Pleasure Giver

An eBook By Victoria Manley.

"Are you nervous?" I asked her.

She nodded.

"Yes, a little, Edward."

I reached for her face and gently stroked her cheek with the tips of my fingers.

"Don't be. You know I wouldn't do anything you don't want me to."

She nodded again, but I could sense a bit of indecision. I patted my lap.

"Come. Straddle my lap facing me and we'll just talk."

She brightened, liking the idea, and eased her right leg over me, then settled down on my thighs. I gave her a moment to get comfortable, and then put my hands on her bottom to scoot her closer to my body. Her eyes grew wide, and her blue shadowed lids half closed as she felt my erection against her pantied-covered crotch.

"May I touch you?" she asked.

Her voice was timid, like a little girl asking permission to have a new toy.

I unfastened the uppermost button of her blouse and eased my fingertip over the top of her left breast.

"Where is it that you want to touch me?" I asked.

She pursed her lips, as if it were something hard for her to say.

"Your cock," she whispered.

Releasing the next button from its confines, I gently touched her cleavage and insides of her breasts, and felt a slight quiver.

"You want to touch my cock?" I asked.

She nodded, the words audibly caught in her throat. I smiled at her attempt to conduct herself both like a lady and a whore.

"Do your nipples get hard when they are touched?" I asked, deliberately avoiding her question.

She whispered a breathless, "Yes."

I brought my hands to the clasp of her front closure bra.

"Let's see, shall we?"

As the brasserie popped open, the material moved to the sides to reveal her small, but lovely breasts. "Aahh ... these are beautiful," I cooed as I pinched her left nipple between my fingertips.

She closed her eyes and whimpered, then pushed the right one into my hand. I took it between my thumb and forefinger and gave it a squeeze.

"Do you like that, baby?" I asked.

Another breathless, "Yes."

"I'll bet they taste even more wonderful than they look."

Without asking for consent, I put my palms under her bottom to pull her tightly to me and took her right nipple between my lips. A loud moan escaped her throat and she began to grind her crotch against the front of my pants. My erection rose quickly, giving her a definite target to push against. As I slowly moved from one breast to the other, I sucked a bit of the pale tender flesh into my mouth, leaving it cherry and slightly molested. The more I sucked, the harder she would grind, until I could feel that she was close to an orgasm. I smiled to myself. She wanted to come, and I, being a gentleman, would never deny a lady such pleasure.

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