Free CHOCOLATE, TEA AND THE DUCHESS by Brita Addams

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    back. "Straddle me." She did as he instructed and he placed her over the juncture of his
    torso and legs. "You can lower yourself onto me at your own pace."
    She nodded. He took himself in hand, guiding his cock to her entrance. She
    lowered herself onto him, taking her weight on her bent knees. The head slipped inside
    her. She gasped.
    "Are you all right?"
    "I've never felt anything like it in my life."
    "There is so much more to feel, dear. When you are ready, lower yourself onto
    me."
    She began immediately. Soon she came to the barrier, and she hesitated. "There it
    is."
    He placed his hands on her thighs. "It's up to you, now. I will not move until it is
    broken."
    She felt wonderful, wrapped around him. She had such a trusting look on her
    face. He hoped this would not be completely terrible.
    She leaned forward, placing her hands on his shoulders. She gripped him tightly,
    digging in with her fingernails. He saw the fear in her eyes, as she inched her way
    down. She began to bounce ever so slightly, then suddenly raised up and plunged back
    down, emitting a muffled scream. She collapsed on his chest, still gripping his
    shoulders tightly.
    After a few minutes, she laughed slightly. "I'm not a virgin anymore."
    He could feel the muscles of her cunny hugging his cock. He fought for control,
    concentrating on her, rubbing her back and her bottom, trying to sooth the pain away.
    "How badly does it hurt?"
    "It burns."
    "It should subside shortly. I understand it lasts only momentarily."
    "Did it last momentarily for you?"
    "I've never experienced anything like it, love."
    "My point exactly."
    He chuckled, allowing her charm to envelop him.
    A few minutes later, she attempted to move and found the pain had eased. "It
    doesn't hurt." She smiled at him.
    In a languid movement, he rolled her onto her back. "Open your legs wide for
    me, Felicity."
    She did as he asked, raising her knees and making room for him.
    "You are so tight." He'd never taken such a tight cunny. "It reminds me of . . . ."
    "Of what?"
    He ignored her, as he rolled his hips, treasuring each sensation. Her canal fit
    around every inch of him, like a glove. Every sensitive spot was being worked,
    transmitting shockwaves of pleasure throughout his body. No woman had ever felt this
    good; it simply hadn't been his experience.
    His pace increased as the need rose within him. Her moans encouraged him; he
    wanted her pleasure.
    "Open your eyes," he said, as he felt her body tense around him. "I want to see
    your eyes."
    He felt much tenderness for her. He kissed her, while stroking long and deep.
    Her face seemed to tell the story; her enjoyment was in her smile, her moans.
    He wanted her; her body thrilled him. Her fulfillment became the most
    important thing.
    He rocked his hips, short strokes, as he kissed her forehead, cheeks, lips. He'd
    placed his hands on her cheeks, wishing to study her face, wanting her to take away the
    "other" thoughts, the "other" needs. In this moment, he wanted her, truly wanted her to
    be most important in his life.
    "You all right?" he asked in a whisper.
    "Yes, quite." Her answer sounded desperately breathless.
    He lifted his body, changing the angle, finally giving her what she truly needed,
    though she had no idea what that was. He saw when the fire hit her eyes, the
    recognition that something new was happening—different, unexplained, inexplicable.
    "What is happening?" she asked, gasping. "I'm on fire, Phillip."
    "Yes, isn't it wonderful?"
    She didn't answer. He began to thrust harder, though not much faster. She'd
    closed her eyes, seemingly lost in the web of heat and lust he wove around her.
    Her body tensed, her fingernails dug deeply into his back. He smiled at the pain,
    which acted as a whip. Their union became a conflagration. He pumped, long, hard,
    watching, sensing, feeling, knowing the moment she was beyond sanity.
    "Let it go, my girl," he groaned, "let it go."
    Her answer was a gasp. Her body went taut; she