Slowly, he lowered his hands to run along Yvette’s smooth abdomen. Molly did likewise. Reaching around her hips, his fingers glided over the golden curls at the apex of her thighs.
Yvette sighed and slanted her head to rest on his shoulder, giving him better access to her body.
Molly’s gaze followed his strong hand when they opened up Yvette’s moist inner lips. He placed his fingers inside. Dipping into her wet core, he rubbed creamy juices over her clitoris.
Molly’s stomach tightened while her own milky essence increased between her thighs. The sight of a naked woman openly enjoying the touch of a man made her feel wanton, wicked.
With a husky voice, Devlin whispered in a firm voice, “Touch yourself like this.”
Obeying his command, Molly opened her sensitive and swollen lips with one hand and with the other, plunged two fingers inside herself, spreading her warm fluid over the throbbing nub. Closing her eyes briefly, erotic sensations washed over her languid body.
He was watching her.
The thought drove her mad with excitement.
Whimpering moans escaped from the woman in front of her. Devlin expertly pushed his fingers in and out while his other hand rubbed her vigorously.
Molly’s mouth went dry, the sun warming her naked flesh, her nipples protruding from the prickly sensation. Her fingers glided in and out, filling her entrance that ached for Devlin’s touch. She wanted him to caress her as he caressed Yvette. Would his long fingers feel like hers do right now? Their eyes bore into each other’s. Sexual attraction, thick and hot, wrapped around her like a thousand mouths kissing her skin.
Throwing her head forward, Molly’s aroused body came with a powerful force at the same time Yvette jerked with tension. The maid’s moans and heavy breathing mingled with hers, heightening the blissful pleasure.
Kissing Yvette’s neck, he studied Molly. “Women are incredible creatures.”
Lifting his wet fingers up, he allowed Yvette to suck on her juices.
Molly lifted her fingers to her lips but Devlin roughly grabbed her wrist.
She winced then relaxed as he pulled her closer. Plunging her moist fingers into his mouth, he closed his eyes as if he savored the flavor of her core.
Devlin’s warm tongue swirled around her fingers, causing a heated flush to envelope her body.
“Hmm.” Shifting around Yvette, he faced Molly. “Taste yourself in my mouth.”
Tilting his head, he kissed her, plunging his tongue passed her lips. She relished the bittersweet flavor mingled with the tang of his mouth.
Yvette pulled his riding jacket off, untied his cravat and unbuttoned his shirt. Devlin deepened the kiss, his hand lost in the waves of Molly’s red hair.
Molly traced her hand along his square jaw line, the muscle jerked beneath her touch.
Devlin pulled away and shrugged out of his garments. “Look at me.”
She stepped back, not wasting a moment longer on divulging the sight of his well-formed body. His arms bulged with tight muscles, his chest, smooth and contoured. A thin line of soft brown hair ran down his flat stomach toward his pelvic bone. His bold shaft stood hard and firm against a thatch of curly brown hair.
All virile, all male.
“Touch me,” Devlin said. The pulse on the side of his neck throbbed.
Molly moved closer, her hands shaking. She lightly bit her bottom lip as she touched the smooth skin on his torso.
His eyes stared into hers, communicating the hunger beneath the wanting.
Her hands ran slowly down his broad chest toward his erection. She was about to caress something that had always been forbidden. Something mysterious. Molly had never touched a man so intimately. She should feel awkward and ashamed of her innocence, but nothing felt so right than to embrace this man’s body. As if he were made for her and her for him.
She clasped his firm shaft with curiosity, lightly cupping the length of his smooth manhood with both her hands. He swayed and Molly gazed up. His nostrils flared when he took a deep breath. His eyes glazing with a hunger that sent her stomach fluttering. She was affecting him, and it made her senses soar.
Swallowing, she rubbed him up and down, enjoying watching the small detail on his face change with every passing moment. The vein on his neck grew darker, the muscles on his chest and arms hardened while his breath deepened.
He closed his eyes as if he were in torture. “Stop.”
She did not want to stop. She wanted to keep going, but he grabbed her wrist and lured her toward Yvette on the blanket. Following behind him, she took the chance to peek at his buttocks. Each tanned cheek moved with supple firmness. She itched to touch them, kiss and bite them.
Devlin helped her onto the blanket next to Yvette, while he lay down between them. Propping up on his elbows, he said to Yvette, “I want you to show Molly how to please a man with her mouth.”
Molly caught her breath. His raw charisma was so potent, his confidence, intoxicating.
A twinkle entered Yvette’s large blue eyes, her face red with eagerness. She sat up, running her delicate hand down Devlin’s hard body until she clasped his engorged shaft.
“Come closer
,
ma chérie
, do not be afraid,” Yvette instructed. “A man’s cock is a most wondrous object.” Her hand moved slowly up and down while she leaned over to flick her tongue across the narrow slit on the head. “Devlin and I are old friends. I know what he likes and what will make him peak.”
Molly could not tear her gaze away from Devlin’s impressive erection. Its smooth helmet glistened with the moisture of the maid’s tongue.
Yvette continued, “Use your hand at the base and guide the cock into your mouth, using a slight sucking motion.”
Devlin’s hard flesh disappeared into the maid’s trim mouth, her curly blond hair bounced as her head bobbed up and down.
Collapsing his elbows, he fell onto his back and groaned. The animalist growl sent ripples of arousal through her. It seemed the mighty marquess was completely at the mercy of Yvette’s mouth. Molly liked the thought that she too could have the same power over this magnificent man.
“Now your turn,” the maid said.
Tentatively, Molly clasped his erection in the same manner as the maid and wrapped her tongue around the head of the penis. It felt foreign to her tongue—warm, stiff and inviting. She opened her lips wider, slowly allowing the inside of her mouth to encompass all of his flesh.
“That’s it. Take all of me into your sweet mouth.”
With more confidence, Molly sucked, licked and fondled his cock and balls. She breathed heavily through her nose, her lungs burning for more air, but she did not want it to end. She was getting more and more inventive with her tongue when a hand stopped her.
“I am too close, you must allow me to gain control,” Devlin said in a hoarse voice. Sweat beading upon his brow.
Reluctantly, she shifted back and released his swollen staff. The seam of her labia was richly wet and throbbing. She wanted to do more, much more.
Yvette nodded with pride. “You did well for a beginner.” The maid turned to Devlin. “She will make a wonderful courtesan for you.”
Molly stammered, “Oh, I am not to—”
“I am just her tutor,” Devlin added at the same time.
Yvette smiled and nodded. “My lord, if you have no more need of me, I will return to the manor to help for this eve’s ball.”
“You have my leave,” Devlin replied, ignoring the maid as she donned her clothes and left the circle of trees. His eyes were only for Molly, imagining what she would look like in his bedchamber, her skin glowing, her red hair framing her lovely face while it splayed across the white pillows.
“Why do you look at me so?” Molly asked in a self-conscious tone. “May I continue with, with—”
“No, it’s my turn to teach you how to receive pleasure.” Devlin rolled forward and on bended knees, lowered his lips to hers. His tongue pressed into her mouth, exploring the velvet recesses. She returned his kiss with a daring hunger that burned through him. Her reaction left him breathless, shaking his composed foundation. Whenever she was near, he could not maintain his indifference. It took all his will not ravish her on the ground, breaking her maidenhead and claiming her as his own.
He pushed the lump of regret down his throat and pulled away. He had to preserve control. Sitting back on his hunches, he took a moment to cool his ardor and admire Molly’s curvaceous body. Her large breasts moved up and down with each breath she took, the rosy areolae covered most of her breasts while her nipples stood hard, ready for his attention. Molly’s lovely hands trembled by her side.
“Relax, I will only give you pleasure today.”
He could not read her expression when she looked up into the cloudless sky. A salty breeze lifted small bluebell flowers into the air and they landed upon her hair, adorning her face like a Greek goddess.
He picked a flower out of her hair and lightly touched her breasts with its tender blue petals. She gasped and watched him closely, her eyes shimmered with expectation. He leaned over her and lashed his tongue across each nipple, giving each one attention until Molly writhed beneath him.
Suppressing his straining erection and its need for pleasure, he shifted himself over her body, trailing his tongue all the way to her sacred place.
“Open your legs,” he spoke more with need than command.
Bit by bit, she widened her thighs, like a blooming rose opening to the sun. He licked his lips and studied her curly mound of auburn hair. In the sunlight, her arousal glistened along her inner lips, her musky scent arousing him beyond distraction.
Unable to resist any longer, Devlin lapped at her delicious satin flesh. The bittersweet flavor glided across his tongue and he took the moment to savor the taste. He thrust his tongue inside her again, devouring her rich cream.
Molly wildly bucked her hips, but he held her down, flicking his tongue over her sensitive clit and then devouring her musky entrance. He could not get enough of her. He could lie here all day licking her, tasting her, feeding on her passion.
She writhed in agony and soon her whole body shuddered. Exploding over and over again, she gave him more of her luscious nectar while her insides pulsated around his tongue.
Once she gained control over her breathing, she propped up on her elbows, her face flushed. The becoming shade was erotic and adorable at the same time.
“No vision is finer than when a woman finds her fulfillment,” he said.
A smile beamed across her face, and she fell back, her hands in her hair. She stretched with satisfaction, and a sense of pride swelled within Devlin. He had given pleasure to many women, but this was the first time he felt truly sated without finding his own release.
She sat up and leaned on her knees in front of him, her enticing breasts swaying. “I am ready to lose my maidenhead,” she offered quite innocently.
Devlin groaned, his erection yearning to sink into her willing depths. However, he could not do it. He could not break her maidenhead, tainting her purity.
His body burned for her, like no other, yet a dark pesky feeling inside denied him satisfaction. Rising to his feet, he offered her a hand and pulled her up to stand.
Placing a chastise kiss on her lips, he muttered, “Another time, sweet Molly.”
Turning, he gathered her clothing and helped Molly into her gown.
“Another time?” she asked, a slightly hurt tone edging her voice.