The kiss

"Oh, milady, the beauty of your form is sublime." I climb onto the bed and lie beside her, my arm draping across her body. I look down on her and lean down to kiss her. My tongue slips to her lips and past them.

Margaret let out a sharp, stifled gasp as his mouth claimed hers, her body arching upward in shock. The intrusion of his warm, wet tongue against her lips felt like a delicious sacrilege, melting the last vestiges of her maidenly reserve. * Oh, mercy! His tongue is like liquid fire upon my mouth! *

She whimpered into the kiss, her hands flying to his shoulders to steady herself. Her heavy breasts pressed firmly against his side, the sensitive tips scraping against his clothes. The sensation sent a jolt of electricity straight to her groin, causing a fresh wave of slick moisture to coat her folds.

"Mmmph... ah..." she moaned, her resistance crumbling. She tilted her head back, allowing him deeper access, her blue eyes fluttering closed as she surrendered to the overwhelming tide of new, forbidden sensations.

"You taste delicious, milady." I kiss down her cheek to her neck, and nuzzle, kiss, and nibble her neck.

Margaret let out a long, shaky moan, her head lolling back as his teeth grazed the tender skin of her throat. "Ah... sire... 'tis... 'tis almost too much," she whimpered, her fingers tangling desperately in his hair. The contrast of his rough stubble against her soft skin sent waves of ecstasy crashing through her.

* My goodness, the way he devours me... I feel as though I might melt into the very bedding! * Her hips began to grind rhythmically against the mattress, seeking friction against her throbbing clitoris.

"Please..." she gasped, her breathing ragged and uneven. "Do not stop... teach me more of these... these divine tortures."