He took her hand and pulled her to her feet again. ''I love you, Emily, and I want you.'' They kissed, a passionate kiss that left them both gasping for breath. He stepped back and looked at her. Her blue eyes shone in expectation, and her face was slightly flushed with excitement. He kissed her again, this time, his hands snapping open the buttons on the back of her dress. When he'd finished, he pushed the dress back from her shoulders. Her breasts sprang free, and he bent down and kissed her nipples. Emily held her breath and closed her eyes. What he was doing was making her more excited than she had ever been before. She had on the odd occasion explored her own body, and even brought herself to orgasm, but her climaxes had been devoid of the kind of passion he was creating in her now.
She had never seen a naked man before, and she was curious. When she looked down at him, she could see his manhood outlined in his trousers. She couldn't resist, and she placed her hand on him. She was surprised by how hard it was and how it seemed to move when she touched it. Sensing she was eager, Edward unfastened his trousers and dropped them to his ankles. Emily now had access to his naked flesh, and she wanted to explore it. She ran her hands over his thighs and onto his buttocks, they felt heavy and taught. As her hands returned to the front of him, she began to play with his balls. She loved the feeling of them. Everything on her body was smooth and delicate but his sack was rough to touch and the hairs coarse. She loved the contrast of their bodies. She moved her hand to his shaft and was amazed how hard it was. She had no idea what to do, but instinct told her to stroke up and down, and when she did his moans confirmed she'd made the right decision.
They undressed each other, taking their time. When they were both naked Edward picked her up and placed her gently on the bed. As he lowered her, Emily took hold of his shaft and pulled it towards her. When she licked the tip, he dropped her, turned her to him and pushed her legs open. What he did next, Emily could never have imagined would please her so much. His tongue found her womanhood making her scream. Two minutes later she was straining against his mouth as her orgasm crashed over her. As her breathing slowed down, he climbed on top of her and placed himself at her entrance. When he pushed into her, she moaned and pawed at the bed sheets. When he was fully in her, she felt for the first time in her life what it was like to be filled by a man.
His thrusts took her breath away, and soon she began to pant again. He cupped her face and kissed her. Her complexion was flushed with the effort of their lovemaking and her neck damp. As she moved her head from side to side, he increased the pressure of his thrusts and bent down to take a nipple in his mouth. Emily came again, thrusting her legs around him and grinding her pelvis against his. She was quite exhausted, but the feelings he was awakening in her were so strong and pleasurable that she didn't want it to end. Edward was finding it difficult not to come. She was so beautiful, he'd had to close his eyes on occasions. Every time he looked at her face, her breasts and down to the soft thighs that cradled her pubic hair, he felt driven to the edge. Now he was unable to prolong it any longer. Emily gasped as he pounded her harder. When he called out her name, she felt a gush of warmth deep inside her, and it felt wonderful. What she'd liked most about the whole experience was how much she'd turned him on.
*****
The party season was in full swing when Emily, Helen, James, and Edward were invited to a ball at the home of the Duke of Marlborough. The Duke's palace was just outside London and set in some of the most splendid parkland in the country. As their coach approached the palace, Emily hopped in delight as she saw a stag grazing in the middle of a huge group of doe. When the coach pulled up in front of the enormous building, one of the horses neighed as if telling the passengers to get out. Edward jumped down and held out a hand for Emily.
''I love you,'' he whispered to her. He looked around to see no one was within earshot, ''I want to make love to you this evening, here at this ball. I will find a place.'' She looked at him in a show of mock disapproval.
They'd been seeing each other since April. It was now June, and they'd become inseparable. They made love whenever they could persuade Helen to turn a blind eye, and Edward had taught Emily things she'd never thought about. When he'd knelt behind her and pulled her bottom up, she'd had no idea he could enter her from such a direction and when he'd lifted her up and made love to her in the standing position she'd become so excited he'd had to put his hand over her mouth.
The ball room was much the same as most of the other ballrooms they had visited since the beginning of May, except it was much larger. The Duke of Marlborough had a large estate and was the second richest man in the country. Emily had never been in such a large crowd and even Edward, who had ten years more experience of the ball circuit than Emily had never been to a ball attended by so many people.