Reassured, Augusta resumed her explorations, tracing her tongue down the thick ridge that ran the length of Colin's shaft. His cock twitched beneath her as she touched him with her lips, tongue and fingertips, inciting her curiosity even further. When she reached the base, she cupped his heavy ballocks in one hand, learning the textures of the crinkly skin and coarse, prickly hairs. The sac was taut, his testicles drawn up close to his body, swollen with seed. She dropped a soft kiss on each one, then kissed her way back up his staff to the plump head, already leaking even more fluid, which she lapped up greedily. After one more swirl of her tongue around the perimeter of the tip, she opened her lips and took as much as she could inside her mouth.
"Yes-ss," he hissed. "So warm and wet. Suck it, sweetheart - yes, just like that."
She couldn't speak, but she followed his urging and suckled the head of his cock, drawing him deep into her throat. She couldn't fit all of him inside, so she wrapped one hand around his shaft and cupped his sac in the other.
"God, that's good," he said on a long sigh. He reached one hand down to cover hers, teaching her the rhythm that pleased him best.
Augusta didn't think she'd ever been so aroused. She was nearly drunk with the sense of power that came from reducing a man as strong as Colin to whimpers and moans. His hips bucked, driving him deeper into her throat with each thrust and she instinctively speeded up her pace. He fucked her mouth even harder, his breathing short and shallow.
Suddenly, he gripped her shoulders and tried to push her away.
Augusta paused, glancing up at him without pulling her mouth away from his cock.
"I'm about to climax," he warned in a husky rasp. "If you don't want me to spill in your mouth, you need to stop now."
Carefully, she pulled her lips away and asked. "Would you mind?"
His groan was long and rumbled through his entire form. "Not in the least. Whatever pleases you, my love."
She wanted him inside her, but she knew from experience that he'd recover quickly enough for a second orgasm tonight. And this - this was something new and exiting, something she could do for him, for a change, rather than the other way around. Closing her eyes to savor the moment, she sucked his member back into her mouth.
It only took moments until he was back to where he'd been, breathing raggedly and thrusting between her lips. She sucked deeply, stroking him with one hand as he'd taught her, gently rubbing his testicles with the other. Following the cues from his body, she timed her motion and suction to his thrusts, increasing both as he moved faster and harder, as his hand tightened in her hair almost to the point of pain. Rather than flinch, she enjoyed the tug as proof that she had the ability to make him lose control. Soon, he thrust hard, then held himself deep at the back of her throat and spent, sending hot rivulets of liquid cascading down her throat, filling her mouth. She swallowed convulsively, drinking down his essence for long moments until he finally stopped. Then she eased him out of her mouth and gently licked him clean.
As soon as she finished her ministrations, Colin tucked his hands beneath her arms and lifted her to her feet on the step, putting her face level with his own. He kissed her fiercely, tasting his own semen on her mouth and was amazed all over again at what she'd been willing to do to please him. Augusta was every man's dream - a lady in the dining room, a sergeant behind the scenes of the household and a wanton in the bedchamber. Even though he hadn't gone to Scotland in search of a bride, he couldn't have found a better match had he spent years seeking one out. She was everything he could have asked for and more.
Pulling her with him, he rolled back onto the bed some helpful servant had thoughtfully turned down. The sheets were cool against his back while Augusta was delightfully warm against his chest. Her mound was pressed against his groin and he felt the first stirrings of a renewed erection. With Augusta, he was like a lad again, ready to go almost as soon as he'd finished the first time.
However, he felt it was his turn to spend some time pleasuring her, so he tugged her up the bed until she was resting on the pillows. He kissed her once, hard, then scooted down to pay serious homage to her lush breasts. Reaching across her waist, he cupped one pale mound in his hand while he lowered his mouth to the closer one. Her nipples were dark and beaded - it hadn't taken him long to discover they were exquisitely sensitive. First he circled the rosy nub with his tongue, mimicking the action with his fingertip on its mate. When she moaned and arched her back, he increased the stimulation, lashing her nipple with his tongue while he flicked the other with his thumb. Her skin smelled of roses and sweet, salty woman as her legs twisted restlessly against the sheets. Determined to drive her as mad as she'd driven him, he took his time, laving her nipple, then suckling deeply until she was whimpering with every breath. Even then, he simply rolled over her, switching his attentions to the other side.
"I need you," she finally said brokenly. "Your hand, your mouth, something...down there."
"You need something in your quim?" She still shied away from the frank words, but he could tell she liked to hear him say them.
"Yes," she sighed. "Please."
"Not yet." He sucked once on her turgid nipple, then looked up at her and grinned. "I'm enjoying myself here. But you've two hands of your own. Touch yourself if you like."
"Touch...myself?" There it was, that engaging note of curiosity in her tone. "That wouldn't bother you?"
"Not a bit. You're welcome to pleasure yourself any time you'd like," he told her. "Whether I'm with you or not." As long as it was never for anyone else. One thing he was damned sure of was that Augusta was his - for the rest of their lives.
His mouth still working her breast, he watched closely as she splayed her legs and lowered one hand to rest on her mons. Slowly, she began to move her fingers, exploring her own folds before she settled in to rub - probably on the bud of her clitoris. He suckled harder as he watched her hand move faster, saw her legs sag further apart, heard her breathing fracture into soft gasps. He released her breast with his mouth, then moved to kneel between her legs, watching as she worked her own pearl between two fingers.
God, she was beautiful, lost in her passion and self-discovery. She was so close and he wanted to be part of the experience. Reaching up with one hand, he pinched her nipple while he inserted two fingers from the other hand into her wet, hot channel.
"Colin!" She convulsed around his hand on just the second stroke, gripping his digits tightly with her strong inner muscles while her legs clamped down on his hips.
"Gorgeous," he murmured, continuing to move his hand slowly in and out of her clasping cunt while she eased down from her peak. Once she'd finished, he leaned down and licked her, as she had him, lapping up her thick, rich cream. The he moved up beside her and kissed her again, letting her taste her own essence on his lips and tongue before rolling over on his back and pulling her atop him. He was fully hard again and longing to feel her slick tight walls gloving his rigid cock.
"Ooh, I like this," she sighed. They'd only tried this position once or twice before, but he knew she enjoyed the freedom of controlling pace and penetration. Colin didn't much care what she did, as long as she moved.
First, though, she leaned down to kiss him again, her long, silky hair falling around them both like a curtain. Her lips were mobile and fluid on his as she slowly impaled herself on his erection, closing him in her moist heat.
"That's it, love. Ride me." He lifted his hips to meet her rocking motions and caught one nipple with his mouth as she raised up to deepen their connection. He sucked hard as she rode him swiftly, her lip caught between her teeth and her eyes squeezed shut. Faster and faster she moved, as Colin's release approached, his testicles drawn tight and full. He cried out her name as he erupted again, this time flooding her core with his seed. The wet splash must have pushed her over too. Her whole body shook as her quim spasmed. She bowed her spine and held herself rigid for long moments as her body quaked, then with a soft cry, she collapsed on his chest, limp and damp with sweat.
"You amaze me," he murmured as he slipped away to douse the lamps. Climbing back into bed, he drew her close and pulled the covers up over them both. "Goodnight, my sweet."
A soft snore was his only response.
With a quiet, contented chuckle, Colin followed her into slumber.