He takes his time

The Verderer's cock jumped in his britches when he heard Christine's admission. From the first stolen kiss in the tack-room to the way her body jerked and trembled when he explored her figure, he knew that this maid was no harlot, but that did not necessarily mean that he would be the one. Not for the first time the Verderer wondered about this maid and why she was wandering alone through the old forest. She was clearly used to a finer life than he and her father was no common merchant.

Some of the most successful merchants lived like nobles and their daughters were as pure and soft as this, but how could a young woman from a family like that end up alone with her brother. The most likely explanation was that she was fleeing an arranged marriage, although that did not explain the presence of her brother. Perhaps, the sketchy explanation she gave in the woods was the truth after all, in that case Merthin was going to be a lucky man to have a ward as beautiful as Evelyn placed into his care. With a smile Werner decided that that Notary would have to be disappointed in at least one way when he eventually led this beauty to his bed.

He would have to be careful, as much as he wanted to climb onto this angel and plough her like a bull, as tiny as she was it would require all the restraint he could muster, to make this first time pleasurable for both of them. After stripping off his remaining clothes, Werner joined Evelyn on the straw-covered floor and lifted her hips until he could taste the sweet nectar of her virgin sex. It did not take long before he had her lifting herself in an arch and gasping in wonder as he tongued her back to the edge of a climax again.

Nothing in Christine's limited experience had prepared her for anything like this. The urgent excitement of the Verderer's earlier kisses and probing fingers was more what she expected from the snippets of conversations she overheard from her ladies -in-waiting. In fact, when he had gently positioned her on her back, she fully expected him to climb on top of her and complete the act, and now as she writhed in growing need, she began to beg him to do just that.

"Please ... I need this ..." As wrong as this was, and anything that felt this good must surely be a mortal sin, Christine could do nothing more than surrender herself to the strong, experienced hands of the man who had saved her and Erik and captured her heart at the same time. "Take me ... please, Master Werner, take me now ... I cannot wait a second longer!" She pressed her flower even harder into the Verderer's face, but she knew she could no longer be satisfied with just his fingers or tongue. She needed him and nothing else would do.