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Re: Fill: What the Master Doesn't Know (5.2/6)

[(Anonymous)]

Hannah gave a gasp, a quiver, a helpless whine, and then pressed back, her skin thrilling where his steam-hot hands touched her: the insides of her elbows, the soft parts of her neck, then skimming along the lines of her shift where her breasts were, and then pressing through the fabric. He cupped her bubbies in hot hands, gently squeezing, pressing them together, clever fingers working to scrape industrious nails over the material where her nipples lay.

Her reaction was momentous; her hands flew to clutch his legs at either side of her and her breath had to claw its way through her throat as she suddenly squirmed with delight, quite unsure what to do as she began to moan with very womanly lust and without the least inhibition.

Childermass had his head tilted to one side, just watching her reactions-- every sensation bright and new to her. He eased his hands down then (despite the tempting heaving of her perfect little breasts) and smoothed his hands over her shift along her sides, light and firm at turns before clutching at her thighs as far as he could reach and then drawing back to rub his thumbs at the join of her legs, petting softly over the material until she let her legs ease open at his silent entreaty.

He dropped distracting kisses to her shoulder as he busied one hand with moving the material of her shift to best advantage: to the point where his other hand could stroke downwards in soft, kittenish pets over the thin muslin.

"I-- I--" Hannah tried, but in the end could only push back against his solid bulk and dig her nails into the fabric of his breeches and tilt her hips up to give him better access.

"You?" Childermass calmly prompted at her ear.

"I feel…"

"Yes?"

"I don't know," her voice shook with confusion.

"Do you want me to stop?"

Hannah bit her lip to scathing redness as she shook her head in a vigorous 'no' and then cried out as he dug his fingers in further, finding some strange thrumming part of her that tingled and throbbed for want of him.

"Oh, ssssiiirrrrrrrr!!!"

A constant shudder took up residence within her as she writhed and rubbed against him, against the dangerously clever hand between her legs. She was desperate for something, but did not know what.

Childermass nuzzled in behind her ear to kiss the most sensitive places he could find as his unoccupied hand caught at her breast and squeezed.

Beneath such an onslaught, Hannah slowly splintered apart.

Her little hands were anything but dainty as they clawed his legs for purchase and she twisted in the cage of his arms until she caught the rhythm of it, pushing her pelvis into his hand, the tough friction of the muslin arousing beyond belief against her.

"What-- what is that?" she gasped between heaving breaths.

"That's your most sensitive part, my darling," he hissed at her ear. "That's your clitoris, and it gives woman great enjoyment, does it not?"

"Oh, aye… Oh, oh, oh!"

The sounds she made bordered on pain, but Childermass's keen ear caught the pleasure of it: the ache in her moans, the surprise in her gasps, the need in her quivering whimpers.

He sucked a mark low on her neck as he tightened his grip over her nipple and dragged his torturing fingers along her until she spent herself in panting fascination.

Hannah lay back in his arms as he softened his touches, finally just holding her as she recovered her breathing and lay still and content.

Childermass lay his cheek upon her head and breathed in the scent of her as she calmed.

"And so," he eventually asked, "Have we found something to equal the diversions of your books?"

"Oh, sir, you've surpassed mere books by miles."

"I'm glad to hear it," he said, but then shifted uncomfortably.

Hannah sat back up in alarm and turned to face him. "Is it your shoulder?" she asked. "Have I hurt you at all?"

"No. S'not that."

"What, then?"

"It is… otherwise."

She examined him, but puzzlement writ itself across her brow.

"Your… rather lascivious motions have inspired desire in me, dear."

"Oh!" she realized, and could not but look down at his spread legs. "May I…?"

Hannah set one gentle hand on his knee and then let it slowly creep up over the muscles of his thigh and then to cautiously cup the bulge at the fabric between his legs.

Childermass let out a kind of shuddering sound, like a withheld groan.

Hannah quickly drew back, but looked up at him with eager eyes. "May I see it, sir?"

Childermass swallowed rather thickly and slowly moved to undo his breeches, his dark eyes never leaving her wondering face.

He watched her growing curiosity and surprise: the pouting 'o' of her lips and widening of her eyes when he revealed himself to her, his cock hard and wanting.

"It…" But whatever Hannah was to say seemed to dry up in her mouth. She could only blink down on him in wonderment. Finally, she glanced back up to his burning gaze and then back down and said, "But that… it surely cannot fit inside a woman?"

"The human body can be remarkably accommodating," Childermass told her.

"And…" Hannah steeled herself and went ahead with her question, "and how would you find your pleasure, sir?"

"Like this," he told her and took himself in hand: slow, firm strokes up and down the whole length of his member as she watched closely.

When she did not seem repulsed by his actions, he grabbed a small bottle at his bedside and poured a bit of oil into his hand before returning to his own pleasure.

Childermass was content enough to show her what he liked, but then Hannah asked, "May I touch it, sir?"

"If you will," Childermass said, his voice but a low scratch as he withdrew his hands and waited.

Hannah reached out and gently touched the crow of him with the tip of her finger.

Childermass clenched his jaw nearly to the point of grinding, but said nothing.

"It's… odd."

"That's very comforting," he said from behind his tense jaw.

"I didn't mean… I'm just not used to it."

"Nor should you be. I suppose upon first glance, a man would be an odd sight to a woman."

Hannah used two hands then to learn the shape of him, curious and light and discovering.

Childermass released a strained moan before finally saying, "That tickles, my dear."

"Sorry. Should I…"

"You don't have to do anything," Childermass said, "let me just show you…"

He brushed her hands away and took to pumping himself in earnest, sweat beading now on his forehead as his breathing quickened.

But before he was too far along, Hannah observed, "I think I can do that," and reached out to take him in two firm hands.

They worked together for a time until Childermass left off altogether, watching Hannah's face, who was looking down upon him with eager concentration as she worked.

He began to move in helpless little thrusts, and this did not put Hannah off but only encouraged her eager handling of him until he warned, "I'm about to spill, my girl. You'd best leave off."

"I don't mind," she said, gripping him harder as she worked.

Childermass lost himself in ecstasy. He tried and failed to hold in his own sounds of pleasure as he spilled over her hands and onto his own belly in several spurts.

"Oh," Hannah said, and then smiled up at him, pleased.

Childermass grinned back and leaned forward to kiss her before reaching for a handkerchief. He cleaned her hands first and then attended to himself.

"Thank you, Mr. Childermass."

"You're most welcome, Hannah."

She looked about uncertainly then, at the sloping ceiling of his room, the bare walls, the candle-- now nearly spent.

"Do you want to sleep beside me tonight, Hannah?"

"I should like that above all things," she said, smiling so sweetly.

Childermass undressed himself completely and settled beneath the sheets, holding them open for Hannah to slip in.

She lay beside him, stiffly uncertain until he took her in his arms and kissed her brow.

In silence, they watched the candle die, and then drifted to sleep in one another's arms.

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