Seduced by a Dandy ~ The first novelette from "Different Desire", a Gay Victorian Romance and Erotic novelette collection

we were both entirely naked now. He let me feel that he was quite excited t oo as pressed his hips lightly against me.
    “You are so beautiful,” he whispered , his voice heavy with Italian accent and he poured a couple of drops of the oil along my spine . He started to slowly massage it into my skin on my shoulders and the wonderful fragrance of roses filled the bed room. Until this day I alwa ys associate roses with lust, passion , and my first night with Luciano .
    His hands continued to massage in new drops of the rose oil and worked their way downwards. I felt my longing for him accelerate as he reached my waist and when his hands continued even lower I sighed with pleasure . I was clearly reaching a new level of lustful yearning when his fingertips gently stroke my naked bottom. They glided easily thanks to the oil and suddenly my desire peaked when they unexpectedly , but softly and very carefully , entered me. I had never known pleasure like this and I almost cried out in ecstasy .
    “Do you like it? ” he whispered and pressed himself against my backside . The feeling of his hard erection against m y buttocks and his gen tle fingers touching me so incredibly intimately was extraordinary and cannot be describe d by words . I was entirely unable to answer coherently, completely lost in lust ; however I arched my back, pressing myself closer against him in reply.
     
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    I had said that I would make it last the entire night, however when he moaned softly, arched his back and pressed against me , so ready and so willingly, I knew I had lied.
    My fingers glided easily in and out of him now as he was relaxing and had fully given in to the pleasure of the experience . The rose oil lessened the friction and I poure d a couple of drops down on my own erection, massaging both myself and him at the same time. I loved watching him , moaning with passion underneath me , as I touched myself. Before I was too carried away , I let my fingers grow still. He was by now very aroused and he groaned with disappointment, however he s wiftly understood that depending on how he moved his own body, he was able to renew the sensation. I saw him close his eyes and his breath came in uneven gasps when he moved his hips against me rhythmically . Very soon he would come, whether I touched him or not. The sight of him, under me, gasping and moaning, was more than distracting and appealing .
    “I want to be inside of you,” I whispered and removed my fingers . Instead I held my hard erection against him, pressing it gently to where I had just touched him whi le encouraging ly stroking the sensitive areas of his bottom.
    “Yes , ” he replied with a thick voice and arched his back again. I gasped as h e pressed himself against me, which made the tip of me glide inside o f him. He responded immediately and tried to press himself further against me .
    “ Careful, or you may injure yourself,” I said , trying to make him slow down. I grabbed his hips to stop him and gently I started to push in small, cautious , and controlled movements against him , making my way .
    The sensation of him so tight around me , and the feeling of him trying to press himself harder against me tha n he should , was intoxicating . Evidently I may have been a little bit too enthusiastic in teasing him and now he was too aroused to appreciate a tender approach. In fact, I had to hold him still resolutely , and I felt him resist me, strain ing his muscles until his veins bulged with the effort. It had the most disturbing effect on me ; his desire was like wildfire and was clearly spreading to me.
    “Slowly,” I said hoarsely , but he did not listening anymore. “It may hurt otherwise.” I tried to warn him in vain .
    “I do not care ,” he snarled , p ressing more and more recklessly against me and struggling to get free. I started to have serious problems holding him still as his desperation increased.
    “You shoul d,” I growled, on the very edge of l osing my own self- control. The combination of that I had to hold him by force and that he was so willing was rapidly breaking down my resolution to be gentle .
    “Please... ” he moaned and threw back his head . “Take me. Do what you want with me! ”
    It was the begging which finally did it. I can resist many things, and be tempted in many ways, however begging had always had the most delirious effect on me , and I could not , whether I want ed it or not, deny him anymore.
     
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