Arabella reached up to kiss him; just a tender kiss. As she broke away he looked up at her with that same look of wonderment, as if this was all a dream that he thought he would wake up from at any moment. It made Arabella smile. It was the same look Jonathan had given her when she first suggested that Norrell should come and live with them.
“That was wonderful,” she said, kissing him again. “Thank you.”
He smiled a shy smile and Arabella traced it lightly with her fingers. He looked so dishevelled, with his hair a mess, his lips red and swollen, his clothing crumpled from where she had clung to him.
She sat up again, this time she did settle down onto his hips and she could feel his erection straining urgently against the restrictive material of his breeches. He let out a gasp as she pressed her body weight against him, and his hands went to her hips. She experimentally rolled her hips and observed as Norrell’s eyes rolled back and he was forced to close them against the onslaught of sensation.
Arabella felt her mouth go dry, and even though she had just found her own completion, she was feeling a familiar tingle start at her core once more.
She continued to tease, rocking herself against him, feeling him getting harder beneath her. His hands gripped her hips more firmly and he was guiding her movements, encouraging her to go faster, harder. Arabella stopped her movements and Norrell’s eyes flew open, pleading with her.
“No, please don’t stop,” he begged. She rather liked hearing him beg, but she didn’t want to torture the man all night.
“I’m just getting started,” she said. She leant over and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, then climbed off him. “Let’s get into bed.”
She climbed under the covers, and waited patiently for him.
Norrell stared at the bed uncertainly for a while, wary of it. Arabella just smiled at him, until he made the decision to join her. She let out a happy little laugh as he advanced towards her.
“Take your clothes off first!” she said. Norrell looked down at himself, as though he had completely forgotten that he was wearing any clothes.
He started to remove them, and, when he saw that she was watching, had to turn his back on her, not wanting to see her watching him.
He had undressed quickly and dived under the covers even quicker, bringing them up to his chin to cover his whole body. Arabella smiled patiently, but wasn’t going to let him get shy again now. She pulled back the covers a little, and settled back into her previous position on his lap. This time they were touching, skin to skin and she could feel the hot, thick column of his arousal against her own damp heat now.
They both breathed a sigh when she settled down onto him. “That’s better,” she said as she wriggled in his lap, making him squirm beneath her.
He was sat back against the high stack of pillows, her breast hanging tantalisingly in front of his face once more. Norrell reached out to touch them, but Arabella took his hand away immediately and shook her head.
“They’re a little too sensitive at the moment,” she explained. “And anyway,” she continued, sliding her hand down his chest, down to his stomach where she circled the belly-button set into his soft, slightly rounded belly, “it’s your turn now.”
Norrell leaned forward to kiss her, feeling his previous boldness return. He kissed along her chin and down, pausing to suck at the pulse that leapt beneath the pale, white skin of her throat. In the meantime, her fingers traced a thin line of hair that started at his belly, running down to his groin, where the hair became thicker, wirier.
He sucked hard at her throat as she took his straining erection into her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. She felt it throb in her palm, and as she touched the tip Norrell gasped into her shoulder and a few beads of fluid leaked out onto her fingers. Now, as she stroked him firmly, up and down, her way was eased by the sticky fluid. Norrell was thrusting into her hand now, holding onto her hips now merely for support as she pushed him further and further towards madness.
Arabella’s mouth had gone completely dry, and there was a low, burning sensation building at the base of her spine. She knew what she wanted now. She wanted to sink down onto the hard cock in her hand, she wanted to ride him furiously and watch him come apart beneath her.
The very idea! It thrilled her. She had never had another man inside her, had never wanted one before now. But now she wanted this, with him.
She kissed him forcefully, biting at his lips. “I want you inside me,” she panted out against his open mouth. He surged forward into her hand, and for a moment she thought that he had reached his completion, but he was just as hard as before; still leaking profusely from the tip, but still a little way off finishing.
He was taking deep breaths, clearly trying to control himself. Arabella feared it would all be over as soon as she took him inside her, but the idea that he was so ready to explode, that he was so aroused, it was burning her up inside.
Without any further preamble, she took hold of him, raised herself up, and sat down forcefully, impaling herself on him. She let out a cry of surprise at how good it felt, but it was drowned out by his louder cry, that made her ears ring.
She paused for a moment and saw that he had screwed his eyes shut and was holding himself rigidly still. His teeth were sunk hard into his bottom lip and he was breathing rapidly through his nose.
“Are you all right?” she whispered, not daring to move. He nodded frantically, his teeth biting harder at his lip, so hard that she was sure he would bite right through it. “It’s all right,” she soothed. “You can let go. I want to feel you let go.”
Arabella pushed him back against the pillows and, holding him down by his shoulders, started to roll her hips, slowly at first. He wasn’t quite as close to orgasm as she had thought; clearly he had managed to claw back some self-control. She had to remember, he might never have been with a woman before, but he was not, technically, a virgin.
He finally opened his eyes, which were glassy and unfocused, his pupils blown wide with desire. She moved faster now, raising up and grinding down, her wet channel sliding along his cock with ease. She squeezed her inner muscles and was rewarded with a yelp of pleasure from Norrell, who was watching her breast bounce with every movement. He cupped them both in his hands, forgetting that she had warned him against it earlier. She cried out, her nipples so sensitive that it bordered on painful, but she didn’t stop him. She could feel something building inside her once more, much to her surprise. She hadn’t expected this little encounter to be so…satisfying.
She was riding him frantically now, her fingernails biting into Norrell’s shoulders.
“So good,” she choked out, feeling herself running out of breath once again. “You feel so good inside me,” she said, knowing it would excite him, hoping it would drive him over the edge. “I want to feel you come,” she continued. “Feels so good.”
Quite without instruction, Norrell reached down and pressed his thumb into her clitoris, just as one hand cruelly twisted her nipple. Arabella let out a wail as pleasure, sharp as a knife edge sliced through her, starting at her centre, travelling up her spine.
She ground down on him, her body pulsating around him. Just as she had wished, he came apart beneath her. He grabbed her hips and pulled her down roughly onto him, just as he thrust up sharply, crying out and spilling inside her.
Arabella blinked, dazed from her second orgasm, one that she hadn’t expected at all. She was still holding his shoulders in a tight grip, he was still clutching at her hips, his blunt fingers digging into the pliant flesh. They were both red and sweaty and gasping for breath.
And it was at that moment that Arabella realised they were not alone.
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Arabella reached up to kiss him; just a tender kiss. As she broke away he looked up at her with that same look of wonderment, as if this was all a dream that he thought he would wake up from at any moment. It made Arabella smile. It was the same look Jonathan had given her when she first suggested that Norrell should come and live with them.
“That was wonderful,” she said, kissing him again. “Thank you.”
He smiled a shy smile and Arabella traced it lightly with her fingers. He looked so dishevelled, with his hair a mess, his lips red and swollen, his clothing crumpled from where she had clung to him.
She sat up again, this time she did settle down onto his hips and she could feel his erection straining urgently against the restrictive material of his breeches. He let out a gasp as she pressed her body weight against him, and his hands went to her hips. She experimentally rolled her hips and observed as Norrell’s eyes rolled back and he was forced to close them against the onslaught of sensation.
Arabella felt her mouth go dry, and even though she had just found her own completion, she was feeling a familiar tingle start at her core once more.
She continued to tease, rocking herself against him, feeling him getting harder beneath her. His hands gripped her hips more firmly and he was guiding her movements, encouraging her to go faster, harder. Arabella stopped her movements and Norrell’s eyes flew open, pleading with her.
“No, please don’t stop,” he begged. She rather liked hearing him beg, but she didn’t want to torture the man all night.
“I’m just getting started,” she said. She leant over and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, then climbed off him. “Let’s get into bed.”
She climbed under the covers, and waited patiently for him.
Norrell stared at the bed uncertainly for a while, wary of it. Arabella just smiled at him, until he made the decision to join her. She let out a happy little laugh as he advanced towards her.
“Take your clothes off first!” she said. Norrell looked down at himself, as though he had completely forgotten that he was wearing any clothes.
He started to remove them, and, when he saw that she was watching, had to turn his back on her, not wanting to see her watching him.
He had undressed quickly and dived under the covers even quicker, bringing them up to his chin to cover his whole body. Arabella smiled patiently, but wasn’t going to let him get shy again now. She pulled back the covers a little, and settled back into her previous position on his lap. This time they were touching, skin to skin and she could feel the hot, thick column of his arousal against her own damp heat now.
They both breathed a sigh when she settled down onto him. “That’s better,” she said as she wriggled in his lap, making him squirm beneath her.
He was sat back against the high stack of pillows, her breast hanging tantalisingly in front of his face once more. Norrell reached out to touch them, but Arabella took his hand away immediately and shook her head.
“They’re a little too sensitive at the moment,” she explained. “And anyway,” she continued, sliding her hand down his chest, down to his stomach where she circled the belly-button set into his soft, slightly rounded belly, “it’s your turn now.”
Norrell leaned forward to kiss her, feeling his previous boldness return. He kissed along her chin and down, pausing to suck at the pulse that leapt beneath the pale, white skin of her throat. In the meantime, her fingers traced a thin line of hair that started at his belly, running down to his groin, where the hair became thicker, wirier.
He sucked hard at her throat as she took his straining erection into her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. She felt it throb in her palm, and as she touched the tip Norrell gasped into her shoulder and a few beads of fluid leaked out onto her fingers. Now, as she stroked him firmly, up and down, her way was eased by the sticky fluid. Norrell was thrusting into her hand now, holding onto her hips now merely for support as she pushed him further and further towards madness.
Arabella’s mouth had gone completely dry, and there was a low, burning sensation building at the base of her spine. She knew what she wanted now. She wanted to sink down onto the hard cock in her hand, she wanted to ride him furiously and watch him come apart beneath her.
The very idea! It thrilled her. She had never had another man inside her, had never wanted one before now. But now she wanted this, with him.
She kissed him forcefully, biting at his lips. “I want you inside me,” she panted out against his open mouth. He surged forward into her hand, and for a moment she thought that he had reached his completion, but he was just as hard as before; still leaking profusely from the tip, but still a little way off finishing.
He was taking deep breaths, clearly trying to control himself. Arabella feared it would all be over as soon as she took him inside her, but the idea that he was so ready to explode, that he was so aroused, it was burning her up inside.
Without any further preamble, she took hold of him, raised herself up, and sat down forcefully, impaling herself on him. She let out a cry of surprise at how good it felt, but it was drowned out by his louder cry, that made her ears ring.
She paused for a moment and saw that he had screwed his eyes shut and was holding himself rigidly still. His teeth were sunk hard into his bottom lip and he was breathing rapidly through his nose.
“Are you all right?” she whispered, not daring to move. He nodded frantically, his teeth biting harder at his lip, so hard that she was sure he would bite right through it. “It’s all right,” she soothed. “You can let go. I want to feel you let go.”
Arabella pushed him back against the pillows and, holding him down by his shoulders, started to roll her hips, slowly at first. He wasn’t quite as close to orgasm as she had thought; clearly he had managed to claw back some self-control. She had to remember, he might never have been with a woman before, but he was not, technically, a virgin.
He finally opened his eyes, which were glassy and unfocused, his pupils blown wide with desire. She moved faster now, raising up and grinding down, her wet channel sliding along his cock with ease. She squeezed her inner muscles and was rewarded with a yelp of pleasure from Norrell, who was watching her breast bounce with every movement. He cupped them both in his hands, forgetting that she had warned him against it earlier. She cried out, her nipples so sensitive that it bordered on painful, but she didn’t stop him. She could feel something building inside her once more, much to her surprise. She hadn’t expected this little encounter to be so…satisfying.
She was riding him frantically now, her fingernails biting into Norrell’s shoulders.
“So good,” she choked out, feeling herself running out of breath once again. “You feel so good inside me,” she said, knowing it would excite him, hoping it would drive him over the edge. “I want to feel you come,” she continued. “Feels so good.”
Quite without instruction, Norrell reached down and pressed his thumb into her clitoris, just as one hand cruelly twisted her nipple. Arabella let out a wail as pleasure, sharp as a knife edge sliced through her, starting at her centre, travelling up her spine.
She ground down on him, her body pulsating around him. Just as she had wished, he came apart beneath her. He grabbed her hips and pulled her down roughly onto him, just as he thrust up sharply, crying out and spilling inside her.
Arabella blinked, dazed from her second orgasm, one that she hadn’t expected at all. She was still holding his shoulders in a tight grip, he was still clutching at her hips, his blunt fingers digging into the pliant flesh. They were both red and sweaty and gasping for breath.
And it was at that moment that Arabella realised they were not alone.