The Gentleman Highwayman

His lips and tongue eagerly feasted on the flower of her womanhood, tasting every inch of her, probing her moist depths, lapping at her essence and worshiping her sweetest, most sensitive treasure. Throughout his divine ministrations, Tamara squirmed and writhed almost uncontrollably, her fingers entwined in his hair, pulling his face tight between her thighs.

So caught up was she in her own throes of passion that she failed to notice him removing his breeches and slipping off his boots, leaving him naked bar for the mask that still covered half his face. He looked up, her ambrosial nectar glistening on his lips, and took her hands in his. As she opened her eyes and met his lustful gaze, he drew her down to the floor, cradling her back as he lay her down on his cloak, laid out over a soft bed of hay. He leaned over her and coaxed her thighs apart, Tamara eagerly complying, catching her first full look at his stiff ready manhood. She couldn't take her eyes off it as he guided his hardness towards her slick opening, watching with the most heightened expectancy as he slowly slid himself into her, deeper and deeper. The brief moment of pain as be breached the barrier of her innocence was quickly replaced by the most wonderful feeling of fullness as he settled within her moist cave.

Leaning forward to capture her lips with his, he began to thrust into her, slowly at first but with increasing momentum as his tongue simultaneously probed her welcoming mouth. Tamara immersed herself completely and utterly in the waves of pleasure sweeping through her body as her masked hero made love to her passionately. Her fingers scratched at his back as she felt a tiny bloom of pure ecstasy begin to grow deep within her, building slowly as it spread throughout her entire being, finally blossoming into a climactic crescendo which merged with her mysterious lover's own frantic grunts of release as they both exploded in rapture at the same moment.

He slumped down over her, exhausted, and they lay there in silence together, Tamara listening to their twin hearts beating almost as one as she bathed in the warm afterglow of their lovemaking. Eventually he wrapped his cloak around them and, feeling warm and safe, she fell asleep in his arms.

As Tamara awoke the next morning, she looked up through sleepy eyes to see her Gentleman Highwayman standing over her. He was dressed again, and was loading and priming one of his pistols. As he looked down at her, she returned his smile happily.

"What's going to happen to me now?" she asked. "Are you going to take me back to my father?" She paused for a moment, before shyly adding, "I...I don't want to go back home, I'd rather stay here with you."

He grinned at her, a hint of mischief flashing within his deep blue eyes.

"Oh don't worry mi'lady," he said, cocking the pistol, "you're far too valuable a prize to give up so easily..."