House of Pleasure, Deborah Court [great books of all time TXT] 📗

only for a short time. His body still longed for Jane, aching to feel her arms around his body again, her lips searing his skin. It had felt so incredibly right when he'd been inside her, pleasuring her until she had shuddered with lust.

Just then there was a soft knock on the door, and a female voice shyly said, "Monsieur, it's me, Jeanette. Mademoiselle Jane sent me to bring you fresh towels and ask if you need any help with your bath."

Hesitating for a moment, he decided to play along with Jane's fantasy. "Come in," he said, gesturing her with his hand to enter.

"Monsieur, if I may - Mademoiselle Eden told me to wash your ... manly parts very thoroughly." Her right hand moved further down, over his flat six-pack to his long, hard manhood, squeezing him firmly for a moment. Luke threw his head back and moaned. It was amazing how quickly he was aroused again after his passionate encounter with Jane.

"Are you real, Jeanette?" he asked, watching her move about. She wasn't Jane, but there was something about her - maybe the way she threw him those challenging glances that reminded him so much of the woman he had met in the park. "Or just an impersonation of Jane, like in a role-play?"

She looked at him with a slow smile. "I don't know what you mean, Monsieur." Then, to his utter astonishment, her face changed. She appeared strangely blurred for a few seconds, and then she looked exactly like Jane - her face, her body. Even her voice had changed to a slightly deeper timbre. "But if it's My Lady you desire, I can look like her. Better now?"

"It is you, Jane," he said, disbelieving. "How can it be possible?"

Giggling, the French maid started to rub his throbbing shaft slowly, washing the sensitive head. Luke thrust himself up, urging her to rub him harder. Her hand slid down again, feeling the weight of his balls, washing him there, too. Then she looked him right in the eye, while she had him in her hand, unmoving.

"Monsieur," she said, pleadingly. "I wanted to ask something of you, if I may. My father wants to marry me off to an older man soon, a wealthy merchant. He is a widower and needs a mother for his children. But he's ..." She looked down. "Old, and not very handsome, I must admit, though I like him. I doubt that the marriage bed will bring me much pleasure, so I thought you could show me how it is to be loved by a younger man, just once. I am still a virgin, of course."

Luke was astonished. "But ... don't you think he will know that you are not a virgin anymore?"

She shrugged. "He won't care, he told me that he wouldn't mind if I wasn't untouched. Well, he even said ... that he was not sure if he could consummate the marriage at all. But he promised to be a good and generous husband. So please Monsieur, take my body ... just this one time so I'll know how it is to lie down with a young, strong man." She started to rub him again, increasing her pressure. Luke noticed that she did that quite well for a bloody virgin.

He grinned at her. "Let's play your little game. I will take you, Jeanette. And I can assure you that we won't lie down while we are doing it."

Now Jeanette really looked frightened, but he eased her fears by kissing her deeply, pulling her down with him into the water until she was dripping wet. He unlaced her bodice and freed her breasts from the corset, ravishing them with his mouth. Jeanette moaned and arched her back, while he sucked and licked her rosy nipples until they were nice and tight.

His hand wandered under her skirts, noticing that she did not wear anything under them. Impatient now, he pushed the heavy, wet dress up over her hips and heaved it over her head, freeing her from it. Now she only wore the loosely laced corset (he guessed that real ladies wore it tighter because they did not have to work) around her waist, her ample, high breasts and lower body exposed to his sight.

When he probed her with his fingers, he noticed that she was indeed a virgin, as he found a barricade when he tried to enter her. She wriggled her hips and rubbed his cock harder, whispering in his ear to continue, no matter what happened. He found her little bud of flesh and caressed it tenderly, making her juices flow.

Jeanette … or was it Jane? … spread her thighs for him and begged him for more, pushing herself down on his hand. "Oui, Monsieur, ooh I like what you do ... please, do not stop ..."

He knew that she was ready for him. He grabbed her around her corseted waist and slowly, very slowly lowered her onto his pounding manhood, pausing at her tight entrance or a moment before he slowly guided himself into her.

"You are so tight," he said, covering her neck with kisses while he plunged deep, savoring the feel of her hot, moist walls around his cock. Her low, breathless sobs made him grow even harder, and he began to move, pushing her down to meet his powerful thrusts. The water swapped over the edge of the tub as they rocked against each other.

Her breasts were crushed against his broad chest, and her hardened peaks rubbed along his skin with every move. He covered them with his hands, punching and twisting the rosy nipples with just the right amount of pressure while he kissed her, his tongue imitating the movements of his manhood. A few more thrusts, and she came, contracting around him. Not breaking the kiss while she whimpered with release, he entered her for a last time until he was buried in her sweet body to the hilt. Groaning, he spent himself inside her welcoming depths,