Chapter 93

Isobel went to the foot of the bed and released the knots about Frang's ankles. Frang made no sudden moves once released, allowing Isobel time to become accustomed to his freed state. He remained calmly in bed, waiting for Isobel to return. She timidly climbed back into bed, pulling the covers over her breasts.

"What would you do, my Lord?" Isobel asked.

"May I put my head between your legs and pleasure you, my Love?"

"After you deposited your seed in me? Are you certain, Frang?"

"Do you not take my seed in your own mouth, Isobel?"

"Aye, well is it not expected of a wife she do so? McTavish expected it often. I hated it."

"You've done it for me, my Love. Was it hateful?"

"It was not so bad. Your restraint allowed me to control the depth of your penetration, and you're clean and sweet smelling. Your seed is salty, but not distasteful. It was not unpleasant. I might even learn to like it."

"Well, if I welcome you swallowing my seed, would it not be uncivil of me to ask something of you which I myself will not taste?"

Isobel thought about that.

"No one else has ever thought to do so, Frang. To be honest, no man has ever given me oral pleasure, so I explore all new territory at this moment. And you don't mind doing it while your seed leaks from me?"

He smiled at her. "There may be nothing I mind where you are concerned, Love. And to be honest, at this point, it would be mixed with your own sweet nectar, which gives me the advantage as far as I'm concerned."

Isobel reached out and touched his cheek, stroking it. "Aye, if you don't mind, I would enjoy the pleasure you grant me with your mouth."

Frang encouraged her to lie back and spread her legs for him. He kissed his way up her legs, teasing and taunting with his tongue as he went. Nibbling with wee nips upon the tender flesh of her inner thigh followed by tantalizing licks. He smelled her arousal, both past, now drying, and present, fresh beads of her essence gathering at the wellspring of her sex. It pleased him to hear her quick intakes of breath, to see her legs stretch wider and her toes curl the closer he drew to her core. She gasped when she felt his tongue stabbing at her moist folds and penetrate her sheath, wriggling about in the most beguiling manner. Her hands grasped his hair and pulled him against her, encouraging him to taste more and more of her moist slit.

She tugged him up so he could caress her clit, hard and demanding, peeking from it's protective cradle. She gasped as he licked the fleshy nubbin, so exquisite the sensations her created.

"My God!" Isobel said. "Why has no one ever done this to me before you?"

Her legs drew up and opened wide to give Frang full access to every fold, every nerve ending, every particle of her sex. Frang took advantage of every square inch she exposed, using every part of his mouth to pleasure her, even his breath. Since his hands were free, he stroked upward over her mound, the soft flesh of her stomach, holding the child they would soon share, up to her breasts where he fondled the blood engorged nipples. Her panting grew more pronounced, her moans longer and deeper. Sensing her impending release, Frang thrust two fingers into her sheath and curling them up, scraped the rough spot on her upper wall and her legs snapped shut around his head like a trap. He felt her cunt clasping his fingers in rhythmic pulses as her hips thrust against his mouth, as though attempting to shove his whole head inside her. Rapid "Oh, oh, oh's" spilled forth from her lips, even as fresh waves of her orgasmic fluids drenched his fingers. Frang continued his assault on her senses, maintaining her peak as long as he was able, but gradually easing off as her contractions slowed.

Isobel's legs collapsed to either side of his shoulders. Frang inhaled the musky fragrance of her latest gratification and smiled, knowing his responsibility for it.

"And, just like that, I'm ready to go again," he said, moving over her body and positioning his cock at her liquid center.

Frang was shocked when Isobel pushed him away and tried to curl up into a small ball, yelling "Don't, don't, don't do that. Not like this."

He backed away, giving her space, and placing his hand on her ankle, asked, "What's wrong, Isobel? Have I done something to hurt you? Scare you? What is it, Love?"

"I'm sorry, Frang," she whimpered. "When you got over me like that, I felt so closed in, so helpless. It's not that I don't want to have sex with you, but with you right on top of me, I got frantic, and felt I needed to escape."

"So I didn't hurt you, nor startle you. It's only the position, where I'm right over you, close, making you feel you needed to escape?"

"Aye."

"Are you willing to continue if we find a way to do this without me pressing down on you, so's to speak?"

"I think so," Isobel replied.

"Would you want to tie me down again?" Frang asked.

"That would give me the feeling of control again, but I don't want to do it all the time if it can be helped," Isobel responded. "Perhaps if you would lie down and I could be on top as if you were."

"We could do that," Frang agreed, "but might you be willing to test some other positions where you might not feel so closed in?"

"There are others?"

"Lots of them," Frang said. "I'd be happy to show you some now if you're agreeable."

"What must I do?"

"Try getting on your hands and knees, and I'll get behind you."

"Like dogs you mean? You don't mean to put your cock in my bottom do you? McTavish only did it that way when he wanted to fuck my ass."

"Dogs, horses, cattle, but people can use it too. And I would not fuck you there unless you wanted me to."

Isobel did as he suggested and he got behind her. He put a hand on one of her perfect buttocks, letting her know he was nearby.

"Are you okay?" Frang asked. "This isn't bothering you, is it?"

"Nay, not if my ass is safe."

"It's safe for now. We do nothing until you're ready. That's still my promise to you."

Isobel nodded and he asked her to spread her legs a bit more so he could get behind her. When they were the right width apart, he moved between them, keeping a hand loosely on her hip. He could feel her tremors and gently patted her behind, letting her know she was safe. Isobel felt his cock touching her slit and she wanted it. She wanted to feel his cock push into her cunt. Feel her lips part as he plunged up her folds. Frang rubbed it between her inner lips, moistening the head in her fluids, rubbing it up and down. Isobel was tempted to push backward and capture his cock, but she resisted, feeling it was too wanton. When it was sliding easily between her folds, she felt the mushroom shaped cap position itself at the entrance to her sheath and start a slow gradual push into her body. The moisture she'd released from his tongue, eased his way into her. She experienced the pleasing fullness of his cock in her cunt without the pain she'd learned to expect. He waited patiently and was rewarded when she began rocking back and forth on him, using his prick to fuck herself. In that moment, he knew she could accept this position without fear.