Eighteen

Adalene smiled and she leaned down and kissed him chastely on his chest.
He grinned, and then laughed when she scowled at him.
“That’s just the start,” she said defensively.
“That’s not how you start this, *ma bichette*,” he said, laughing softly before he lunged at her with a playful growl.
She shrieked and tried to get away although she really didn’t want to, and so he caught her. Of course. They laughed together, but she very soon moaned when his lips landed on her neck and slid down to where her breasts met, leaving a wet trail that tickled her, kissing her, oh so differently, from her chaste kiss on him.
Then he raised his head, and he kissed her mouth... hungrily, while his body pinned her to the mattress, and she could feel every inch of him plastered to her softness, his cock large and rock-hard against her stomach. Being pinned like that, feeling his weight on her, was an incredible feeling that satisfied her and confused her both.
It felt real, and right, in a very familiar way, even though she had not experienced this before.
Then he raised his head. “Now, kiss me,” he commanded, before rolling off her and returning to his prone position.
Without even getting up, she turned towards him and kissed him on his mouth. His lips opened and she kissed him as he kissed her, deep and hot and almost angry, her tongue daring to slide between his lips to play swords with his tongue.
Then she slid her lips down his chin, letting her tongue glide the way he’d done it, nipping at his skin gently the way he did her, and enjoying what she was doing, to her very own surprise.
She wanted to taste him, touch him, and play with him. She wanted to experience all of him.
She reached his chest, and this time, there were no chaste kisses.
She flicked her tongue over one nipple and sucked because she wanted to do that, not because she thought it should be done. She was enjoying the taste of his skin when she realized he was catching his breath and he was writhing on the bed, his back leaving the mattress sometimes when she sucked him harder, and she was overjoyed.
He likes what I’m doing, she thought.
Adalene worked more vigorously. She wanted his cock, too. She felt for it and held it in her hand while she suckled at his nipple, and then marveled at how hard it really, truly was. How could a lump of boneless meat be as hard as a rock? But it was! She continued kissing Fabian’s body until she reached his flat abdomen, delighted in the feel of his skin against her skin and her lips, and then stopped because she just had to look at the beautiful, veined, hard meat that pulsed in her palm.
It was furious and impatient. She looked up at the Baron and found him watching her with such feverish intensity. He looked breathless and in pain that she halted.
“What? Is something wrong, Fabian?”
“Nothing. Nothing’s wrong. You just hold me so good, ma bichette. Please... don’t stop.”
“A-Are you sure?” she asked. It was because his voice sounded choked.
His laugh was abrupt. But his voice was gruff. “Yes. I have never been this sure my entire life,” he replied. “Please...”
So she continued to caress him with her hand, alternately tightening and loosening her hold until she realized he wanted it tight, so she held him tighter.
“Adalene?” he choked, voice desperate.
“Yes, Fabian?” she asked.
“Take me inside your mouth. Now.”
She followed the rough command. She could feel the insane need to do it, to taste him. To make him utter those noises again that aroused her so much.
“Ooohhhh...” he groaned when she slid the head of his cock inside her mouth, using her saliva to ease the passage through. He smelled a combination of soap and the musky smell of him that she first smelled earlier in the day. She loved his musky smell. It aroused her like it did this afternoon on their tryst on the riverbed. It made something inside her melt and then burn with need.
She wanted him to burn as she burned. She must take heart and learn to give him the best cock-sucking he had ever received in his entire life. If she could.
But he was still too long for the insides of her mouth. He was thick in girth and she could manage that. But every time she tried to slide him as deep as she could until the head of his cock reached the opening of her throat, she would gag.
“It is all right, ma bichette. Just swirl your tongue on the head and suck me... yes, that’s it... suck me harder. Move your hand on my base... tighter, slide your hand up and down with your mouth... ohhhh. Yes... like that... you’re perfect, so perfect...”
She followed his instructions as best as she could and thought it a good indication that she was following him well when, in the end, he could not speak anymore and would only groan and moan and say unintelligible words as she pumped him with her hand and sucked him with her mouth. She played with his pouches, too, as he tensed all over. She was almost congratulating herself when she heard him say something.
“I’m going to explode, *ma bichette*! Oh, dear Lord, stop. Come here, wait...”
He reached for her and pushed her shoulders gently but firmly until she had to let go. She was sitting up as he started to raise himself from the bed until they faced each other.
“It’s your turn.”
“My turn?” she replied, gasping, her heart turning wild.
“Yes... it is your turn,* mon amour*...” There was the look of a predator in his eyes as he crawled toward her.