When Catherine Morland meets John Thorpe and
Henry Tilney in Bath, England, she is thrilled by the attention both men pay
her. But she soon realises what a social climber John is and the very handsome
Henry is the man who lights the sparks inside her. When Henry’s father invites
her to visit their country mansion, Northanger Abbey, she is delighted to have
more time to spend with Henry.
As the days pass Henry introduces her to a
whole new world of eroticism, a world beyond her imaginings. A world where sex
knows no boundaries and even her deepest, most secret fantasies, can be played
out behind closed doors.
This is the story of the initiation into life
of the naïve but sweetly appealing heroine, Catherine Moreland. A woman who
suddenly finds herself an enthusiastic participant in the darker side of sexual
activities. At the same time she finds herself embroiled in a real drama of
misapprehension, mistreatment, and mortification, until common sense, humour
and a crucial clarification of Catherine’s financial status, resolve her
problems and win her the approval of Henry’s formidable father.
Excerpt:
Darkness impenetrable and immovable filled the
room. A violent gust of wind, rising with sudden fury, added fresh horror to
the moment. Catherine trembled from head to foot. In the pause which succeeded,
a sound like receding footsteps and the closing of a distant door struck on her
affrighted ear. Human nature could support no more. A cold sweat stood on her
forehead, the manuscript fell from her hand, and groping her way to the bed,
she jumped hastily in, and sought some suspension of agony by creeping far
underneath the clothes. To close her eyes in sleep that night, she felt must be
entirely out of the question. With a curiosity so justly awakened, and feelings
in every way so agitated, repose must be absolutely impossible. The storm too
abroad so dreadful! She had not been used to feel alarm from wind, but now
every blast seemed fraught with awful intelligence. The manuscript so
wonderfully found, so wonderfully accomplishing the morning’s prediction, how
was it to be accounted for? What could it contain? To whom could it relate? By
what means could it have been so long concealed? And how singularly strange
that it should fall to her lot to discover it! Till she had made herself
mistress of its contents, however, she could have neither repose nor comfort;
and with the sun’s first rays she was determined to peruse it.
But many were the tedious hours which must yet
intervene. She shuddered, tossed about in her bed, and envied every quiet
sleeper. The storm still raged, and various were the noises, more terrific even
than the wind, which struck at intervals on her startled ear. The very curtains
of her bed seemed at one moment in motion, and at another the lock of her door
was agitated, as if by the attempt of somebody to enter. Hollow murmurs seemed
to creep along the gallery, and more than once her blood was chilled by the
sound of distant moans. She began to wish for Henry Tilney to find his way
secretly to her room to help allay her nervousness.
When the door to her room opened slowly she
searched frantically for something with which to defend herself, not knowing if
it was ghost of human who trespassed. When she saw Henry slip into the room,
fingers to his lips, she poofed out a sigh of relief. Had just thinking of him
conjured him up?
“What are you doing here?” she whispered as
softly as she could, noticing that he had divested himself of all his clothes
save a thin pair of breeches and a loose shirt.
“I feared the storm would disturb you and wanted
to ease you through it.”
“But—But—But what if someone sees you walking
around like that?” Her fingers gripped the bedclothes.
“General Tilney and my mother are long fast
asleep,” he whispered back, “and I hope the same for my sister. However, since
she sleeps two doors down we must be careful not to do anything to call her
attention.”
“And what would we be doing?” she asked.
With a smile Henry approached the bed and eased
himself down on top of the covers next to her. “I hope many things,” he told
her. “I have felt this strong attraction between us from the first moment of
our meeting and I have seen in your eyes a like feeling. If I am mistaken
please advise me of it and I will leave a once.”
Even as the blood stirred within her and her
pulse rate accelerated, she felt compelled to offer at least a token protest. “I
assure you that I am still an innocent, an unsullied and respectable female.”
His hand cupped her cheek, turning her face to
his. “My dear sweet Catherine, I am fully aware of that. I would take no
advantage of that if you bid me leave. And if you bid me so I will be gone and
this will be as if it never happened. But understand that you have my full
respect as well as a number of other emotions that far surpass it. From our
first meeting I have dreamed of being the one man to show you the pleasures of the
body. I care for you so much. Please do not turn me away.”
She could have demurred further but she was so
eager for his touch that it seemed to her a waste of time so she simply smiled
and placed her hand over his. “And I have dreamed of the same things.”
Henry leaned his head closer to her face and
placed his lips on hers. They were firm and moist and the touch was utterly
pleasant. He brushed his mouth lightly over hers in a back ad forth motion,
teasing her, until his tongue peeped out to trace he seam of her lips.
“Open your mouth for me, sweet Catherine,” he
urged. “Let me in.”
She did so and when his tongue swept inside it
filled her with a sensation of pleasure that danced through her body. Her
nipples tingled and at once the sensitive muscles in her cunt trembled. She
felt the liquid of her arousal soaking the crotch of her nighttime bloomers and
had to press her thighs together. All this from a kiss! Imagine! But it was far
beyond any kiss she’d ever imagined. Henry’s tongue touched the inside of her
mouth everywhere, sliding over her own tongue in a movement that coaxed her to
let hers dance with him. He thrust it in and out, mimicking the act of sex she
and Virginia had read about and arousing her even more.
Pulling the gown up far enough, he proceeded
to pull one nipple into his mouth. Catherine’s breath caught at her throat as
he sucked deeply on it then gently scraped it with his teeth. He cradled her
breast in his warm palm kneading it gently as he continued to suck and nip at
the stiff peak. Her blood heated and the fire roared straight to her cunt to
meet the insistent throbbing in her already wet tissues. He gave equal
attention to her other breast until she was arching up to him in delight.
When Henry lifted his head she cried out. “Oh,
continue, please, I pray you. I cannot bear it if you stop.”
His smile was mesmerizing. “If I am to continue
we must move all this fabric out of the way.” He plucked at her gown, rucked up
around her neck, and ran a finger around the waist of her drawers. “I wish to
see your body in its entirety that I may worship every inch of it.”
No one had seen Catherine naked since she was a
child with the exception of her partner in crime, Virginia. But she trembled in
anticipation of Henry’s gaze taking in every inch of her and hoped she would
not be found wanting. Mutely she nodded and allowed him to assist her with the
removal of her nightwear, shivering slightly as the cool night air wafted over
her.
Henry placed a kiss between her breasts. “I am
not shy of my own abilities to warm you up but I think a fire would help us
along.”
Catherine lay nude with her arms crossed over her
breasts, her eyes glued to Henry as he built up the fire until it leapt into a
nice flame. But the fire was not the only ting that heated her as Mr. Tilney
began to slowly remove his own clothing, draping it over the arm of a boudoir
chair. She was stunned at the sight of his magnificent body, gleaming in te
firelight, the curled hair on his chest slightly darker than that on his head
and darker still as it clustered around his cock which stood straight out in
all its glory. Her fingers itched to touch it, to test its feel, to rub herself
against it. To see if it would fit within her as the book had described.
Henry Tilney smiled at her as he stood beside the
bed, what she could only describe as hunger flaring in his eyes.
“Go ahead,” he urged. “Touch it. I can see that
you want to.”
She reached out her hand and closed her fingers
around silky skin over a hard as steel core. “Oh! It feels hot!” Experimentally
she slid her fingers up and down, from tip to root and back again. It flexed
beneath her touch, a most pleasant feeling so she did it again and yet again.
The soft wiry curls surrounding it brushed sensually against the edge of her
hand and by the third slide a small drop of fluid eased from the tiny slit in
the head. Catherine stared in wonder and before she could help herself touched
the tip of one finger to it. Bringing her finger to her mouth she licked
slowly, enjoying the slightly salty taste of it.
Tilney’s expression heated as he watched her. Do
you fancy the taste, then?”
Catherine nodded mutely.
“Soon I might ask you to take me in my mouth,” he
told her, “but right now I would like to savour your taste, also. Will you
allow me?”
She nodded, lying still as he separated her legs
and knelt between them. The moment his fingers touched the lips of her cunt
every nerve in her body leapt to attention. She wanted to squeeze her thighs
together against the pulse pounding inside but Henry kept her legs separated
with his wide shoulders. He opened her lips and stared intently at her—what had
Isabella called it?—her pussy, the intensity of his gaze heating her even more.
“Your cunt is so beautiful,” he breathed “Just as
I imagine—all pink and pretty and so, so wet.”
He ran one finger the length of her slit and
brought it to his mouth to taste as she had done with his liquid. He
closed his eyes, obviously savouring the taste, then leaned down and ran his
tongue where his finger had touched. Catherine was sure her body was on fire
now, every fibre of her demanding more. She wanted him to do all the things she
and Virginia had experimented with, and more. To touch every part of her body
inside and out. When he sipped one finger inside her slick sheath she could not
help but gasp at the intensity of the sensation.
“Hush.” He smiled up at her. “We must be
perfectly quiet or I will have to stop.”
No! No, no, no!
She clapped one hand over her mouth and pressed
her lips hard together, but oh! It was so hard to keep still as his fingers
thrust in and out of her in a rhythm that made her entire body throb.
“I am going to touch your clit, my sweetness,” he
whispered. “Pray do not cry out.”
But even her good intentions could not completely
stifle the little whimpers as he inched and rubbed that furled knot of flesh
while his fingers continue to plunder her. Oh, dear lord, this was so much more
than she expected. Every nerve in her body seemed to centred in that one spot.
She pushed herself against his touch, swallowing a scream of delight when his
tongue replaced his hand on her clit while he continued to work her quivering
cunt. The surge of need rising within her was far more than she’d experienced
in the little games she and Virginia had played. She was losing control of
herself as unbelievable feelings swept through her.
Tilney lifted his head. I am going to give you an
orgasm, my sweet.” His voice was gruff with restrained passion. “Since this is
your first time it will relax your inner muscles and make the way easier for my
cock. Yes, I feel it coming on now. Oh, how tightly your cunt closes around my
fingers. How sweet your little clit tastes to my tongue. Pray prepare yourself,
Catherine, for it is almost upon you.”
Yes! She could feel a force gathering within her.
She closed her eyes and threw her head back, biting down on the edge of her
hand as violent spasms swept through her shaking her entire body. She pushed
hard against Henry’s fingers and in fact wound her legs around his neck to pull
him in tighter and bucked up against him. The room fell away and she conscious
of nothing but the shudders wracking her, tossing her into a void where the
only thing that mattered was this powerful force that gripped her body.
She was barely aware of the tremors subsiding, of
Tilney slowing the pace of his fingers, of his tongue lapping easily every inch
of her quivering cunt until the last of the spasms had subsided.
Henry moved up to kiss her licking her lips
before sliding his tongue into her mouth. She could taste herself on him, a not
unpleasant taste and actually sucked his tongue.
“Sweet Catherine.” He lifted his head and looked
into her eyes. “I am so honoured to be your very first lover. You held nothing
back ad that orgasm will prepare you to accept the length of my cock. Do not
move.”
He rose from the bed and fished something from a
pocket of his trousers. When he returned against to kneel between her thighs
and she saw he held a strange item in his hand.
“This is a condom,” he explained. “A safe,
because that’s exactly what it will make you. We do not want to get you with
child and I want to be most careful with you.”
She had read about such devices in the book
and watched in fascination as he rolled it onto his swollen cock. When he was
finished he loomed over her, balancing himself on his hands.
“You know this will hurt a little, right? But I
will be as gentle as possible with you.” He slid his fingers inside her again,
smiling in satisfaction at what he felt. “So wet. And relaxed. This will be
fine.”
He brought the head of his cock to her opening
and prodded gently. She flinched at first, not sure she could take something
that size inside her but Tilney soothed her with whispered words. He brought
her knees up and pressed them back, opening her more and easing his passage
into her body. Inch by inch he slid into her, filling her until she was sure
she could not take another inch of him. And yet she wanted more. Her body was
again in a state of high excitement, her breath coming in short pants, her
heart racing.
Tilney’s eyes glittered as he stared into hers.
“Now, Catherine. A little inch and no more.”
He moved one hand to
her clit, rubbing it over and over, bringing her to a higher level of need. At
the point where she was actually ready to beg he thrust his hips forward in a
hard movement. So aroused was she that she barely notice the brief stab of
pain. And then he was seated inside her completely, every fibre of her body on
fire for him. His pace as he moved in and out of her was slow at first, his
eyes watching her for signs of discomfort. But when he saw only pleasure he
increased his pace until he was hammering into her with force, his breath raspy
in the ar. The moment the walls of her cunt began to spasm anew he let himself
go. Catherine could feel his cock pulsing inside the condom, vibrating against
her inner muscles which clamped down on him like a vice. Catherine felt tossed
into space, a void of pleasure filled with rockets and firecrackers that
stabbed through her with the most delightful pain of arousal.
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