Feminine FLAVOR [Erotic Romance]
8 parts Complete MatureWhen a Gentleman is called upon by a Lady, I make sure she finds pleasures that weep. The beauty is within the heat of her arousal and quakes of her thighs.
Fragile isn't a flavor I won't stop exploring. My business of demands.
Yet, when the tongue finds a flavor that burns into his pedigree, he embraces more than the challenges of intimacy.....
"I want to kiss you," I say.
She lifts her lips again.
"Not here." As my mouth descends on her, taking her through a maze of my tongue. My hand finds her thigh slowly rubbing up.
She stills for a second as she nods against my lips. The shy virgin wouldn't work for us if she were to accept the duke's offer.
I leave her lips, nipping her bottom one as I stand up.
She watches me; her chest expands, and a hint of nervousness crosses her face.
"You know what I want," I tell her.
"Yes, I've read about these things,'' she says, biting her lip. Politely admitting the naughty side of her testimony.
"Naughty girl," I tell her with excitement laced through my words, "from where?"
"A bookstore, hidden; they were in the back rack." She says.
"Like your little pearl begging for my mouth."
She gasps, knowing exactly what I want to do to her. How will she understand a man's pleasure if she hasn't been shown her own arousal.
I kneel down in front of her.
"My tongue burns with pure need for what lies underneath," I tell her.
She nods, her cheeks flushed as she trembles.
"Stand, Beautiful," I tell her, putting my hand out.
***Content/Trigger Warning: Foul Language. Explicit Sex. Mature 18+ Audience ONLY.
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