Seducing Miss Cecily (Victorian Virgins) (3 page)

“Yes.”
 
Her
face burned with shame as her legs fell open wider, but she did want this.
 
She wanted to feel Robert inside of her,
taking her innocence and giving her a taste of what she would never have
again.
 
Even if she only had this one
night, she would take it.
 
She was too
selfish not to.

Rising above her, Robert moved off the bed and
Cecily followed him with curious eyes.
 
“I need to finish undressing, pet.
 
Perhaps you would like to help me?”
 
It wasn’t really a request and Cecily knew it.
 
Rising, trying to ignore her own nakedness, she came to stand in
front of the fire, seeking its warmth and light.

Gently, Robert pushed her down to her knees.
 
“Take my breeches off, Cecily.”
 
He ran a hand through her hair.
 
“I know you know how.”
 
Then, that same hand stroked her back,
caressing her soft flesh and Cecily was lost.
 
That one touch undid her more than anything else and sighed, reaching
out with shaking fingers to undo the buttons on his breeches.

As she peeled the fabric down his body, she gasped
to see his bare legs.
 
Hard and
muscular, they were covered in the same crisp hair that was on his chest.
 
Caressing his calf, she gently tugged his
breeches the rest of the way down before looking up slightly to realize that he
still wore his smalls.
 
Those, she
supposed, would have to go as well.

Licking her lips, she worked her fingers underneath
the waistband of the thin garment, trying not to brush against the swollen
ridge of what was obviously his erect cock.
 
She wasn’t certain what would happen when she touched it, but she hadn’t
expected it to be quite so big.

“Take them off, lovey,” Robert coaxed, his voice
soft and seductive once more.
 
“You know
you want to.
 
I
know you want
to.”

Nodding, Cecily looked up to meet Robert’s
eyes.
 
“How do you know so much about
me?
 
About what I want?”

He smiled because he knew it would ease her
confusion.
 
It worked on every woman of
his acquaintance.
 
“Because I know
you.
 
I have for a very long time.”
 
He inclined his head.
 
“Now take them off and I’ll tell you how to
proceed.”
 
When she looked up at him
with panicked eyes, he laughed.
 
“You
are a virgin, Cecily.
 
I am certain you
will not quite know what to do with me.”

That, she thought to herself, was an
understatement.
 
Taking a steadying
breath, she reached up and tugged the smalls down his legs, working to stifle a
gasp as his cock sprang free, massive and erect.
 
She’d expect him to be big, but nothing quite like this.

He was long and thick and she could see the veins
pulsing under her unwavering gaze.
 
Tentatively, she reached out to touch him, but then pulled back.
 
Robert, however, was having none of that,
not when he had her naked and kneeling before him.
 
Instead, he grabbed her wrist and guided her hand until it
hovered just over the jutting piece of meat that hung between his legs.

“Wrap your hand around me, pet, and stroke.”
 
When she hesitated, he took his other hand
and guided her, showed her how to grasp him.
 
“It will feel good for both of us.
 
I promise.”
 
He didn’t want to
mention that, at the moment, it would probably feel better for him than for
her.
 
But he would pleasure her later,
so much that she would beg him to keep her.
 
Robert rather liked that idea.
 
Keeping Cecily as his mistress to fuck whenever he desired held an
enormous amount of appeal at the moment.

Slowly at first, Cecily ran her hand up and down the
length of Robert’s cock.
 
It was like
hot velvet in her hands and she immediately loved the way it felt in her
grasp.
 
If that made her a wanton or a
loose woman, so be it.
 
She’d been
called worse, especially by the marquess.
 
His manhood was also far bigger than she’d expected, the visible bulge
in his smalls not providing her with a clear idea of exactly how large he was.

But he was marvelous; he
felt
marvelous.
 
And at the moment, Cecily wondered if she
would be brave enough to do something she’d only heard whispers about.
 
Some courtesans, she knew, put men’s cocks
in their mouths.
 
She had no idea why or
what they did, but, well, they were courtesans, so obviously the men received
some pleasure from the act.
 
She
suspected Robert might as well.

When he groaned at her ministrations, Cecily’s eyes
snapped up, only to see his head thrown back, an expression of pure pleasure on
his face.
 
He was clearly enjoying what
she was doing, but within her, a need burned to do more.
 
This was Robert, her childhood love.
 
She would only have this one chance, this
one night, and suddenly, she wanted to try everything.
 
She didn’t want to leave this room and
wonder.

Slowly, she brought her lips to the tip of his cock
where a small bead of moisture had already formed.
 
Carefully, she lapped at the drop with the tip of her tongue and
was surprised when Robert’s hands came down to grip her shoulders hard.
 
She stiffened and immediately pulled away.

“Dear God, woman!
 
Are you trying to kill me?”
 
There was almost a note of pain in his voice, which made no sense to
her.
 
When he saw the expression on her
face, however, he softened.
 
“Or are you
trying to think of a new way to please me, pet?”
 
Delight lit his eyes and a smile played across his lips.
 
“Oh, Cecily.
 
You are a treasure.”

Carefully, he guided her head back to the tip of his
cock.
 
“Slide your lips down over
me.”
 
When she did as he asked, he
nearly came on the spot but somehow managed to get himself back under
control.
 
“Now move yourself up and
down, love, as if I’m a sweet that you’re licking.
 
Just do what comes naturally.
 
Your body will know.”

Doing as he asked, Cecily found that, indeed, she
did know what to do, at least the basics.
 
Though she was unskilled, she could tell that Robert was enjoying
himself, so she decided to experiment, just a bit.

Wrapping her hand around his base, she began to
pucker her lips tightly around his shaft as she moved along his length, her
tongue stroking and teasing as if she were licking the most delicious treat
imaginable.
 
And he was delicious.
 
Sweet, yet tangy with a hint of salt, she
adored the taste of him.
 
She also found
that the harder she sucked and licked, the more he groaned.

Occasionally, she would pull his cock from her mouth
and rub it across her face, using the soft skin of her cheeks, lips, and chin
to add to his pleasure.
 
She wasn’t
certain why she did it, only that it seemed like a good idea, and Robert wasn’t
complaining in the least.
 
In fact, when
she rubbed her breasts across his heated cock, her nipples hardening at the
touch of him on her body, she felt him jump in her hands.
 
At that, she began to grow wetter still,
enjoying this far more than she’d anticipated.
 
She now understood why the loose women did this.
 
It was simply so damn enjoyable.

Deciding to see how far she could push things,
Cecily slid him back into her mouth once more when she noticed his hands
clenched so hard on a nearby chair that his knuckles were white.
 
He was trying to prevent himself from
spilling his seed before he was inside of her.
 
She’d lived in the country long enough to see animals mate and she had a
fair idea of the process.

Now, eager to bring him to the edge, Cecily began
lapping at his cock hard and fast, caressing his balls with the soft tips of
her fingers, teasing and stroking the delicate flesh with her nails until she
felt his hips shudder and his thighs begin to quake.

“Enough!”
 
Robert’s voice was a hoarse whisper and she could tell he was barely
hanging on to his precious control.
 
“You, my girl, are a quick study.
 
That is such a marvelous talent.
 
One I shall be certain not to waste.
 
Cock sucking is an art and you, my darling, seem to have a gift for it.”

Reaching down, he pulled Cecily to her feet.
 
“But now, it’s my turn.”
 
Then, in one smooth motion, he gathered her
in his arms and deposited her on the bed, her legs dangling over the side.
 
“Two can play this game, pet.”
 
He grinned wickedly at her.
 
“Just be certain that you know what you are
getting into before you start.”

She had no idea what he was talking about, but could
only assume that he would be doing something to her that was similar to what
she’d just done to him.
 
She also knew
she would enjoy it immensely.

Spreading her legs, Robert knelt between them and
grasped her thighs to pull her closer to the edge of the bed, earning a shriek
from Cecily.
 
“Easy, pet,” he cooed,
stroking the soft, warm skin of her inner thigh until she relaxed again.
 
“I’m only gong to return the favor, give you
a small taste of what a rake like me can do.”

He continued his light, stroking touches, until he
could see her relax and the lips of her sex begin to swell as she ripened and
opened for him.
 
A sweet, musky scent
rose from her and he knew she was wet and willing.
 
Despite her innocence, she wanted this.
 
She wanted him.
 
It was
perfect.
 
There would be no need to
force her, not that he was certain at this point that he would have been able
to take her had she been unwilling.
 
He
was a rake, but he did have some morals, especially when it came to old
childhood friends.

Nestling closer, he blew a cool stream of air across
her hot, wet cunt.
 
She squirmed a bit
but he put a hand to her hip to keep her still.
 
When he took her, he wanted her to slick and writing, nearly
begging for his cock.

“Robert!”
 
There was so much pleading in her voice that he couldn’t help but wonder
once more if she’d make a viable, long-term mistress.
 
If she fucked as well as she sucked, then, quite possibly.
 
“I need you.”
 
She was all desperation and want, something that pleased him to
no end.

He laughed softly.
 
“I know what you need, sweeting.
 
I swear I do.
 
But you need to trust
me.”
 
He placed a kiss on her inner
thigh.
 
“I need you nice and wet when I
take your virginity, Cecily.
 
That way
works best.
 
Now lie back and I’ll make
you feel oh, so good.”
 
Then he kissed
her soft, creamy thighs again, allowing his tongue to trail over the quivering
flesh.
 
She was young and ripe and sweet
– perfect for him and his appetites.

Kissing his way farther up her thigh, he was
rewarded with a mewling noise when he finally allowed his lips to trail over
her pussy lips, her cunt swollen with her own desire.
 
Gently, he parted her folds and allowed his tongue to trail the
length of her slick channel.
 
She tasted
so sweet and innocent, just as he’d imagined.
 

Lapping and caressing her heated core with his
tongue, he was gratified when she gasped in pure pleasure when his tongue
pressed hard into her clit.
 
“That’s it,
Cecily,” Robert coaxed, needing more from her, wanting her drenched and
dripping when he finally took her.
 
“Give me more, love.
 
Come for
me.”

“I don’t…
 
I
can’t…”
 
Fisting her hands in the
sheets, Cecily seemed to be searching for something.
 
“I don’t know how.”
 
The
words were torn from her throat in what he knew had to be a humiliating
admission.

“Yes, you do,” he coaxed again, knowing that by the
end of the night, she’d be completely under his spell.
 
“I know you, Cecily, my brave little
one.
 
You know what to do.
 
Your body is telling you.
 
Let it go and do what feels good.”
 
Then he tongued her clit again and she
shuddered, though she didn’t come.
 
She
was close, however, and Robert knew it was time to ratchet up her level of
pleasure a bit more.
 
He didn’t want her
afraid, but he did want her insatiable.