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A corner of Trevor’s mouth twitched as he studied this woman. Actually, it was more than his mouth that she made twitch. Her radiance vibrated in the air, and though she moved gracefully and surely, he sensed she was more innocent than she looked.
“Who was it that sent you my way, kitten?”
Cyn moved so that she was on her hands and knees, facing Trevor. “No one, m’lord. I came of my own free will.”
Trevor found himself at the foot of his bed, not remembering taking the steps to get there. He felt drawn to her, his body reacting to her mere presence. He felt the urge to touch her, smell her, taste her. His mind screamed of a bewitching, but his body refused to listen. What was it about this strange woman that held him so captivated? He hesitated only a moment at the thought of trickery. Was this something his mother set up? A way to trick him into marriage? Looking down at the beauty his thoughts fled as primal lust invaded his body.
Trevor kneeled on the bed in front of her. Cyn lifted and kneeled also. He brushed his hand through her long thick locks and sighed at the softness. He watched as her lips parted slightly. He looked into her darkening eyes. The reflecting fire made it look as if the flames consumed them, making her mysterious and desirable.
“You have beautiful hair. Where are you from?” He’d not seen hair this thick and pleasing in a long time. He’d spent the last five years traveling foreign lands. He’d gone to lands of great wealth and lands that held the lowest of scum. Women threw themselves at him when they found out he was a crowned prince but he pushed them aside. He was not interested in being trapped into marriage. There had been women of all sorts, but none that could ever compare to the woman kneeling before him. None that allowed their hair to flow loosely over their shoulders and backs. No, it was only proper to bind their tresses tightly from their face, then yell if anyone should mess so much as a strand of hair.
“M’lord, I shant tell my secrets tonight. This night is to be for you and your pleasure.” Cyn tried to distract him from asking any more questions of her.
Trevor smiled at her words.
“Well then, kitten, if that is true, you may drop the m’lord and call me Trevor.”
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Cyn looked at the exquisite man through lowered lashes. She nearly swooned as his face transformed from merely handsome to absolutely gorgeous when he smiled.
His body was divine in masculinity. His light brown eyes held a promise of delight. She lifted a hand, thankful it was not shaking, and touched his bare chest. This was the first time she’d actually touched a man this way and wanted to remember every second of it.
Her fingers began moving softly feeling the smoothness of his tawny skin.
Trevor silently watched Cyn’s face as her hands roamed his chest. She tried to conceal her reactions from him but she wasn’t sure how well she was hiding her excitement. She liked how he lay still for her, allowing her to explore his body, letting her experience him the way she wanted.
Cyn’s hands traveled down until she reached his engorged member. Lightly, she wrapped her fingers around his thickness and heard him gasp. She had read some of her stepsisters’ erotic tales they’d kept hidden. She knew of the different ways to pleasure a man and she was determined to try each and every one her memory could recall.
She released her hold on him and moved her body down, after urging him gently on his back. In the dim lighting she admired his stiff length. She reached out and touched him again, feeling the soft skin around the hard organ. She was amazed that something so soft feeling could be hard as it was.
Cyn took hold of all the fantasy images in her head for courage as she bent her head and licked the tip. She tasted the fluid seeping from him, pleased when it jerked in her hand and a deep growl sounded from him. She slid her mouth upon the hardness, letting her teeth gently graze the top while her tongue lapped along the bottom.
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Trevor gasped at the mixed sensations rushing through his body. In all his worldly travels, and all the women who’d littered his past, he’d never had one that had affected him as she. His head was swimming as blood rushed to his groin, aching for release. It had been a long while since he’d been with a woman. This last year, he’d stayed far from them after a conniving minx had almost tricked him into marriage.
Cyn’s slow assault to his stiff member had Trevor mad with desire. His fingers tangled in her hair, the softness falling around his thighs. He longed for release, to fill her with his seed. His balls tightened as his orgasm rushed upon him. He couldn’t stop it, didn’t want to. With a loud groan, Trevor shot his fluids down her open throat.
He knew he’d caught Cyn by surprise with his release but she gulped down every salty drop before using her tongue to lick away any excess. Shyly, she looked up.
Her eyes met his lust filled eyes. The brown darker than before, filled with raw hunger.
With lightening speed his arms wrapped around her and pulled Cyn up his body. She let out a small yelp of surprise but his mouth crashing to hers, quickly swallowed it. She opened her mouth willingly, allowing him entrance as their tongues began a sensual dance.
“Has anyone told you how good you are at that?” Trevor asked, breaking their kiss, his voice hoarse and breathless.
Cyn’s cheeks reddened. “No, m’lord.”
Trevor growled in desire, seeing her face flaming from the blush. How was it possible that she was even more beautiful? Lowering his head he attacked her neck with his mouth, determined to show her as much pleasure as she’d given him. He craved to hear her call his name as she fell into ecstasy.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, as his lips traveled down to her breasts while his hands pulled at the material covering them. He took but a moment to admire the delicious sight before him. Soft, creamy skin covered her firm breasts, the tips pebble hard and darkened. They begged for his attention.
She cried out when his mouth claimed a nipple. Her back arched in response as she practically purred in delight. He groaned when his hand felt the wetness of the material that covered her sweet treasure.
Trevor pulled his body back from her seeing the confusion in her eyes. “Stand up at the foot of the bed,” he ordered in a thick voice.
He watched as it took several seconds for his words to register in her mind. With slow movements she sat up and crawled to the foot of the bed then stood where he told her to. He could see that her legs trembled as they adjusted to standing again.
Trevor moved so that he kneeled on the bed before the goddess of his dreams.
He wanted to assure her that she’d done nothing wrong. His hands tenderly caressed her arms as his eyes ravaged her body. She intrigued him. One moment she gave off vibes of a hungry tigress, then the next instant he could smell the innocence rolling off of her in waves.
“You are so beautiful.” His voice was soft and filled with awe at the creature standing in front of him.
He reached up and unhooked the garter from the hose covering her legs. His hands ran up her hips and sides, searching out the stays that held the material on her body. Once all the ties were loosened, he slowly peeled the material from her skin, his lips kissing every inch as the material fell to the floor. He felt her trembling under every touch.
Trevor moved so that he kneeled on the floor and was looking up at her. He rolled down the hose on each leg, taking his time and letting her silky skin brush under his callused hands. After removing the material from her feet, he replaced the shoes that adorned them, loving how the height of them accentuated the curves of her calves.
Sitting back he gloried in her beauty. His body responded by hardening again as he looked upon this exquisite creation.