I wake up too early in the morning but in an very pleasant manner, petted by His Grace himself. He pulls my back to his chest and my upper thigh over his legs, getting access to my already wet core from behind. He dips his fingers into my folds and circles deliberately my slick nub. My pleasure point inflames at once and in the next minutes he's giving me no quarter, driving me consequently to my peak, peppering my neck with soft kisses. The inside of my thigh rubs restlessly over his skin and the tickles of his hairs fuel the erotic sensation. He feels my growing tension and starts to rub in earnest, driving my over the edge and hugging me against his chest while my body jerks several times in an endless ecstasy. He spoons me then and nuzzles my neck while I catch my breath and descend from my excitement.
„That was quite the awakening, Your Grace" I smile and caress his leg with my foot. „Are you every morning this invigorating, my lord?"
„Maybe not every morning but certainly on a morning a new bed has to be broken in, my love... and every new bed has to be inaugurated quite vigorously, don't you think?" he banters and turns me on my back.
„So I am not yet finished with your training. We will explore the four kind of intensities kisses can have in the Kama Sutra" and he bends over my already erect nipples with a hint of a touch from his lips. „A soft kiss" he murmurs and proceeds with his rose-petal-soft administration to the other nipple. After the previous storm, his soft kisses are hardly noticeable on my unwound body. They are more a tickle on my skin.
„Secondly a moderate kiss" and he touches my nipple a little bit stronger so that I feel all of his lips on my skin. He nibbles his lips along the sensitive underside of my breast. Now this I notice clearly and my treacherous body produces goosebumps all over my arms which he fondles with long strokes down my arms.
„Now the contracted kiss" he murmurs and catches my nipple, suckling it lightly between his lips. I feel the rhythmic contraction and release of his lips with the now familiar echo in my core and clench my thighs together. He just laughs and places himself over me, scooting between my legs.
„And the pressed kiss." He sucks my nipple hard and simultaneously presses his lips vigorously onto my skin. His hard rig slicks over my folds and rubs nearly painful against my clit, igniting the fire again with full force.
„Oh no, I can't again" I moan.
„Oh yes, you can. Again and again" and he grinds down his rock hard member in a adamant rhythm. I flail my limbs uselessly and grip the linen when my orgasm hits me the second time this morning. I am unable to buck under his weight so the full force channels inward and my vision goes white while my throat produces a loud moan. He chuckles but I have to turn my head to the side, feeling abashed for my wanton behavior. Never did a sound as such leave my lips before.
He turns my face to him and watches me intently. „Don't feel embarrassed, by beauty. There is hardly anything as erotic as the carnal sounds from a woman in heat. My dick nearly spilled from your moan alone" he grins wickedly.
„But the neighbors may hear us" I exclaim.
„Yes, they probably heard you and know exactly what you were up to, my dear." I blanche and make a distressed sound in my throat but he ruthlessly continues: „but in this establishment, we are known as a married couple and therefore are perfectly allowed to make marital noises, my wanton wife. Maybe our neighbors were even inspired by our doings and we should entertain them further, mmhm? And maybe you are even a little hot for the sounds of my release, don't you think? Don't you lust after the groans of your hunk shooting his spunk?"
I feel equally appalled and excited by his suggestion. He takes the hint and continues roguishly „Now, you will practice your kisses hands-on and settle your debts. Bring me a release with your mouth, woman!"
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The Duke's Kamasutra
Historical FictionIn Georgian London, a well educated young englishwoman from India becomes the interpreter of an excentric duke, for whom she translates the Kamasutra and thus finds her own sensuality. The Kama Sutra was translated and published in 1883 by Sir Richa...