Chapter 25 Nicholette Takes All Of Theobald

• It must have taken Theobald a lot of will power not to jump Nicholette and spread her on the carpet. Theobald knew that she was still sore here and there from her encounter with the beast and this was the Lord's daughter, the delicate button that he watched grow. So the first time Theobald touched Nicholette's naked body, he tenderly rested his hands on her hips and kissed her belly, as if afraid to hurt her with his lips. Then, he kissed her more. And then, finally, he decided to scuff his mouth gently down, trailing into her gentle hairs and to her sex, already wet and welcoming.
• Theobald prodded her folds gently with his tongue, exploring subtly, measuring her reactions. Nicholette dug her fingers into his thick hair, holding tight. She pushed his head firm into the right spot, which Theobald eagerly tasted. His tongue agile and covered all of her most sensitive areas, doing circles, going up and down and forward and backwards. She couldn't possibly get any more excited than she already was. She needed him deep inside her, whether it were his fingers, tongue or beautiful member. She grabbed his head with both hands and rubbed herself coarsely against his mouth, making Theobald lose his carefully plotted path. She rode his face, chin, tongue and lips. She even felt an occasional rub of his teeth. She wanted more. She needed more, so while still standing in front of him, she threw a leg over his shoulder.
• Taking the hint, Theobald grabbed her waist with his strong arms and swept Nicholette off her feet, laying her on down the cushions with a thud. He pushed her legs up and regained control of the feast she was between her legs. He darted his tongue out and spread Nicholette with it. He kissed her, roughly, he lapped her hard and even took a playful byte, stretching her. The tiny ping of sharp pain made Nicholette squirm and swear under the man's oral skill. Nicholette was trembling, losing control over her superiority pose. The rush of lust roamed her body, from the center to the tips of her fingers and toes and came back. Her muscles tensed and her eyes flickered, making the room disappear under an ominous sensation. She contorted and tightened, grabbing Theobald's head and pulling him in even closer, pressuring her legs around him as if she was to strike the final blow in a duel. Nicholette felt electric, Nicholette felt losing herself, in a wave of delight, Nicholette felt one powerful orgasm that wouldn't let go of her sexuality. Nicholette felt warmth and she realized she had a violent grip on Theobald. As she relaxed, she let him slide from her lap back down her leg, hoping she didn't have tufts of his hairs between her fingers or that she had broken his jaw.