A Lady's Pleasure by Robin Schone Read Free Book Online

a dark silhouette, head thrown back toward the black ceiling. "Oh, for heaven's sake, it is nothing, really. When I sat up, something ...
you ...
came out of me."
Robert's manhood leapt to full life.
Sitting up, he followed the line of Abigail's knee, soft and slender, growing softer, softer ... Their fingers met on her thigh.
A cool, viscous fluid was smeared on it. Her fingertips rested on the outer parameters.
"My sperm." His voice was flat in the darkness.
"I know." Her voice sounded more like she was nine going on ten instead of twenty-nine going on thirty.
"There's still some inside you." He linked his fingers between hers and guided their hands between her legs. "Feel. Me. And you."
She gasped when he brought their joined fingers up to her hot, swollen lips.
There was more of him. And her.
The essence of a man and a woman.
He had never felt himself on a woman before. Had never felt himself inside her.
The combined sensation of the slick viscous fluids warmed by her body struck him with the force of a bullet.
When she would have jerked her hand away, he forced their fingers between her swollen, passion-slick lips, pushed upward until two fingers slid inside her flesh, one his and one hers.
"I never knew two people could be this close." Her voice was a sough of breath.
"Neither did I," he murmured hoarsely. "Why did you pull away from me when I started taking down your hair?"
"It gets tangled."
Robert recognized a lie when he heard one.
Another secret to unravel, another obstacle to overcome.
"I'll brush it for you tomorrow. Spread your legs wider."
Clumsily she acceded; her body dipped lower to the mattress, forcing their fingers further up inside her.
The muscles inside her vagina rippled. "Robert."
"What?"
"Did you really peep through the window?"
"You didn't open the door when I knocked."
She clenched her body, forcibly trapping their fingers inside her. "I was reading."
He wondered what sex act she had been reading about to put the sublime expression on her face that he had witnessed when looking through the window. "So I saw."
"What did you think I was reading?"
"Devotional literature."
He waited for her next question, could feel it trembling on the air.
When it didn't come, he answered her anyway. "I did not take you because I thought you were wanton, Abigail. I took you because I needed you. And you were right. What we shared tonight is not dirty."
The huskiness in her voice deepened. "Robert."
"What?"
"Lean forward."
"Why?"
"Because I want to kiss you."
Heart lurching inside his chesthe who killed without blinking an eyehe leaned forward, made her lean forward, too, for the pleasure of feeling her body adjust around their fingers.
Her lips missed his at first. She raised a cool hand and found his jaw, aligned her lips accordingly.
It was a virgin kiss.
A first kiss.
He let her learn his lips while inside her he could feel the myriad little convulsions the two of their fingers were causing. And then, suddenly, the wet heat that inundated his fingers covered his lips.
Abigail learned quickly. She rimmed the seam of his mouth with her tongue. Immediately he opened for her, allowed her to enter him as he entered her.
But he wanted more.
More of the storm.
More of Abigail.
He sucked her tongue more deeply inside him, then he suckled it as he had her clitoris and her nipple, suckled until the tiny ripples around their fingers became one large contraction, and with a little gasp she came into his mouth.
Gently he released her tongue and her hand. And found the remaining hairpins in her hair. They fell to the plank floor like a rain of firing pins. Carefully searching for more, but finding none, he plunged both hands into her hair and worked it loose until it hung wild and free down her back, a curtain of living silk.
He felt his penis grow another inch.
"Lie down."
"Why?"
"So I can crawl over your body."
"Not into it?"
"Later." Robert's lips twitchedhis prim and proper lady was game to the end. "First we need to get you