His fear of getting caught made him anxious to finish quickly. No soft, romantic interlude for Georgette Noel's first time. Soon I could feel his balls slapping against me every time he drove himself forward. "Shut up!" he urgently hissed when I gave a little cry of pleasure. I tried to ignore him, and concentrated instead on all the strange new sensations thrumming through my body. I locked my legs around his hips, trying to pull him deeper, trying to wring from him as much pleasure for myself as I could.
He was pounding into me so hard that my breasts were bouncing up and down and the table creaked ominously. I tried to keep quiet, but a breathless moan somehow escaped me. Immediately he pulled out, and I almost cried from frustration. I hadn't had enough, and was desperate for more. But before I could speak, he'd pulled me off the table, turned me to face it, and bent me forward over it so that my soft breasts were flattened against the wood.
"Now..." he said, as he put one hand over my mouth. "That's better. "
Content that he wasn't going to stop, I spread my legs and arched my back, in shameless invitation. Now he was annoyed from the interruption and he rammed into me so hard that the table shuddered under the force. I dug my nails into the cracks between the planks in the table against the exquisite pleasure that shot though my veins.
I was very close my first orgasm when I felt him swell inside me and pump me full of his seed. He was just pulling out, thick white fluid clinging to the soft, dark curls between my legs, when we heard a gasp from the door. We turned just in time to see the hem of a retreating skirt.
"I know...it's my fault." I said sarcastically "You don't have to tell me."
Andrew wordlessly yanked his pants back up, and set off after the intruder. I was left behind to rearrange my dress and reflect on what had just happened. I was inexperienced then, and there was still much I didn't know. I had a hazy idea however that I had missed out on something important. It just seemed that Andrew had gotten more pleasure out of it than I had. I'd seen him climax many times...watched the feral look in his eyes, felt his whole body shudder, heard him groan in release as he came.
I thought somehow that I should have felt something more, although that wry corner of my mind wondered if perhaps women did not feel pleasure like men did. As Andrew would have said, maybe that was just "how it is". Oh well. It had been a pleasurable experience all the same. More importantly, once the story circulated, there would be no marriage to Brant Everard. I'd be in trouble, but really --- what could they do to me? But had I known that I had begun a chain of events that would land me in Bootleg, I would not have been so calm.
However I was unaware that my station in life was about to drastically change, and I felt smug as I headed downstairs to my quarters to await the consequences of my choice.
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