bore down. The base
of his cock rubbed against her button. The increased friction sent her higher
toward oblivion, but she refused to give in. She craved him too much.

Lydia sat upright,
desire guiding her. She
gyrated
her hips, and her cunt
pulsed for more. His thrusts grew frantic as did her answering pushes.

It was too much and
not enough. Bliss beckoned. She teetered on the edge with no relief.

Paul’s grunts and
moans sank into her consciousness. Seconds later, his fingers were on her
nubbin. He rubbed it in time to the movements of his hips, and when he pinched
the bundle of nerves, Lydia lost her grip on reality.

She fell over the
edge as white hot pleasure raced over her skin, filling every pore. Her body
stiffened as the orgasm claimed her, almost rendering her numb with its
intensity. Then just as fast, she returned to awareness only to be caught in
another wave. Contractions engulfed her pussy, and in turn squeezed Paul’s
cock.

“Ballocks, I’m
done.” He exploded into her with his next thrust. The warm rush of his seed
filled her channel at every jerk and twitch.

With a cry that
warred between satisfaction and regret the transgression was over, Lydia
collapsed onto his chest. His heartbeat raced beneath her ear. Her chest heaved
as she struggled to catch her breath. The earthy scent of him blended with the
musky after effects of sex. As his arms went around her—every bit as strong as
she’d imagined—she sighed. “Thank you for taking care of my needs.”

He nodded. “I’m
always at your service.”

Without warning, he
flipped them both around so she now rested on her back and his body haphazardly
covered hers. Against her thigh Paul’s cock twitched with renewed life. “I
wonder, Lady Trayhurn, for all your wealth and privilege, how well do you
follow instruction or if you will even allow a servant to take control?”

The End

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