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to sample the nectar that flowed from her womb.
    When he took her nipples between his fingers and tugged them lightly, she burst amongst searing waves of pure pleasure.
    He brought her down slowly, so slowly she thought she would die. Then, as though he were servant instead of master, he took a warm wet cloth and cleansed away her virgin’s blood and his seed first from her tender flesh, then from his own still rigid cock.
     

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    She was more than he had dreamed of, all he had ever sought. Rolfe knelt between Jasmine’s widespread thighs and cupped her firm, satiny buttocks.
    Aroused again already at the sight of her spread warm and willing in his bed, he bent and probed her navel with his tongue. She tasted of sweet soap and salt. That taste fed his appetite. God’s blood but he’d never get enough of her.
    Her soft belly cradled his cheek. No peasant wench could be so creamy smooth, so exquisite. And no serf as beautiful as she would have been untouched. Guilt nagged at Rolfe. He should have withstood temptation, however eager she’d been to relinquish her virginity in his bed.
    Then she ran her fingers through his hair and sighed. As though asking for something more, she rolled her hips upward toward his seeking mouth and, guilt or no, he was powerless to resist her invitation. He slid down her luscious body, tasting as he went, rotating his tongue in the archway to where the love-god dwelled.
    Slowly, gently, he lapped her cunt, sampling the erotic juices. Her honey, his seed, flavored with the spices from their bath and her own womanly essence. His own lust dulled for the moment, he savored the tickling sensation of her pubic curls brushing his cheeks. The silky smoothness of her thighs.
    He loved the way she grasped his head, urging him with little moans and whimpers to take her higher. “ Yesss . Oh, yes, that feels so good,” she hissed when he nibbled her clit and flailed it with his tongue. “Oh my Goddddd .”
    When she writhed with pleasure, he felt ten feet tall. Wanting to hold her, he lay beside her and gathered her in his arms. Surely she could want no more.
    She reached down and stroked his cock with one hand. “Why did you not seek your own release again, my lord?” she asked, her expression curious.
    “I would not hurt you, sweeting. Your honeypot needs gentle initiation, and I am not a small man. My cock can wait, for the pleasure it promises you is worth a few days’ deprivation.”
    With one finger, she rotated the ring through his flesh, making him swell again to full erection. ‘Twas good the damned thing appeared to fascinate rather than repel her.Unfortunately what she was doing had him hot to fuck her again. Closing his eyes, he made a futile effort to relax and go to sleep.
    “I would do for you as you did for me.” She smiled, then found one of his nipples and gave its ring a gentle tug. “May I give you pleasure?”
    “You need not. I will survive.” His cock twitched, as though to dispute what he’d just said.
    Jasmine bent and wet his distended nipple with her tongue, then raised her head to meet his gaze. “You please me greatly. I wish to serve you, to learn how I may please you in every way, my lord.”
    “Rolfe.” He had the sudden need to hear his name from her sweet lips.
    “Rolfe. I wish to please you as you please me.” Smiling, she bent again and caught one of his nipple rings between her teeth.
    He found he could not say her nay, that whatever his beautiful Jasmine wished would be his command. “I am yours. Do as you will.”
    He caught a handful of her hair and brought it to his face to savor the sweet smell, the silky softness of her, before letting her slide down the bed and lie between his legs. He nearly came when she flicked her tongue along the underside of his cock while cupping his seed sac in both hands and squeezing gently.
    “Like you this?” she asked.
    He loved it. Loved feeling her breath, her warm slick tongue… He groaned.
    She slid