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and balls. She breathed heavily through her nose, her lungs burning for more air, but she did not want it to end. She was getting more and more inventive with her tongue when a hand stopped her.
    “I am too close, you must allow me to gain control,” Devlin said in a hoarse voice. Sweat beading upon his brow.
    Reluctantly, she shifted back and released his swollen staff. The seam of her labia was richly wet and throbbing. She wanted to do more, much more.
    Yvette nodded with pride. “You did well for a beginner.” The maid turned to Devlin. “She will make a wonderful courtesan for you.”
    Molly stammered, “Oh, I am not to—”
    “I am just her tutor,” Devlin added at the same time.
    Yvette smiled and nodded. “My lord, if you have no more need of me, I will return to the manor to help for this eve’s ball.”
     
    “You have my leave,” Devlin replied, ignoring the maid as she donned her clothes and left the circle of trees. His eyes were only for Molly, imagining what she would look like in his bedchamber, her skin glowing, her red hair framing her lovely face while it splayed across the white pillows.
    “Why do you look at me so?” Molly asked in a self-conscious tone. “May I continue with, with—”
    “No, it’s my turn to teach you how to receive pleasure.” Devlin rolled forward and on bended knees, lowered his lips to hers. His tongue pressed into her mouth, exploring the velvet recesses. She returned his kiss with a daring hunger that burned through him. Her reaction left him breathless, shaking his composed foundation. Whenever she was near, he could not maintain his indifference. It took all his will not ravish her on the ground, breaking her maidenhead and claiming her as his own.
    He pushed the lump of regret down his throat and pulled away. He had to preserve control. Sitting back on his hunches, he took a moment to cool his ardor and admire Molly’s curvaceous body. Her large breasts moved up and down with each breath she took, the rosy areolae covered most of her breasts while her nipples stood hard, ready for his attention. Molly’s lovely hands trembled by her side.
    “Relax, I will only give you pleasure today.”
    He could not read her expression when she looked up into the cloudless sky. A salty breeze lifted small bluebell flowers into the air and they landed upon her hair, adorning her face like a Greek goddess.
    He picked a flower out of her hair and lightly touched her breasts with its tender blue petals. She gasped and watched him closely, her eyes shimmered with expectation. He leaned over her and lashed his tongue across each nipple, giving each one attention until Molly writhed beneath him.
    Suppressing his straining erection and its need for pleasure, he shifted himself over her body, trailing his tongue all the way to her sacred place.
    “Open your legs,” he spoke more with need than command.
    Bit by bit, she widened her thighs, like a blooming rose opening to the sun. He licked his lips and studied her curly mound of auburn hair. In the sunlight, her arousal glistened along her inner lips, her musky scent arousing him beyond distraction.
    Unable to resist any longer, Devlin lapped at her delicious satin flesh. The bittersweet flavor glided across his tongue and he took the moment to savor the taste. He thrust his tongue inside her again, devouring her rich cream.
    Molly wildly bucked her hips, but he held her down, flicking his tongue over her sensitive clit and then devouring her musky entrance. He could not get enough of her. He could lie here all day licking her, tasting her, feeding on her passion.
    She writhed in agony and soon her whole body shuddered. Exploding over and over again, she gave him more of her luscious nectar while her insides pulsated around his tongue.
    Once she gained control over her breathing, she propped up on her elbows, her face flushed. The becoming shade was erotic and adorable at the same time.
    “No vision is finer than when a woman