Free Sinful Seduction by Kate Benedict

and tangled at her feet. He pulled off her chemise and tugged at the laces on her corset. It joined the dress on the floor and she stood before him in only her pantaloons and stockings. He eased her pantaloons down over her hips until only her black stockings remained.
    For a moment her senses returned and she attempted to cover her nakedness.
    â€˜Don’t do that,’ he panted, pulling her hands away. ‘I want to look at you.’ He feasted his eyes on her, gazing at her full breasts, the soft pink nipples hard with a mixture of cold and excitement, and then trailing down to the narrow waist that curved into generous hips. Her stockings were shockingly black against her trembling white thighs and his eyes focused on the V of silky hair that nestled between them. With a groan he began ripping at his own clothes until he was as naked as she, and a bolt of fright ran through her as she saw the full length of his prick, its massive head purple and shiny. He couldn’t put that inside her! He would split her open! She backed away until her legs bumped against the settee and there was nowhere else to run.
    Then his hands were on her again, soothing her as if she were a skittish horse. His fingers toyed with the swollen buds of her nipples, teasing the delicate flesh, feeling them harden even more. She gasped as he bent his head and his tongue traced the same path as he suckled first one and then the other. Her tightly clenched thighs loosened as the secret place between her thighs began to grow hot and wet.
    He moaned again, took her hand and placed it on his cock, rubbing it gently up and down until her fingers closed around it. She marvelled at how it felt; such a strange sensation of powerful, silky hardness. As her hand moved on him he groaned and pushed her back onto the settee and parted her legs to reveal the glistening slit of her sex, and Maggie closed her eyes and braced herself for the onslaught.
    But it didn’t come. Instead he bent his head, held her open like a ripe fig and explored the soft pink flesh with his mouth. ‘The sweetest oyster of all,’ he murmured as he lapped at the hard crest of her clitoris, and against her will her hips began to writhe as she pushed herself against the tormenting tongue, then she gasped as he slid first one finger, then two, inside her, moving them in and out, slowly at first, then faster.
    â€˜Please,’ she begged, not even knowing what she was asking for. ‘Please...’ He raised himself and knelt between her thighs, grinning down at her rapaciously, his lips and moustache coated with her juices. Taking himself in one hand he spread her sex open and pushed the head of his cock against the swollen lips, watching as it disappeared inside her, inch by slow inch.
    For a moment she stiffened as he pressed his way through her maidenhead, then relaxed again as the momentary pain turned to waves of pleasure and she felt the full length of him filling her. He began to move again, gently at first, then harder, withdrawing then pushing forward, deeper than ever. She wound her legs round his thighs and raised her hips to meet each thrust with one of her own, until they were rocking together, faster and faster.
    Maggie shrieked with pleasure and release as he gave one last thrust and she felt him shudder, his face twisting as he jerked and spasmed - then he was sagging against her, passion spent.
    They lay entwined on the settee, gradually recovering their senses. When he finally lifted himself from her, and began to dress, Maggie sighed again - this time with shame. What would he think of her now? She’d given herself to him like a cheap slut.
    She sat up and swung her legs round, wincing at the throbbing pain between her thighs, then blushed with shame as she caught sight of the small patch of blood on the settee. She reached for her handkerchief to wipe it away before he saw it, but she was too slow. She turned scarlet and avoided his eyes as he