Elizabeth's Education (Forbidden Lust) by Maggie Carpenter

clutching the bedcover.
    He rested inside her for a minute, letting her feel him, then slowly began to fuck her. Smoothly and easily he slid in and out of her delicious and vulnerable body. She was tight and tense, so he moved his fingers beneath her again, touching her clit, and she immediately began to relax, her state of arousal renewed. Moments later she began to press back against him, meeting his movements with her own.
    He gradually increased the tempo, thrusting in and out with vigour, his fingers working artfully between her pussy lips. She began to groan, louder and louder, until he knew her moment was nigh. As was his.
    ‘If you feel your moment, Elizabeth, embrace it,’ he ordered.
    She was completely silent for a moment, holding her breath, waiting, not even sure what she was waiting for. A new feeling had grown inside her. His fingers were rubbing aggressively, his cock pumping, and then suddenly an explosion rocked her. As the spasms took hold she sank her face into the pillows to muffle the screams of sheer bliss that erupted from deep in her lungs.
    Her inner walls gripped him tightly and her body shuddered as she climaxed, the orgasm surging through her. It was enough to send him over the edge too, and he pumped strongly, feeling his own explosive release.
    Eventually, their passions spent, their ragged movements eased and their rasping breathing calmed. Lord Michael released her hips, his softening penis slipping from her, and she collapsed on the bed. Stretching out he rolled her with him so they were side by side, and tenderly swept the damp tendrils of hair from her hot cheek. He stroked her breasts, and waited for her breathing to calm. Again she sighed deeply.
    ‘How do you feel, my dear?’ he asked.
    She didn’t respond right away, but then just when he was about to ask again she said, ‘It’s so hard to describe, sir. I feel tranquil, yet invigorated.’
    ‘You know you’ve turned a corner in your young life, don’t you? You’ve taken the first few steps on a long but wonderful journey.’
    ‘Yes, sir,’ she replied, too happy and overcome to truly understand the depth of his words. ‘I think I know that.’
    ‘Rest now. You’ve had a very long day.’
    ‘Mmm, and night,’ she murmured, feeling her eyes close and sleep float about her.
    Lord Michael cradled the shapely young beauty, finding it difficult to accept the unfamiliar feelings he too was experiencing.
     
     
     

Chapter 8
     
     
    Lord Michael stayed with Elizabeth throughout the night. She would stir in her sleep and feel him snuggled against her, or his arm thrown over her. She had never felt so safe, nor so at peace. Though she slept lightly, not used to sharing her bed, she loved having his warm, strong body next to her.
    In the early hours of the morning he cuddled her close, whispered in her ear that he must leave her, and retreated to his room. She wanted him to stay but already knew better than to ask, and once alone between the sheets she held his pillow close, smelt the masculine memory of him on the linen, and drifted back off to sleep.
    And when Grace entered and opened the curtains the girl barely moved.
    ‘Morning, Miss Elizabeth,’ the maid said in her usual manner. ‘It’s a bit later than usual, but Lord Michael said to let you rest this morning. It’s almost ten o’clock.’
    Elizabeth could not believe it was so late. She rarely slept past eight, and certainly Grace never woke her later than eight-thirty. Even so she felt tired, and smiled to herself; it was not surprising after all she’d been through. She heard Grace running a bath, and stretching languidly, raised herself onto her elbows, squinting in the morning light bathing her bed.
    ‘I’ll have cook fix you a late breakfast, Miss Elizabeth,’ Grace said, closing the bathroom door so as to keep in the warmth. ‘Will there be anything else?’
    ‘No, thank you, Grace,’ the sleepy girl said, suppressing a yawn and suddenly blushing as