HE STOPPED when he reached where she leaned on a log that was beaten down by a storm a long time ago but survived and grew, except the ordeal left it with the shape of an old man bowing low. He then leaned hands on both sides of her, securing her between them, and between the log and his body. She already knew how solid that body was, so she had no intention of even pushing him away. But she was tensed, and she knew it wasn’t because she was afraid. She realized it was from the excitement of being so near him.
His face was so near hers that she could see the pores on his smooth skin, but it didn’t tarnish the handsomeness of him. The only danger she could see was her getting cross-eyed. Besides, he was right. It was only a kiss. She had seen no one of her friends dying of a kiss. In fact, they found it to be so thrilling they’d kissed several of their suitors-and as many times not suitors-before they committed to just one and got married to him.
Even so, kissing remained thrilling that it threw water on many marriage quarrels that seemed very serious until... yes, the kiss. So it must be a good thing. Right?
He frowned. “I can see you. You’re thinking. I can almost hear your brain working inside that head.”
“I’m debating whether I should close my eyes because it’s getting harder to open them with you so close.”
His shoulders shook as he laughed under his breath. “Close your eyes because I’m about to get closer.”
She did so obediently.
When she felt his lips softly cover her lips, she tensed harder, but then her senses snapped alert, as she found herself actually curious about what would happen and how it really felt. The kiss. This famous, so famous... oh.
His lips were actually soft. That surprised her, because she thought a man’s lips would be, maybe not as hard, but near hard as his body, especially this body that supported her on the horse ride. When those lips moved over hers, she had another surprise, because it did not feel intrusive at all. In fact, it felt very pleasant, so much so that she moved her own lips against his strokes, following his rhythm easily, much like a dance, she realized. As the kiss kept on, her senses focused on that contact, making everything else unimportant but that moment. His lips. Oh, his lips.
She gasped when he opened his mouth and his teeth gently nipped at her lower lip. She opened her mouth, too, and a small sound escaped her again when the tip of his tongue flicked at her, playfully, that she would have smiled if she wasn’t waiting for his next move. He then traced the line of her teeth with his tongue before delving in deeper. Again, she did not find this offensive like she would have thought. Instead, she liked that his mouth felt wet and pliant and gentle, and that he was kissing her more intensely now. When his tongue darted out of his mouth to touch her tongue, she mimicked him. It became a game of tongue fighting until they both groaned in each other’s embrace. And Adalene hadn’t even been aware she had her arms around neck and her fingers in his hair, while his arms had gone around her body, holding her tightly to him, until then.
The kiss had turned to insistent sucking and pulling, lips entangled and tongues challenging, and something else. In fact, she found it hard to think for the first time in her life. Her heart was racing like it had never done before. She felt faint again, but his embrace didn’t give her any chance to worry she might fall. When he raised his head, they were both breathing hard, the noise they made swelling up the heat she felt on her face, neck and body. She felt very light, in a way that felt good.
“Ma bichette...” he gasped, the vibration in his chest reverberating against her suddenly tingling breasts. Before she could get ready, his mouth had landed against her mouth again and they were kissing-again-like hungry animals. If she had known it would be this thrilling... wait, she already knew because she was told. They’d been telling her. But... to be honest, she didn’t think it would be like this, because she never had been interested in kissing a man until this day.
Oh, she could kiss the Baron forever like this.
His body moved as his kiss got hungrier. It was obvious he found all these as thrilling as she did, and it strangely reassured her. He turned them around, and she was on top of him now as he leaned backwards on the log she’d just left. He pushed her face a little away, and tenderly held her cheek with a hand as his eyes feverishly watched her, before tips of his fingers slid down her neck to her throat, leaving only pleasure on her skin, until it had reached a breast. She gasped when she felt it cup and cradle the soft mound against the cloth of her bodice.
This would have normally alarmed her, but no. Instead, pleasure she had never known had her gasping again. A tingle of heated pleasure coursed through her as his hand rubbed at her, the point of it felt in the nipple of that breast. She was suddenly curious about how it would feel if she wasn’t clothed and he was touching skin, like their lips kissing. Her breasts were suddenly heavy, nipples hard, pushing against the confinement that made her thought impossible. Like they wanted to be touched by his bare hand, skin to skin.
She ached. She wanted his hand on her bare skin. It felt like she had contacted fever because she wanted too much. She had heard stories of coupling whispered in the subtle light of candles, mixed with giggles and gasps. She didn’t believe this could feel so pleasurable, as they had said. Never.
He caught her lips again and she kissed him hotly, feverishly. His hand had traveled lower between them. As he sucked her tongue, she felt him pulling at her skirts until he was touching skin. She gasped, feeling his rough palm against the skin of her inner thigh, because his knee had pushed at her knee to open them. Just as she’d thought, the contact only had her more agitated, but not in a bad way. She wanted more. She wanted what he wanted to do to her, whatever it was. He could do whatever he wanted if it felt this wonderful.
His hand caressed her naked thigh. She shivered at the warm tickle this created right in the apex where her thighs met. She was so sensitive that she felt the heat of his other palm through her the cloth at the small of her back where he held her securely against him, his thighs anchoring her on both sides. This allowed her to open her thighs further when the hand there skimmed the skin inside, going inner bound, until it found the center of the heat that pulsed in her.
“Ahh...!” she gasped. Then she gasped again as his hand cupped her sex, surprised at the sensation of slick pleasure when his fingers rubbed at her there. Her eyes rolled over and her head was thrown back, releasing his lips, when a finger dipped somewhere in there that brought it inside her body... in a pocket of flesh she never even knew existed, but felt very, very good.
“How do you feel, ma bichette?” she heard him whisper to her, his voice rough and yet tender, crooning at her like she was someone special.
“My Lord... it feels... it feels... oh! Don’t stop!”
But he had, only to move them until she was leaning on the edge of the shaved log. Both his hands dived under her skirt and she heard tearing, then he pushed her down until she was laying on her back at the surface of the table, then he pushed up a knee that opened her throughly to him.
Before she could protest at being exposed so, the other hand had gone back to that pleasurable area and he rubbed that soaked spot, two fingers sliding between her folds, exploring, causing such pure and unexplainable pleasure that her protests instantly turned into moans. Her breath caught again and again as his fingers thrust, as his thumb stroked and rubbed. She couldn’t even stop the writhing of her body, her back constantly leaving the surface of the wood. He watched her face as he did this, and she held his gaze boldly, not knowing why, only that she felt better with the contact. She was going insane with the intense wanting of something she didn’t know to name, but she felt was coming.
“What... are you...” she began to ask, but couldn’t continue as her eyes rolled over again. Something was teasing at her, coming and going, about to crash, too powerful that she held her breath each time her body bucked, then withdrew. She peeked at him again and he was watching her with wonder.
“You’ve never really been touched like this before...” he said, like he couldn’t believe it.
“What is this?” she asked, breathless. “I feel so hot inside. What... ahhhh!”
She threw her head back as that which had been teasing her finally imploded, crashing inside her like a giant wave that spread and consumed her. His fingers anchored her to him, stroking just the right amount of pressure until her back, which she hadn’t realized was arched as much as it could, fell back on the wood. She felt the Baron crawl up to her to kiss her cheek and her neck tenderly before he took her lips in his mouth and kissed her slowly, until her breathing slowed as well as the beating of her awed heart.
He raised his head and she opened her eyes. He was smiling, eyes tender as he watched her face indulgently.
“What did just happen?” she asked, her voice a little rough after all the moaning and little screams she’d done just a moment ago.
“Ma bichette,” he replied, smiling. “You just had a taste of what we’ll do together on your first night with me in the manor.” He lowered his head and rubbed the tip of his nose to hers. “Are you hungry? Let me help you get up so you can eat.”
HE HELPED her to get down the shaved log, and by the time she had her feet on the ground and had fixed her skirts, her face was aflame with embarrassment and deep shame. She remembered sounds she’d made she had never done before, and they were loud - the men in the cabin must have heard her. Adalene realized how ignorant she was for not learning more about this thing that eluded her in books her mother had stored in the house, those she was allowed to bring home after retiring from working as a handmaiden to an aristocratic woman.“You’re so quiet, ma bichette,” the Baron observed after he, too, had straightened his clothes and recovered the leather bags from the rocky ground. “Is there something wrong?”“I feel so inadequate, my Lord,” she replied upon when the Baron remained quiet, waiting for her answer.He fully turned to her and frowned. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about. Inadequate of what?”She couldn’t look at him. “I realized that... after everything I thought I know ab
ADALENE moved to lay on her back on the log. He followed to lay on her side, and kissed her mouth again as thoroughly as he did a moment ago. When he moved down again and opened her thighs, she gulped and closed her eyes, getting herself ready for it. She felt him raise the hem of her skirt and the layers under them, and since he had torn whatever as hindering his exploration under there the first time, she knew the moment she was exposed to him. She felt the breeze touching her there.It felt like her whole body was in flames as she presented to him a sight that she had never, ever imagined she could present to a man, much less him!“Are you comfortable?” she heard him ask from there.“Y-Yes, my Lord,” she whispered.“Hold on to the log,” he commanded, so she did. “Adaline, you can open your eyes.” I did. His voice was amused, as his face was when she looked down her body to see him standing just between her thighs. “You can watch me if you want to.”She nervously bit at her lower li
ADALENE was dressed for a banquet or, as much as a peasant maid like her could possibly know, it felt like she was dressed for a banquet. The gown that she wore was the most beautiful, luxurious gown she had ever worn in her entire life that she almost fainted upon first sight of it!The skirt, flaring from a high belt tightly tied on her ribcage, was dark blue. The underskirt was in brighter turquoise. Her headdress was like a cone sitting atop her head, and a pale blue veil cascaded from its peak down her back. It concealed her hair which had never appeared that shiny or soft or lovely, and enhanced the blue in her luminous, wide eyes. She spread her arms so she could see the embroidery of gold threads trimming the sleeves in the biggest mirror she had ever seen in her entire life. Under her skirt, she was wearing the softest undergarments. And on her feet were the most beautiful scarlet slippers.If her mother could see her now... or her friends, but she could barely recognize hers
AS THE SUN started its setting in the west direction from the Baron’s chateau, Adalene got up from the bed and took the beautiful hand mirror she found in the elegant vanity in the bedchamber she was using, because she decided she wanted to see what she was doing.She made sure the door was firmly closed with the wooden bar in place, and then she went back to the bed, lay down on her back, and raised the hem of her sleeping garment to discover what’s within.She opened her thighs and used the mirror to look at that intriguing spot, the one her cousins called pussy, for the very first time. She took a deep breath after seeing what the ruckus was all about, then frowned.Well, it certainly looked strange, with that dark thatch of wiry hair that she felt she should trim and the rosy bud peaking between pink folds of soft flesh, plump and shy-looking. Like it only wanted to lurk and not show itself. There was nothing attractive about her pussy at all. If she had ever dared look at it like
ADALENE’S CHEEKS had become rosy and her freckles stood out as she watched herself in the mirror now and remembered what she just did that afternoon in the luxurious bed just across the room from where she sat.It was wonderful to know she could pleasure herself.And yet, even as she came atop those sheets, she had felt missing something. She remembered how his phallus had looked – a long, hard column of meat that felt alive while she held it. And she tried to imagine cumming with all of that inside her. Her fingers could only fill so much, could only reach so much. What did she know? But somehow, she knew that hard, throbbing member of the Baron could do so much more for her than what her fingers could.It was almost dark outside when the servants came back to assist her in the bath and to get her ready for dinner. She would have protested except what they did to her had been outside of her experience. She could not do as good on her own, and they would not dare defy the Baron’s orde
WHEN THE KNOCK finally came and the same servant called to take her to the upper hall where the Baron was waiting for her, Adalene jumped like a frightened goose. She felt so on edge.Do not think. The day will pass and you will survive this, she told her wide-eyed reflection in the mirror. It cannot be as bad as when you and your cousins faced that boar in the woods and you were so frightened for your life. Or... or if you are right now in Louis’ chamber and you are suffering the touch of his probing hands and the terrible smell of his rotten teeth!As if she was running away from something terrible from the room, she bade the servant to enter at once. There was only the youngest one, Juliet. She determinedly faced her, shy but sure about what she wanted to know.“Juliet, I need to ask you something.”“Yes, Mademoiselle,” she replied, and the gently teasing smile on her face told her Juliet knew what she was about to ask.Her face warmed up but it didn’t stop her from asking. “Have y
“MY... MY LORD?”He looked up. “Yes, Adalene?”“Can... can I seat near you? So I will not have to... shout when I talk to you?” She cringed after she asked, almost sure that he was not going to be pleased.But to her surprise, he smiled. “I would like that, too.” Then he called the maidservants and ordered them to bring her plates and cutleries to a seat to his right. He stood up and helped her up, then escorted her the length of the table to her new seat.She felt relieved sitting on her seat with him just a reach away. They could talk.And they talked.She was hesitant at first, but when he started the conversation by asking her a few questions about life on the farm and how the farmers were, they were soon talking well. The subject, at least, was something she knew. She was surprised to find out he knew of more details about how farmers do their trade before the produce even went to the borders than she expected. He answered her questions when she got more intrigued after he talked
ADALENE’S EYELIDS dropped like lead, and she almost laughed inside his kiss. Indulge on an exercise, indeed. Since his very first kiss this noon, this felt more like an enjoyable past time – the best she had ever had in her life!Then his lips moved over hers caressingly, more insistently, and she lost all thoughts. She knew from experience this was only going to get better and she couldn’t help but moan as his lips pressed harder. It should have been embarrassing, but she was so excited she wasn’t thinking about that anymore.The first time he kissed her, he dazed her so well she couldn’t think straight. But now she wanted more of this. She opened trembling lips so his exploring tongue could enter, and there was a grunt of approval from him, followed by a playful flick of his tongue to her tongue.She smiled again and shyly flicked back at him. There begun the serious play of their tongues as the kiss only went deeper and hotter... and she stopped thinking altogether as it consumed h