Desire Flows

This is part 2 of Chapter 3 preview of the alternative story arc. Enjoy! 

What he had not anticipated was Marguerite thwarting his honourable intentions. Having reached the door of her bedroom, Henry had thought to end the kiss when Marguerite wound her arms around his shoulders and deepened the kiss, rubbing her tongue against his. Shifting a hand higher to turn the doorknob, the brush of her round soft bottom against his wrist made his blood sing with desire.

Henry barely remembered walking into the bedroom as his head spun with the heat of Marguerite's kiss. "Love, are you sure?" he mumbled between kisses as he slowly lowered Marguerite.

Marguerite's answer was a sensual glide of her hips as she slid down his body when he lowered her from his embrace. Pressing forward, she felt his body's answer in the growing bulge that she felt against her belly.

Feeling wanton impulse overtake her inhibitions, she moved her open palms from Henry's face to his broad chest, smiling at the quickening beat she felt beneath her hands. Tracing the path of her hands with her lips, she felt Henry tense as her hands moved past the top of his breeches and caressed his growing desire through the cloth. Henry's hands wound themselves in her hair as her lips closed upon the cloth-covered proof of his arousal. Undoing his breeches, Marguerite tried to conceal her nerves when he sprang forth, rigid and swollen.

Tipping her head up, Henry said in a voice gruff with desire, " Love, you do not have to.."

The thought died on a groan as Henry's tenderness proved to be the answer to Marguerite's nerves, her lips lightly kissing the head of his arousal before her tongue darted out to taste the pearly drop on its tip.

"Oh God..." Henry groaned as Marguerite licked and lightly sucked from the tip of his arousal to its base while her hands caressed the round sac at the base. To Marguerite's amazement, his arousal seemed to grow and twitch as Henry's stomach muscles trembled while his breath came out as a hiss.

Henry could feel droplets of sweat form on his forehead as Marguerite's mouth worked its exquisite torture over his throbbing organ. Feeling himself teetering on the edge, he tried to pull out of Marguerite's mouth. "Love, no, I cannot hold back..." Marguerite's hands held onto Henry's bottom, effectively trapping him.

"Love, no..."

The feel of Marguerite's lips and warm mouth across half his length as she moved  her head in a dance around his arousal, concentrating on its sensitive head, proved to be Henry's undoing. Shouting his satisfaction, his stomach muscles shaking, Henry flooded Marguerite's mouth.

Realising she would gag as Henry's release threatened to overflow her mouth, Marguerite swallowed instinctively as she moved her lips to encompass his swollen tip, watching it jerk as Henry climaxed. His warm, salty essence filled her mouth as she swallowed as much as she could. Watching Henry's face, Marguerite marveled at the pleasure she had brought to her lover.

Pulling away after she felt his tremors subside, Marguerite was surprised to find Henry was still half rigid. Henry did not give her much time to wonder as he lay her on the bed, his hands making quick work of her clothes. Marguerite's mind  fogged over with desire as Henry's thumb teased a peak while his mouth closed in on her other breast, teasingly close to the peak but not on it. Henry smiled as the peak pebbled beneath his circling thumb and an involuntary moan escaped Marguerite's lips as he finally suckled the aching peak he had teased.

To be continued