Adam & Evelyn

We had coupled a third time in the early hours of the morning, before I left her. When I was dressed, she slipped into a dressing gown and walked me down to the front door. She gave me a last, warm kiss before I slipped outside.

It had been less than twenty-four hours since then, but I wanted her again. Even just thinking of her was bringing on an erection. My cock pressed itself painfully against the mattress. I shifted on the bed again, bringing only slight relief. Out of habit, my hand slipped down to circle the hardening shaft, in order to bring myself to release. I hadn’t stroked myself more than once or twice before Evelyn’s words came back to me. I was to come to her day or night.

Had she meant those words?

We would soon find out.

With an abrupt motion, I threw off the bedclothes.

I didn’t spend many moments trying to perfect my appearance, though I did try to look at least presentable. I tiptoed quietly past Mother’s bedroom, shoving down the sudden feeling of guilt that came up to smother me.

The cool night air sobered me slightly. For a moment I wondered if she would turn me away. I blushed at the mere thought of the embarrassment. Still, it was late at night. Even if she did bar the door, there would be no witnesses, besides her servants. My fingers wrapped around the key that the butler had given me. My talisman.

My hand trembled as I reached for her door. I was strangely afraid that the key wouldn’t work, but it turned easily in the lock and I was soon inside her darkened house. I locked the door from the inside and, as a precaution, slid the heavy iron bolt.

Guiding myself by pressing my hands along the walls, I made my way up the darkened stairway. There was the faint glow of light under the second door on the right. Letting out a tense breath, I knocked lightly on the door.

“Come in, Adam.”

I slowly swung the door open. Evelyn was draped across the bed wearing nothing but a chemise. The hem of the garment ended just at the top of her thighs. She looked at me from her lounging position, her hand coming up to gently pull at her neckline until one of her nipples peeked out. My cock stirred painfully in my breeches.

“I was wondering how long you would keep me waiting.” She reached out her hand, beckoning me toward her. “I was beginning to worry that I hadn’t pleased you.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle. Please me?

“What do you want tonight, Adam? Do you just want to fuck my snatch, or should we play instead?”

My cock rose in response to her crude language. I had never heard those word on a woman’s lips. I wanted to lift that chemise and plunge myself into her, but I could tell she wanted to play.

I nervously gestured to the bulge in my breeches. “Will you take it in your mouth again?”

Evelyn smirked. “Only when you’ve earned it, my dear Adam. Only when you’ve earned it.” She spread her legs, making the chemise ride up and reveal her sex. “What if I asked the same favour of you?”

She was already wet, the pink flesh of her sex gleamed with her arousal.How would she taste, I wondered.

I moved to the foot of the bed. Grasping her ankles, I pulled her toward me with a jerk, so her legs hung off the bed. Kneeling, I reached out to tentatively touch the soft, wet folds.

“What do I do?” I asked, not knowing what would please her.

“Lick me, Adam. Tease me.”

Pressing my face between her thighs, I reached my tongue out to stroke the soft folds. She tasted salty-sweet and infinitely arousing. I licked her softly, letting my tongue linger in her entrance, then flick over that tiny little nub that made her vibrate with pleasure. I felt her hands drift into my hair as she began to moan softly, “Oh, Adam!”

Encouraged, I pressed my tongue firmly against that nub, making her squirm. She grunted incoherently a few times, her hips lifting involuntarily off the bed. The arousal seeped out of her. I licked it up eagerly, loving the taste of her. I wanted to please her. To make her climax. Hard.

I gripped her hips in my hands and pushed my tongue deep inside her, wanting to taste as much of her as I could. She clutched my hair, squealing with each thrust of my tongue until she gave a fierce shake and went limp, panting.

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I hadn’t expected him to do it. Most men enjoyed fellatio, but would never deign to give a woman mouth play. I had only asked as a lark. That, and I had also wanted to feel Adam’s nimble tongue in my cunt.

Oh, and it had been nimble.

Finally, I pushed herself up onto her elbows. “Well, my dear Adam, you’ve earned a reward.”

He smiled from between my legs, a spot of her arousal gleaming on his cheek, looking positively adorable. “I did it right?”

“Oh, you did it right,” I assured him. “Now lie on your back. I’m going to suck you dry.”

He climbed up on the bed and obediently rolled onto his back. I opened his breeches with practised hand, revealing his swollen cock to my adoring gaze.

I was going to have trouble giving him up at the end of three months. I knew that already. This was only my second night with him, and already he’d wormed his way into my heart. Truly generous lovers were so hard to find.

Lowering my head, I paused to inhale the scent of him, then breathed against the tip of his cock, making it quiver. I let my tongue peek from between my lips and touch the little slit in his tip. He gasped inward, then breathed out, “Evelyn.”

“Good. You remember my name. But by the end of tonight you’ll be lucky to remember your own.”

I set to his cock with an eagerness that surprised me. He moaned and writhed beneath me, so I moved to straddle him, pinning him down with my weight as I sucked and licked at his glorious cock. When he was an instant from coming, I found that little spot below his tip and pressed it, holding him back.

I brought him to the brink again and again until he was crying like a whipped choirboy beneath me, desperate to come, to explode in a froth of white seed.

I shifted, laying my thighs on either side of him, so he was poised at my entrance. “You want to be inside me, Adam?”

“Oh, God! Yes!”

I lowered myself halfway onto him, then pulled up again. He whimpered. “Please. Oh, God! Please!"

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She plunged herself onto to me. There was no time for thrusting. I exploded immediately into her. She chuckled evilly above me. “Remember my name now?” she asked.

“Yes,” I snapped. “Bitch.”

I flipped her roughly so I was above her. I wasn’t at all sure I would be able to make her suffer the way she had torture me, but I was willing to try. I latched my mouth over her nipple, sucking and biting at the tender nub. My hand snaked between her legs, rubbing harshly against the soft, intimate folds.

I pressed two fingers deep inside her, then joined a third and a fourth. She murmured into my ear, “Yes. Oh, yes, Adam.”

“You like that?” I whispered darkly, liking the dominant role I had temporarily taken. I drove my fingers deep into her. She shuddered beneath me.

Just before she came, I pulled my hand free and returned my mouth lightly to her breasts. She whimpered in impotent fury. “Bastard,” she whispered.

“Tell me you want me inside you,” I ordered. “Beg me for it.”

“I beg no man.”

After ten minutes of my handling, however, she was singing a different tune

“Please Adam! Oh, please! Put your hard cock inside me! Do it now. Oh, God, please! Now! Please!”

I plunged deep into her. I was strangely removed from the sensation of her wet heat around my cock. I was concentrating on her pleasure. Again and again, I drove into her, listening with delight to her desperate gasps of need. “Oh, Adam. Oh, God! Oh, Adam!”

It was only when I felt her orgasm beneath me that I allowed myself to unload into her. I collapsed over her and, for a long minute, neither of us moved. Then, I slipped out of her and pulled the bedclothes over us.

Neither of us said a word.

Chapter Four

May 1817

London

I could not keep from taking another glance around the crowded ballroom. Adam was sure to attend tonight, with his uncle and aunt. I was looking quite forward to seeing my old friend Julia again, but I had to admit that I was looking primarily for Adam.

He had come to me nearly every night since we had begun our liaison, now two months ago. He had lived up to all the potential he had shown in those first few encounters. Last night, however, I had sat up until nearly midnight waiting for him. At first, I had been angry that he hadn’t sent word, but soon admitted to myself that I had never indicated that he had to come every night. Rather, he was to come in response to his own needs, not mine.

Another sweep of the room and I found him. Captain Harringsford and Julia were in conversation with each other a couple of feet from him. Adam’s eyes swept across the room. His gaze locked with mine and, smiling foolishly, he took a step toward me. I gave a sharp shake of my head, stopping him. His smile vanished, replaced by the look of a kicked puppy. I smiled, trying to reassure him. He turned away to join the conversation of his uncle and aunt.

Slowly sliding from one group to the other, I made her way toward the Harringsfords. When I reached the outskirts of their group, Julia caught sight of me. “Evelyn, dear! It’s been ages since I’ve seen you.” I stepped forward and exchanged a brief embrace with my friend, who turned to the gentlemen with her. “You know Andrew, of course, but have you met our nephew, Adam? Adam, this is Lady Wilforth.”

The captain’s speaking gaze echoed what Julia’s natural tone of voice had already made plain to me. Julia did not know of my liaison with her nephew.

I dropped into a demure curtsy, then let my gaze slowly wander up Adam’s body until I met his eyes with a coquettish smile. His mouth curled up into a smirk.

“Will you perhaps do me the honour of a dance, Lady Wilforth?” Adam asked, extending his hand.

He led me onto the floor, joining the end of the set. We began to move in the patterns of the dance. The twists and turns gave me delightful glimpses of his long legs, surprisingly well-muscled for one so young.

“I missed you last night.” The words tumbling out before I could stop them.

Adam reddened slightly. “I wanted to come, but Mother was in one of her moods. I couldn’t escape.”

Watching his blush, I had a wicked idea. When the turns of the dance brought them close enough, I whispered, “I wanted you, Adam. You won’t believe how much.” I allowed us to separate in the dance for a moment. After a few more turns, my mouth was again by his ear. “It got so bad, I had to start touching myself.”

The blood flashed to his face.

“I thought about you as I stroked myself. I orgasmed hard, but it wasn’t the same. I wanted you. Even now, being to close to you like this, I’m getting wet, down there.”

He stumbled, but recovered.

“Did you want me last night, Adam? Did you lie awake thinking of being inside me? Do you want me now?”

Before he could answer, the dance ended. Adam bowed over my hand. I leaned forward and whispered in his ear. “You must excuse me, Adam. I have to go do it again. If I don’t get some release, I’ll explode." I dropped a saucy curtsy and turned to walk away, careful to swing my hips provocatively as I moved.

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I watched her lift the tapestry covering one of the alcoves and disappear behind it. I nearly ran after her but managed to control myself. Exchanging a few words with several acquaintances, I slowly worked my way across the room. Lifting the tapestry, I slipped behind it.

She was half-reclined on the sofa, her arms behind her head. The first two buttons of her dress were undone and her breasts straining at the rest. Her skirt was lifted above the height of her garter, exposing her ankle and calf to full view.

She slipped one of her fingers into her mouth then, pulled her bodice aside, tracked her wet finger around her nipple, making it contract into a tight, suckable nub. My trousers echoed the constriction as my cock stirred further upright.

“Well?” She smiled invitingly. “Aren’t you going to touch me, Adam.”

I moved to the chair across from the sofa. “No.”

“No?”

“I’m going to watch.”

For the first time in our relationship, I could see he had surprised Evelyn.

“Go on. Touch yourself. I want to watch you. I want to see what you do when I’m not there.”

Her hands were shaking as she pulled her skirt up, revealing inch after aching inch of smooth calf and plump thigh. I shifted in the chair, but refused to allow myself to answer the throbbing need of my cock to pounce on her.

When the skirt was bunch around her waist, she slowly slid one leg to the floor and hooked the other over the back of the sofa, exposing her womanhood to my adoring gaze.

Her body had grown so familiar to me in the last two months. I knew those folds intimately. All I had to do was reach over and stroke them “just so” to have her writhing in ecstasy.

Instead, I watched as her hand drifted down to touch them. They stroked tentatively, barely touching at first, then grew firmer, finally disappearing into her entrance, then sliding out again. Her eyes fluttered shut, forgetting my presence.

The scent of her arousal drifted across the space between us, making my body tense with the need to take her hard and fast, right here in this alcove. Clenching my hands on the arms of the chair, I refused to move, no matter how the sight before me was arousing me.

Evelyn began to gasp as she approached orgasm. “Oh. Oh! OH!” Her hand chaffed relentlessly at her pussy, which was dripping arousal onto the fabric of the skirt beneath her. My hand wandered to open my trousers and I began to pleasure myself as I watched her.

I had masturbated a thousand times, but this was an entirely different experience. The sight of Evelyn pleasuring herself made me hotter than I had ever been. My frantic strokes matched the thrusts of Evelyn’s hand as she plunged her fingers deep into her body.

Evelyn’s eyes opened to meet mine as we each pleasured ourselves, thinking of the person just a few endless feet away. Her mouth curled into her enigmatical smile as her hand plunged a final time and she gave a final climatic gasp. Her hand fell to her side. The sight of her release made me lose control, my seed spurting suddenly in a froth of white to litter the carpet between us.

She smiled across to me. “That was amazing.”

I was amazed to see her blushing as she pushed her skirt down again.

“Evelyn! You mean there’s something that embarrasses you?”

She reddened even more. She glance away, then back, smiling mischievously. “Meet me at my house in an hour.” She pushed herself up from the sofa, smoothing her skirt.

I caught her arm as she tried to leave the room. “Why not now?”

She smirked. “Because we’d lose our balance on that tiny sofa.” She put a finger against my lips. I kissed it, then she pulled away and slipped out of the room.

It took some convincing for Aunt Julia to let me leave ahead of her and Uncle Andrew. When I finally managed to slip away, a full twenty minutes after I saw Evelyn leave, Uncle Andrew flashed me a knowing smile.

Slipping a few coins into the driver’s hand allowed him to whip the horses to a wicked pace and soon, I was outside her house. I locked the door behind me and leapt up the staircase, two steps at a time, reaching her room.

She was naked on the bed. I crossed the room quickly, stripping off clothes as I went. I climbed over her pressing my skin against hers, my cock teasing between her legs. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me fervently for a few moments, then broke away with a chuckle. “Lie on your back and closed your eyes.”

I obeyed, wondering what devilry she had invented for us tonight. I felt her blow a soft stream of air against the head of my cock. I shivered as she closed her mouth over it, sucking slow and deep. I groaned in appreciation.

“You like that, Adam?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

The bed shifted as she crawled over me, so her mouth still clasped my cock and her pussy was positioned just above my face. A drop of her arousal fell onto my lips. I licked it into my mouth, savouring it. A moment later, I buried my face eagerly in her mound.

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I squirmed as he forced his tongue into me, and returned his attentions with firm suction on his cock, just the way he liked it. I rested my weight on my elbows, leaving my hands free to play with the base of his cock and his scrotum.

Adam swirled his tongue around my clitoris, making a rush of blood sensitize my entire body. My mouth opened in a gasp, allowing his cock to plow deeper into my throat than I thought a cock could go. I pulled back, then lowered my head experimentally, pulling it even deeper.

Adam’s hand rounded over my backside, massaging, as his tongue swirled in my snatch. His fingers found the tight sphincter of my ass, caressing it lightly before a finger began to push gently inside it. I groaned around Adam’s cock, returning to the tip to suck hard. My hands rubbed up and down his penis: the source of the greatest pleasure I had ever experienced.

Adam’s finger grow bolder, pushing in and out of my sphincter as his tongue ravished me. When he gently nipped at my mound with his teeth, I squealed and shuddered into a violent, aching, debilitating climax.

Collapsing over Adam, I barely heard his chuckle over my gasping breath. “You like that?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

He gently turned me over, then pushed his cock back into my mouth. I closed my lips over it and let him fuck my mouth until, with an animal groan, he climaxed, flooding me with his seed. I swallowed it eagerly, even as I faded off to sleep. He pulled me against him, warming me with the heat of his body. I sighed, snuggling closer. He was so wonderful.

For a moment, the thought jarred me awake, but almost immediately, I started to drift again. I would think about that tomorrow.

Was it possible? Did I love him?

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I awoke groggily to an unexpected sound. Sitting up, I saw that Evelyn was bent over the chamberpot, retching painfully. I pushed aside the covers and move toward her.

“Sweetheart, are you alright? What is it?”

She wiped her hand against her mouth. “I know exactly what it is,” she snapped. “I get sick from the very first moment.”

I froze. No. It couldn’t be. It couldn’t happen. Not like this.

“Y-you’re pregnant?”

She pushed herself up from her knees, her hand grasping mine. “It’s alright Adam. I know a doctor. He’s helped me with this before.”

I felt my heart give a lurch. “H-how many children do you have?”

She bit her lip. “None, Adam. He’s not that kind of doctor.”

It look me a moment to put the pieces together. “You mean - you’re going to kill it?”

She stroked my face. “You’re still so young,” she said softly. “Yes, Adam. We have to get rid of it. It’s the only way.”

Chapter Five

I put my hand under Evelyn’s arm, helping her to stand. Her body shook as she crawled onto the bed and I pulled the covers over her. I began to circle the bed to climb in the other side, but she raised her head. “Adam?”

“Yes?”

“Will you move that?” she gestured weakly to the chamber pot. “I can’t stand the smell of it.”

Obediently, I took up the chamber pot and moved it to the dressing room, then returned. I crossed to the dressing table where she had left a decanter and two glasses. I poured a small amount into a glass and carried it over to her.

“Rinse your mouth with that.”

She obediently swished the brandy in her mouth, then spat it back into the glass.

“Is that better?”

She nodded. I put the brandy glass back on the dressing table.

“Come to me,” she called weakly, patting the bed beside her.