Chapter 8

8

Pleasure still coursed through Agatha’s body as Sebastian climbed his heavy body atop her. He notched his member against her entrance and slid inside. He didn’t take his time, he didn’t warn her. He just thrust all the way in. The pain was sharp and she tensed against him, but he cupped her face and looked into her eyes.

“I’ve got you, little dove. Relax. That pain will fade and in a moment you’ll be begging me to keep going.”

He gave her a warm smile that she was certain was genuine. She nodded.

“You’re gripping me so tight and you feel amazing. I’m going to move now.”

She exhaled slowly. He pushed back, withdrawing from her for a moment, then slid back in. Shallow at first, then deeper. He was right, the discomfort faded quickly and soon she was panting beneath him.

“Wrap your legs around me, Agatha,” he instructed.

She lifted her legs and crossed her feet at the ankles behind his back. They were intimately connected

He was glorious, so beautiful with his sweat glistened skin and intense mossy eyes. He’d done wicked things to her body and brought her to places she’d never known possible. Her mother had certainly never mentioned any of those things. Nor had she mentioned how pleasurable the act of love making could be. But with the steady thrust of his hard shaft rubbing all of the places inside her and the angle of his body, rubbing against whatever that bit was down there that made her explode and she knew it wouldn’t be long before she shook in rapture again.

“I can feel your cunny getting tight. Are you going to come for me again, little dove?” he asked. He gave her a cocky grin, then he leaned forward and sucked a nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard, swirling his tongue over the turgid tip.

And that was all it took, she gripped his bare bottom and held him to her as she shuddered against him.

He leaned back on his heels, withdrawing from her, then gripped his member and worked his hand over it until he growled his release and spent on her belly. She watched in fascination at the milky white liquid pooling on her stomach.

“No need to make a bastard of my own,” he said. Then he flopped on his back next to her. “I suspect you will make a pretty damn good mistress.” He stood and went to the basin, then brought a wet cloth to her and cleaned her belly, then wiped between her legs.

She looked down at his softening member and saw the smear of her virgin blood along the ridge of him.

“Sore?” he asked.

She licked her lips and swallowed. “A little, but not bad.”

He had done what he’d offered, he’d brought her pleasure, shown her how sex could be and he’d taken her virginity.

And she supposed, he’d given her the seal of approval to become a mistress.