We made peace with one another; I got up and took my leave, asking her permission to see her tomorrow.
She held my hand and looked into my eyes.
“Tomorrow…?”
I thought that she had not understood what I meant and I repeated my request; then turned around to leave.
She arose; still holding my hand in hers.
“Your grace is tired from the day's travel.”
“I arrived yesterday and, moreover, I only made short trips.”
“In that case… I cannot be anything else but bold…”
With those words I embraced her again, melted my lips against hers and darted with my tongue into her mouth.
“I wish I did not have to leave you… to know that you are so close to me…”
My countess became quite warm. Her face glowed as we sank back upon the sofa and my hand explored her delectable bosom without any resistance.
“Young man, you have all the requirements to make a lady forget her defenses.”
“I only wish I should be that lucky!”
And my hands were now resting upon her thighs.
“Do you want me to …?”
“You want me to become the happiest of all mortals?”
The slight resistance was really no obstacle at all and soon my hand had found its way to her rosebush of passion. Kiss upon kiss prevented the countess from talking too much. I threw myself beside her upon the sofa; her resistance was growing visibly weaker and my manipulations of her Venus temple had made her quite restless.
“You have made me very happy, but…”
“I have never met anyone as bold as you!”
To make it short, we reached an agreement. I took my leave after I had had her joyful promise that I would find the door to her bedroom unlocked that night.
Soon it was eleven o'clock and I could not wait any longer. I rushed across the corridor, dressed only in my nightgown. The countess just unlocked the door when I was about to open it, and the next moment I held her in my arms. She, too, was only wearing a thin nightgown, because she had already been in bed. I wanted to help her out of it, but she refused; I simply tore it open from top to bottom.
She looked at me in utter surprise. In no time at all my shirt was off, too, and I pressed her bosom against my chest. Since I had left my Flamman I had not seen any female body as beautiful as hers. And even if I were to put both of them together, the choice would have been a very difficult one indeed. Fortunately I did not have to make such a choice, because soon I would have experienced both of them.
I tried to create great excitement in her with every manipulation I could think of. I was exceedingly successful, because soon she started to complain about my being hesitant.
I led her towards the bed; she was very eager and received me in a passionate embrace.
Her passion pit was well formed and very pretty; it was situated at exactly the proper place and I had no trouble whatsoever in making my prick land precisely where I wanted it to be. The entrance was delightful! She clasped me firmly against her bosom as if I had just made an entrance through an arch of triumph.
I remained motionless and she kept kissing me incessantly, now and then shifting her hips under me.
“You know how to light the fires, I only hope that you are just as adept at extinguishing them,” she whispered.
“Are you in doubt about my ability, dearest countess?”
“It would not be the first time that I was left in the all-consuming fire. It is easier to arouse passions than it is to satisfy them, didn't you know that?”
I took a firm hold on my beautiful countess, kissed her burning lips and, slowing, I started the beautiful game of love.
Her face had become a mask of passion; her voluptuous white breasts, tipped by hardening rosebuds, seemed to jump up and down on her chest like playful lambs in the spring.
“Oh, terrible fire!”
Her lips quivered. She pulled me closer towards her. I noticed that I was about to reach the moment of decision and started to ride in full gallop.
“Darling, oh! Darling, oh!..”
She lost the capacity to speak. Her rattling breath changed into a pleasurable cooing.
“Beautiful countess, is it extinguished?”
An attempt to snuggle up closer and a low moan were the only answer. I now filled her cup with the ambrosia of love. She started to spasm and sank back into a voluptuous faint.
Delight seemed to have been poured out over her entire body; the length of time it took her to recuperate, proved to me that she had tasted the happiness of love to a great degree.
She finally looked at me, happily and lovingly.
“I hope you will not become too proud when I confess to you that I have never experienced such a pleasurable feeling in all my born days?”
“Not proud, but your confession makes me very happy.”
With those words I laid myself on top of her again and guided my staff back into her love nest.
Her kisses were exceptionally voluptuous.
I made her lift her legs a little bit and brought my hands under her buttocks, allowing my fingers to play in the cleft between the two hills.
In the beginning my playful fingers made her laugh, but soon she started to complain about the passionate sensations, then she lost all her resistance and finally, when her passion pit started to overflow, she sank into a deep swoon.
A beautiful sight; her facial expression betrayed full and complete satisfaction and happiness. I kissed the full globes, sucked the magnificent rosebuds, rubbed her velvet body and played with the curls of her love nest.
She opened her eyes.
“Well, my beautiful countess?”
(With a deep sigh): “How did you do it? Is it possible that mere mortals are capable of bringing so much happiness?”
She snuggled up to me.
“Why did I have to meet you; why did I have to find out how much I am missing?”
I wanted to go to my room, but she wanted to sleep at my side.
It was almost noon when we awoke the next day. Her eyes lit up happily when she looked at me.
“When do you have to leave on your voyage?”
“Tomorrow, dearest countess.”
“Oh, no, you couldn't. I have to stay here for at least four more days. Couldn't you postpone your departure for that long? Oh please, you can, can't you? Promise me!”
And she kissed me so passionately and squeezed me so hard, it was as if she wanted to press the affirmative right out of me. Of course I had already toyed with the idea, which was one of the reasons that I had not given my best performance, so that I would be able to prolong our mutual enjoyment.
“I would, my gracious countess, if I only knew how to extinguish passion as well as I know how to excite it.”
“Are you that greedy for compliments? I regret ever having mentioned it, and I beg you a thousand times pardon.”
As an answer I embraced my countess, swung myself into the saddle and started a voluptuous tongue-play. Her eyes glazed.
I made her cross her legs behind my buttocks and guided my staff through her arch of triumph.
“Verily, you know how to multiply the delights of love. But, please, dear Baron, don't be too hasty… you are going too deep and it hurts.”
She did not complain for long, though, and soon we released our life juices amid passionate gasps. I spent a few marvelous days. My love did practically everything to keep me in her arms. Once we went out for a ride in an open landau and as soon as we were outside of the town, she pressed a spring which released the back seat and we lay close together.
I lifted her skirts and stripped off my breeches and soon we were united.
The slow rocking of the coach gave us quite a thrill and the peculiar sensation changed into one of the most voluptuous swoons I have ever had.
The last day, when I entered her room that evening, she was sitting in front of the bay window, deeply in thought. I tiptoed over to where she was sitting, as she had not noticed my entrance. I took out my prick, embraced her, and before she knew what was happening I had found my way into her temple of passion.