Prologue
She tasted like red wine. And I was drunk. Drunk off of the wine. Drunk off of the taste of it still on her tongue. I rarely enjoyed myself this much anymore, but she was absolutely gorgeous. I couldn't help myself and cupped one of her breasts in my hand. She gasped.
"Is this okay?" I asked. I could feel the heat of her breath on my neck as I whispered near her ear. She took a sharp inhale and started to untie the front of her corset. A warm feeling swelled between my thighs as I watched her delicate fingers trail along the last lace.
"Yes please," she barely whispered and looked straight into my eyes. My vision went hazy and my breath caught in my throat. I knew I had to pace myself. While I was only wearing a thin shift, she was still wearing heavy petticoats over hers. It would take much more for me to get to her than for her to get to me.
As I rested my hand on her thigh it became more difficult to remember that this was not for my pleasure. This was about hers. I was simply here for her to rest her gaze upon as I brought her to finish. Several finishes if she so desired.
I took her tongue into my mouth and again tasted the wine. She started to suck on my lip and it made me wish she were sucking on something else. Again I had to remind myself that this wasn't about me.
As if by instinct, she pushed her knee between my thighs. The gentle pressure was almost enough to bring me to the ecstasy I rarely felt when with another.
"Oh fuck," I involuntarily moaned. I reminded myself again that this was about her. Did she know what she was doing? Did I?
I knew that I had to be getting her dress wet. How could I not be? I was thrusting myself onto her knee by this point. I could feel the warmth flowing out of me. I pulled back from her lips.
"Hey," I whispered once I had pulled myself away from her mouth, trying to get my thoughts back together. The way her breasts were barely hiding underneath the sides of her corset made this difficult. I was much too drunk to be subtle.
"I think I'm getting your dress wet."
I could feel myself blushing and was glad there was only the glow of a singular candle on the bedside table to illuminate the scene. She looked straight into my eyes and the slightest smile pulled on the corners of her lips. She then parted them to say a singular word.
"Oh?"
Before I even had the chance to contemplate what she meant with that utterance I was on my back. In one mystifying motion she had managed to use the strength of her thighs to turn me over and perch herself on top of me. The elegance of her was breathtaking.
I couldn't manage to do anything but watch as she quickly pulled her corset off and slid her skirts over her head. She laid them neatly beside her. She turned her attention back to me, once again disrobing my soul with her intense gaze.
Leaning down, she pressed her lips against mine and her breasts against my shoulders. I wanted them in my mouth. Her lips were lovely but I yearned to run my tongue along the smooth skin of her breasts and make her moan by taking their centers into my mouth. The thought once again snapped me back to the reality that I was supposed to be making her moan. I was so preoccupied with consciously keeping myself from finishing that she hadn't even begun to feel satisfied.
"Could I?" she asked once she again retreated from my lips. Her eyes darted to the space between my thighs. She licked her lips, peering at me with intensity. I had just about given into the pleasure. She had barely touched me and I already felt the overwhelming want to allow myself to fall over the edge into ecstasy.
"You want to give me head?" I asked frankly. I was absolutely shocked. Normally I would have phrased the question with more eloquence, but between the wine and the woman, I couldn't be bothered.
"Oh...I didn't-Is that not something that usually happens? I'm so sorry I've never-"
I silenced her with a small peck on the lips while I pulled at the ribbon that kept her long golden hair tied behind her ears. Curls fell down to her waist and I took a pause to appreciate the circumstances I had found myself in. She was so warm. Her gaze. Her touch. Her tongue. Her wetness that at this point was slickening the hem of my slip. It was all so warm.
"Miss, we do whatever you desire. If you want to make me feel the pleasure you sought when you arrived here tonight, than who am I to complain?"
She smirked, then sighed as she gazed upon the length of my torso. She slid backwards and repositioned herself at my feet. As she moved I could finally begin to see what had soaked the slip I was wearing. The honey colored curls between her thighs hid what was sure to be an unparalleled experience. I made a point to explore the opportunity at a later point.
She knelt at the end of the bed as elegantly as I had come to expect. An absolute vision of beauty, only enhanced by the haziness of my mind. She leaned over me once again, and slid one of her hands up my slip. Her fingers traced the outside of my thigh and made their way to my hip. She slid the other hand under my bottom and grabbed a handful with a force that I knew would leave a mark. I wanted it to. I needed it to. I needed to be able to stare at it in the mirror of my bedchambers at home and think about this moment tomorrow.
She lifted my hips and placed one gentle kiss on the most sensitive point between my legs. Pressure rose inside of me and I couldn't help but let out a moan. As much as my body ached for it, I could not yet allow myself to finish yet. I wanted her be able to taste it. If she was going to be doing all of the work she should at least be able to reap the benefits.
"Don't call me miss. My name is Elouise," she said, but I barely heard her. She plunged her tongue inside of me and I screamed in pleasure uncontrollably.
"Elouise, I'm about to fin-" I started to say, but pleasure took over. She swirled her tongue around, mixing up my essence as the feeling rearranged my soul.
As she pressed her tongue to the roof of my entrance I felt myself raise my hips. I flooded her mouth instantly. My eyes slammed shut as more of my essence poured out of me with each tremor. My body convulsed one last time and I held onto her hair for support as my soul burst into a thousand fragments. She took those fragments and rearranged them in her mouth, making me whole again.
Elouise set me back down on the bed and raised her head from between my thighs. Her green eyes watched me gasp for air as I loosened my grip on the tangles of her blonde curls.
"Interesting," she said inquisitively, licking the last of my essence from her lips. "It has a taste reminiscent of a lovely summer wine."
