Page 6 of The Ward
I gasped, arching against him, the invasion…unusual. He didn’t slow, but pushed into me until I could feel him seated flush. I was…full. Stretched. Not quite comfortable.
“Cecelia?”
“I…a moment, my lord.”
His chuckle sounded approving once more, and I preened, knowing I’d said the correct thing. His hands settled on my hips, and I remembered seeing this position being calledThe King’s Gambit.
Focusing on the book seemed to help. Or perhaps it was the fact the man I’d always admired was currently buried inside me. His cock was thicker than I had imagined, but it felt…
I exhaled.
It felt good.Right.
He hummed, running his palm down my hip and back up again. “I’m going to begin to move now, Cecelia. You need to understand what passes between a man and woman.”
Perhaps I made a noise of consent, because Lord Simon began to thrust forward and back with the smallest movements. The first time he did it, I gasped, because the sensation was remarkable—difficult to describe. All I knew was that the arousal I’d been feeling moments ago? It returned all at once.
I couldn’t believe I could feel this aroused while having my body invaded by a man.A man you have always lusted after. Excellent point, yes.
Lord Simon was not justanyman. He was my guardian. The one who would always care for me. The one who had secured my future, and was doing so now.
His little thrusts turned into larger ones, until he was plunging into me again and again, each one feeling deeper.
But he hadn’t lost control.
His tone was collected, calm, when he commanded, “Touch yourself, Cecelia.”
I didn’t think of disobeying.
With him supporting my hips, I reached one hand down between my legs and I cupped my cunny. Even through the layers of silk and cotton, I knew what I liked.
“Yes, like that. Such an obedient girl. I’m so proud of you. How does it feel, Cecelia?” he asked in a mild tone, as if commenting on the weather.
Truthfully, I moaned, “So good.”
“You’d like to climax, I imagine?” He pushed forward again. “You want to know what it feels like to come on my cock?”
“Yes, my lord.Please.”
He paused in his motions. “Do it.” His tone turned harsh. “I want you to come now, Cecelia. Use your fingers and come on my cock.”
Perhaps it was because he’d stopped moving and I could focus on my pleasure for a moment. Perhaps it was the command in his voice.
Either way, I shuddered, curled over my hand, and pressed my fingers against the little pearlA Harlot’s Guidecalled my clitoris.
And with a gasp, I exploded.
It felt so different, to find pleasure with a thick member inside of me. So very different from my own fingers. I didn’t stop rubbing myself as I climaxed, my inner muscles spasming around Lord Simon’s cock.
I moaned softly as I came, and he didn’t move at all.
I don’t know how long I hunched like that, feel as if all the muscles in my stomach were curled in on themselves, my focus on my core. But he hadn’t moved, and he still filled me.
At long last, as I exhaled, he squeezed my hips. “Good girl,” he murmured again…and withdrew.
I’ll admit I wasn’t expecting that, and even turned in surprise.
But he caught me on the hips again, holding me in place. He pressed forward so his cock—still thick and hard—nestled against the split in my bloomers, and when he spoke, his deliciously low voice caused my blood to thrum.
