Richard and Anne lay side by side upon the soft greensward of the Manor House gardens. By the moonlight Richard could see the soft curves of Anne's naked body, her sleekness of thigh, roundness of hip and radiant skin. He regarded her long wavy hair which, where it had been loosed in their earlier coupling, now curled and draped softly upon her breast. Her small breasts were outlined upon her delicate chest, her cherry nipples protruding in the cool night air. Down below the slight rise of her soft belly, her mound lay, inviting. As she lay half on her side, one leg bent, from the damp brown curls protruded her pink folds of skin, hiding the small bud which was the centre of her pleasure, and which had that night been awakened for the first time by a man's touch.
Richard considered this beautiful picture as he lay next to her. They were betrothed to be married, and as he set eyes on her during the feasting and dancing provided by his father, in this his house, he had determined that he was set upon tasting her well before the appointed day. Earlier in the evening he had walked in the garden, devising a means by which he could achieve this, when she had followed him, and he had been able to initiate her and fulfil his desire. It had been a careful union at first, but latterly had become as enjoyable as any other, and at the memory of it, Richard's loins began to stir again, and his hardness began to arise.
Anne was a little perturbed at the encounter which they had had, for as she considered the act which they had performed, she realised that she was no longer a maiden, that her honour had tonight been given to Richard as a marriage gift in advance. She was grateful that he had used her well, and hoped that she would in time come to enjoy the sensations which he had provoked within her with his hands and his mouth, and indeed with his manhood, which she now shyly regarded. She looked at his appendages, which had been large and erect during the act, which had then lain dormant in his groin, but which now seemed once again to be tautening. She could anticipate this time what Richard would soon be requiring. Within the cleft between her legs, Anne was beginning to feel the sensations which she knew led to the returned desire.
Richard rolled a little nearer to Anne, and kissed her softly on her lips. Kiss after soft kiss he bestowed on her, his tongue beginning to enter and entwine with hers. She was lying on her side, and as he kissed her, he drew the fingertips of one hand down her cheek, down the side of her neck, and across her chest until her found her breast, teasing the nipple in passing. This made Anne gasp with pleasure and move her lower body nearer, whereupon still kissing her lips, he continued the journey of his fingertips down her belly, then just inside the curve of her hip, finishing with a long, slow upward stroke of her inner thigh, alighting upon the pink folds of skin. These he parted gently, finding the river of her desire, and its ultimate goal, the small mound which was the source of her ecstasy.
As he pleasured her thus with his hand, Richard's lips moved downwards towards Anne's breasts, and placed a myriad of light kisses upon the pale flesh, which set her trembling with desire. Every now and then he stopped to grip each nipple gently with his lips and pull it slightly, adding greatly to her pleasure. Richard's manhood was now completely swollen and erect, and his need had become urgent.
