Free Frigid Waters (Ladies of Loomcroft) by J.E. Clymer

the feel of his mouth could make her feel anymore he pulled back and dropped to his knees.
     
    “You are everything that a man wants, my Bella.”  He gently made her widen her stance.  Her breath caught the moment his tongue touched her womanhood.  He buried his face in the curls of her sex.
     
    “Oh, my...”  She could not help but grip his hair for balance.  “George...George please...I do not know how long I can stand whilst you do that.”
     
    He pulled back with a smile.  Then he lifted her around the waist and held her against him.  Instinctively her legs wrapped around his middle for support.  She was just high enough that he lazily rolled his tongue across her breasts as he walked.
     
    He dropped her on the bed.  Her legs were closed as he looked down at her.  “Come now, I was just getting a taste of the strawberries.  I will not be satisfied until you give me a taste of cream.”
     
    Belladonna was confused by the reference.  Her hair was strawberry blond, but what cream did he speak of?  “Do you need some type of food?  Should we call the maid?”  She asked him.
     
    He just laughed as he pushed her legs apart.  He buried his face into her folds and his tongue played with her.  The more he tasted of her, the more she felt.  The pressure building inside her was almost more than she could bear and certainly nothing like she ever felt.
     
    “George...”  She gasp as she gripped the blankets in her fists.  “I think you need to stop...I feel like...like I may fall to pieces.”
     
    He smiled and leaned back.  Stopping did not help her and she let out a small whine.  George slipped a finger inside her, then a second.  “Does that help, Bella?”
     
    She shook her head as the pressure only got worse.  “I see.  Then does this help?”  His fingers quickly started pulling in and out of her warm sheath.  George the leaned down and licked at the base of his fingers until he felt a small nub.  He suck on the nub hard.  That was when she broke.
     
    Belladonna had never felt anything like the pleasure that coursed thru her veins.  She couldn't help but scream as her body arched.  She was panting when fell back on the bed.  He was on his knees below her on the bed.
     
    George pulled his fingers back and licked the white, thick, substance from his fingers.  She only realized it had come from her when he said, “I do like your cream, my Bella.”
     
    He slowly unbuttoned his trousers and his member broke free.  It was large and stood proud once free of the cloth that had confined it.  He gripped it at his base and rubbed it slowly.  “Trust me, Bella.”
     
    He told her as he leaned towards her.  “How will that ever fit inside me?”  She asked in a sultry voice that only encouraged him.
     
    “You will stretch.  It might be uncomfortable at first, but you will come to enjoy it.”  He kissed her stomach and then nibbled her breasts.  Belladonna could feel George's staff snuggling her entrance, but he had positioned himself so she could not see the act itself.
     
    He gave no warning as he thrust inside her.  He crashed thru her maidenhead and plunged as deeply as she could take him.  Her nether regions protested as they stretched to accommodate his size and they bled from the wall he had broken thru.
     
    “Oh!  George...stop...”  She cried.  It hurt; she could even feel the blood dripping between her legs.
     
    He snuggled into her breasts.  “Wait.  Just wait.  The pain will pass.”  He leaned forward and kissed her mouth.  “You are so tight, but you were ready.  Do not tempt me to move, Bella, I fear once I start I won't be able to stop.”
     
    She whimpered in pain, but said no more.  George burned with the need to move.  His manhood twitched inside her, begging him to move.  “Bella...I am sorry...I have to...”
     
    His hips pumped slowly.  She tensed with the movement and tears left salty paths down her face.  Which each