The Dancing Master (Stolen Moments) (3 page)

Her fingers found his buttons and she undid
them, wanting to feel his skin under her hands.
 
She knew she was being wicked, but no one was here to see.
 
No one need ever know.

His cock sprang free as soon as she had freed a
path for it, standing out stiffly from its nest of hair.
 
She gasped.
 
It was even bigger than it had seemed through his breeches, and its head
was thick and purple.

He took her hands and placed them on his bare
cock, showing her just how to stroke him up and down.
 
"This is what a man would do with you if
he took you out on to a balcony in the dark.
 
He would want to feel every part of you, and to have you touch him in
return."

She reached down to cup his balls in her hand
and
was rewarded
with a groan.
 
"I should be on my guard against men who
would have me touch them like this."

The look on his face
was
pained
, as if her touch hurt him, but when she went to remove her hands,
he held them there with his own.
 
"Indeed
you should be.
 
They mean you no
good."

"But if I were to let a man touch my breasts,
and if I were to touch him back like this in return, what would he do
next?"

The sweet, hopeful look on her face as she
stroked his cock undid him.
 
He was going
to fuck her now and marry her tomorrow, her father be damned.
 
"If you touch a man like that," he
warned her, "he will assume you have given him permission to take the
ultimate liberty.
 
He will want to make
love to you, and he will believe you want to make love to him in return."

Her hands stilled.
 
"He would?"

"You must be very careful you do not allow
a rogue to take such liberties.
 
If he
gets this far with you, he won't take kindly to being told no."
 
He shuffled her over to the back of the
couch, bent her over it so that her bottom was sticking up into the air and
flipped her skirts up over her waist.
 
With gentle hands, he pushed her legs apart and stroked her between
them.
 
"He will assume you want his
cock in between your legs," he said, as he guided his shaft to the
entrance of her tight passage and rubbed it over her wet lips.
 
"And he will push his cock inside
you," he said, thrusting slowly inside her, "until he has broken your
maidenhead."

She wriggled against him, and suddenly he had
broken through her maidenhead and was thrusting himself inside her as deep as
he could go.
 
He luxuriated in the
feeling of being inside her, the heat and wetness of her, the eager way she
strained against him, seeking to pull him deeper,
the
way
her buttocks rose and pushed against him.
 

Yes, this was where he belonged, now and
forever.
 
She was his.
 
No one else would ever touch her now that he
had laid his claim.
 
He would not allow
anyone else to come near her.

"Nigel."
 
Her voice was a soft breath and she moved
against him as if she
couldn't
get enough of him.

"Susanna," he whispered back, as he
drew back a little before thrusting deep into her once more.
 
"See how much care you must take with
gentlemen during a ball.
 
You would not
want just any man to take you like this.
 
To fill you with his cock until you can't take any more, until you are
begging him to make you come."

His only answer was a little moan and an
arching of her back so he could fill her even deeper.
 
But
he wasn't going
to let her off the hook so easily.
 
"You wouldn't take any other man in my place, would you?
 
You wouldn't let any other man have his way
with you."

Silence from her, broken only by a few breathy
moans.

He stopped pushing into her, demanding an
answer before he fed her hunger.
 
"You wouldn't want any other man in my place, would you?"

She shook her head vigorously to dispel the
very thought of it.
 
"No.
 
Only you, Nigel."

That still
wasn't
enough for him.
 
"You won't go out
on to a balcony with any other man but me, will
you.
"
 
His hands clenched into fists at the idea
that any other man would touch her as he had.

"No, Nigel.
 
Only with you."

His fists unclenched a little.
 
"You won't let any other man kiss
you."

"No."

"Or touch you."

"Never."

"Only me.
 
I am the only one that you
will allow to kiss you.
 
To touch you.
 
I am the
only one that you want."

"It has only ever been you that I want,
Nigel.
 
It has always been you."

He wanted to shout his triumph to the
skies.
 
Susanna was his.
 
She loved him.
 
"And you want me now."

"Yes.
 
Oh yes, I want you now, Nigel.
 
Please."

Her plea undid him.
 
He needed her so badly, and it was Heaven to
know that she wanted him just as badly in return.
 
He took hold of her hips and anchored himself
so he could thrust into her, slowly and deeply, feeding her passion and his own
until they were both at fever pitch.
 
"Does this feel good, Susanna?" he muttered, as he held back
his orgasm with an iron will.
 
"Do I
make you feel good?"

His only answer was a scream that burst out
from her lungs as her passage contracted around him.
 
"Nigel," she cried, as the
pulsings
of pleasure overwhelmed her.

He could not speak in reply.
 
His breath caught in his throat as he
was tipped
over the edge into paradise.
 
With the force of a team of runaway horses,
he shot his seed into her, filling her with his essence, laying claim to her in
a way that no other man could ever match.
 
He was her first lover, the first man who had ever breached her defenses
and found the glorious treasure inside.
 
No one could ever take that away from him.

Susanna wiggled her bottom against Nigel,
milking the last drops of pleasure from their joining.
 
Heavens, if that was what happened on dark
balconies during balls, it was no wonder that all her friends were mad about
them.
 
She had never felt so…so
satisfied
in all her life before.
 
"Does this mean I am no longer a
virgin?"

Nigel pulled back from her, sliding his
dripping parts out of her and tucking them back into his breeches.
 
"I'm afraid so, my love."

She wanted to shout out her happiness to
all the
world, but that would never do.
 
Her mama would consider her quite disgraced,
and her papa would probably take a switch to her.
 
"Oh dear.
 
How shocking."

He brushed her skirts down over her bare
bottom.
 
"We need to tidy you up
again or
Favers
will know for sure what we have been
doing."

She
didn't
care if the
whole world knew he had taken her virginity.
 
Reluctantly, she accepted her pantaloons from him and retied them under
her skirts, and adjusted her bodice.
 
"I suppose."

"You will have to marry me now, you
know.
 
There is no help for it."

She shrugged to hide the huge bubble of joy she
felt growing inside
her .
 
"I always intended to marry you."

He grinned.
 
"I might have known.
 
You
tempted me on purpose, then."

The look she gave him was haughty enough to do
a duchess proud.
 
"I wasn't aware
you needed tempting.
 
You seemed to do
very well on your own."

Just
then
there was a
scratching on the door and Miss
Favers
came back
in.
 
"Are you ready for some more
music?" she asked in her brown mouse voice.

For the first
time in her life, Susanna could feel her feet itching to dance.
 
"A waltz, I think, Miss
Favers
," she commanded coolly.

Miss
Favers
' eyes grew wide.
 
"A waltz?
 
But isn't that terribly scandalous?"

"Do as
Miss Marriott
bids
you," Nigel broke in.
 

He took her
into his arms as the strains of a waltz rather hesitantly played filled the
room.

Susanna matched
her steps to his, following him with a single misstep.

"Your
dancing has greatly improved, my love," he whispered into her ear, as he
held her tightly against his body.
 
"You must have been practicing with someone who knows what to do."

She wriggled her
body against his.
 
Her nipples were hard
and sensitive to the touch, and his parts were already stiffening once again.
 
How much longer would it be, she wondered,
before Miss
Favers
could be sent
out
for another break?
 
"It
is all due to my dancing master," she responded with a secret smile.
 
"He has taught me everything I know.
 
And I look forward to learning everything
else he has to teach me."