I kissed him back passionately. I think that took him by surprise almost as much as it did me. We both expected me to put up a fight, or make things awkward, but I couldn’t. The incessant throbbing between my legs had become too much to resist; if I didn’t act on it now, I’d end up going insane.

Our bodies melted together as our tongues clashed in my mouth and George’s cock pressed up against my waist. His scent filled my nose, while his touch awoke my body. I was totally, utterly, and completely lost in the moment. We were in a royal residence, but we could have been anywhere right now. I wouldn’t have cared if we were in a bus shelter with an audience. Nothing could have spoiled this moment.

George guided me towards the bed, and then pushed me away from him the second the foot of the bed brushed against my knees. I fell backwards, but immediately propped myself back up onto my elbows to check out the view.

For a few moments, George just stood there looking down at me from the foot of the bed, as if he might change his mind at any moment. Then he reached up to the top of his shirt and slowly started undoing the buttons.

I’d never seen his chest. It sounded ridiculous, but I’d never seen my husband’s chest. There was plenty of him I’d never seen, but his chest was all I could focus on right now.

His shirt opened and fell to the floor. I heard the sound of his belt buckle opening, but I didn’t look down; I couldn’t take my eyes off his chest. I could swear it was staring back at me. The firm pecs—tattoos encroaching on them from his shoulders—seemed to be eying me up, challenging me to look away. I couldn’t do it. I had to take it all in, committing it to memory as if I would later have to draw it for a police sketch. He had more contours and ridges than a fingerprint, and I was willing to bet good money that this body was one-hundred-percent unique.

I hadn’t even noticed how wet I was getting between my burning thighs, but when George dropped his pants—taking his boxers with them—I finally had a reason to look away from his chest.

“Damn,” I muttered, as I watched his cock quickly grow hard in front of me.

“That’s a common reaction,” he replied with a grin.

I sat up and wrapped my hands around the shaft, stroking slowly, as if experimenting with something new and foreign. Size-wise, it most definitely was new. I’d seen my share of cocks, but this one was something else. It throbbed in my palm, as I moved my hand up to the head and squeezed gently, eking out a bit of cum from the tip.

There was no way a girl could resist that.

I moved my head towards his shaft and opened wide to take him into my hot, wet mouth. I breathed deeply through my nose, before sliding my lips down the smooth skin of his cock. His member pulsed in my mouth, ready to explode.

“Sophia,” George moaned deeply, as my lips got as far down his shaft as they were going to. I’d always been proud of my gag reflex—or lack of it—but there was only so much room in my mouth and throat.

He clasped my head with both of his hands and held it in position with my lips most of the way down his cock. I concentrated on breathing through my nose, while he slowly pushed his cock deeper down my throat. I expected him to empty himself inside me at any second, but instead he pulled all the way out, leaving a trail of saliva from my lips to the tip of his cock.

“It’s impossible to control myself around you,” George said through deep breaths. He unzipped the back of my dress, and then moved up on the bed, dragging me up with him until my head was resting on the pillow.

I closed my eyes and tried to calm my nerves as George pulled my dress off and threw it to the floor. I couldn’t see anything, but I could feel his eyes on me as I lay there in just my bra and panties. His body was so perfect, sculpted, literally like a work of art. Mine was… normal. I was young enough that my breasts still pointed up, and I was slim, but I didn’t have a lot else going for me. There were freckles, and soft bits that wouldn’t disappear no matter how many sit ups I did in front of the television.

“You’re stunning,” George said softly.

I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He was staring down at me with a genuine look of desire on his face. I wasn’t stunning, but George seemed to think so, and that was just fine with me.

He leaned down and kissed me on the lips, his hard cock pressing eagerly against my belly. A hand went under my back and unclasped my bra, quickly whipping it off in one smooth motion.

The second my breasts were free, his mouth dived onto a nipple, covering it with his warm lips, and flicking against it with his tongue. This time it was my turn to hold his head and keep him close to me.

“Oh, George,” I moaned as he bit down gently on my erect nipple. His hand slid down my stomach towards my panties which were getting wetter and wetter with every second my nipple was in his mouth.

His fingers pressed against my sex from the outside of the soaking wet cotton between my legs. I tried to pull his head up to mine—desperate to get his body on top of me—but he resisted and instead headed in the other direction.

His lips kissed my skin as his mouth made its way slowly down to my underwear. Each kiss sent jolts through my body, and left behind a fire on my skin, until finally George crawled between my legs, and hooked his fingers under my panties.

They came off in a blur, and suddenly my wet sex was exposed to George. He looked down between my legs with hunger filling his eyes. I needed him to devour me and I couldn’t wait any longer. I hooked my legs around him and pulled his body down between his legs.

“You’re not the patient type, are you?” he asked.

“Are you?”

“Good point.”

George’s mouth kissed the insides of my quivering thighs as he slowly made his way down to my wet slit. The second his tongue touched my sex, the built-up anticipation washed over me and left me gasping for breath on the bed.

I looked down between my legs; our eyes met briefly before George sent his tongue darting out to my swollen clit.

My head snapped back and my eyes closed shut as George ate me with a furious intensity. My hands gripped the covers, but nothing I did could keep the pleasure at bay. My hips rocked furiously against his mouth as he slipped his tongue into my entrance, groaning with pleasure as he ate me.

“You taste so fucking gorgeous,” he murmured, his tongue coming out and sliding back up to my clit.

I cried out in pleasure, although I don’t think any of the sounds formed actual words. They were just noises that had to come out.

I kept squirming under the expert touch of his tongue, but his hands clasped my hips firmly, so that his tongue never left my wetness. Every movement of his tongue sent shock waves throughout my body until I was finally ready to let go and surrender.

Then he stopped.

His mouth left my sex, and suddenly my world felt empty.

“Bad timing,” I gasped, as I lay shaking on the bed. I’d been right on the edge and but didn’t go over.

“Perfect timing,” he replied from the side of the bed. He must have dug a condom out of his pocket, because he came back to the bed with his cock sheathed and ready to go. “I want to feel you come around my cock.”

George climbed on top and kissed me deeply, letting me taste the sweetness that covered his mouth and chin. His cock moved close to my entrance, but he let it stay there just out of reach as we embraced and kissed.

I’d been excited by the size of his manhood, but now I realized that somehow he was going to have to squeeze that thing inside me. The prospect had me equal parts nervous and excited, but the increasing wetness between my thighs made it clear that my excitement would win the battle in my mind.

I wrapped my legs around George and slowly pushed him into me, encouraging him to enter and finish what he’d started. He guided his huge length to my opening and then pushed forward slowly as he filled me inch by glorious, pulsating inch.

He looked into my eyes as he rocked his hips on top of me. The gasps of discomfort at his size quickly turned into whimpers of joy, as my sex flooded with pleasure at every movement of his cock inside me.

George was holding back. I wanted him to let go and lose himself in my sex, but I was in no position to give any commands. All I could do was lay there, squirming and moaning, as his cock warmed my insides and spread fire throughout my body.

“Keep going,” I murmured.

“You’re so tight,” he moaned, as his cock slid deep into me. “I don’t know how long I can last.”

The muscles in my sex clenched hold of his pulsating cock, as if it never wanted to let go. I leaned back into the pillow and cried out, losing myself completely in the moment, as his cock finally sent me over the edge that I’d been teetering on since he kissed me. Hell, I’d been waiting for this since we first met.

George shook and groaned deeply, as his cock throbbed and then emptied inside me. We kissed again, before he rolled to one side and we lay next to each other, breathless, on the large four-poster bed.

As first times with a new guy went, doing it in a royal residence was right up there. It certainly beat my first time with Stan in more ways than one.

The sound of creaking floorboards came from outside the room as servants shuffled around tidying up and getting the house prepared for the morning.

“Do you think they heard us?” I asked George nervously.

“I don’t think so. But they might hear the next time.”

“Next t—” My words got lost in my throat as George pressed his lips up against mine and brought me in towards him. His cock wasn’t just huge—it was insatiable.