The Earl's Daughter by Cassie Lyons Read Free Book Online Page B

timid, but excited. She simultaneously wanted to hide from him—and to show him every bit of her.
    “You are lovely, Sylvie.” He brought her hand to his lips, and he kissed it many times. “So very, very lovely.”
    “I feel so... light-headed.”
    “Are you alright?”
“I am.” Her heart continued to thump wildly, making her chest bounce. “I'm just feeling a bit shy.”
    “Take your time.” Peter hesitated as he started to remove his unmentionables, giving her a chance to protest. “And if you are ever too uncomfortable, you can stop me anytime.”
    “ Don't stop !” she practically screamed at him. “I need you. I need this.” She parted her knees slightly, invitingly, and his hand glided along her inner thigh. Feeling his fingers on her secret skin made her moan with rapture. Sylvie parted her legs even further, offering herself to him. When she saw his manhood for the first time, she felt a dizzying rush of blood in her head.
    “You're like a dream.” Peter lightly kissed her knee as he spoke. “A dream that came to life.” He lifted his gaze to meet hers, and smiled slyly. Most of Peter's smiles were slight, but this particular smile had a hint of giddiness behind it. It was such a warm, wide smile, it made his rare dimples appear.
    “You're so handsome. So... beautiful,” she told him. “I always thought so.”
    Peter's hand massaged her stomach. As he touched her, he took her hand and laid it against his chest, encouraging her to touch him. Her fingers tentatively touched his skin; Peter's touch, on the other hand, was fueled by urgency. His hand was molded around her breast, and his thumb played with her nipple.
    “It feels good... to have you touch me,” Sylvie said. Her thoughts were so muddled, it was difficult to speak.
    “And it feels wonderful to touch you, I assure you.” When Peter's head descended to her breast, Sylvie gasped. His tongue lapped at both of her breasts, and he took one of her nipples between his lips. Several times, he flicked his tongue over the tiny nub, making her whimper with delight. As Peter suckled her breasts, his hand went down to her thighs, urging them further apart. He kissed down the entire length of her body, and when his eyes were level with her womanhood, she was tempted to close her legs. When she saw him staring at the most intimate parts of her, she thought she might swoon.
    Peter's finger barely brushed her outer lips, almost as if he was testing her. When Sylvie didn't protest, he traced his finger down the length of her slit and gently pulled her lips apart. Her insides were moist and wet and begging to be touched, so he dipped a finger inside her, ever-so-slightly.
    “Peter...” As Sylvie whimpered his name, her body instinctively pressed against his hand. “Oh god... oh, please...”
    When he positioned himself between her legs, she felt his manhood brushing against her. Sylvie took a deep breath. She could scarcely believe she was still conscious—how hadn't her overwhelming need for him made her swoon? She could feel him position the tip of his penis at her entrance, where he hesitated, giving her a chance to change her mind. When she did not protest, Peter pushed deeper, plowing through the obstruction of her maidenhood as he delved deep inside her.
    Peter could feel her tightness clamping around him, and the feeling nearly made him explode. Sylvie wrapped her legs around him, as if she was trying to get him as deep as she could. As he thrust in and out of her, Sylvie's hips were bucking, matching his pace. He could feel her pulsating against his manhood as ecstasy took her, and Sylvie squealed with pleasure. Peter's face twisted slightly as he exploded deep inside her.
    After his climax, he stayed buried inside her for some time, relishing the feeling as long as he could. When he finally withdrew from Sylvie's body, he laid beside her and took her in his arms. “Beautiful...” His lips brushed against her shoulder as he whispered