บท 117: Sip of Ale

William was doing a fairly good job of holding on to his self control, so he thought. He was trying his best to breathe evenly through the overwhelming sensations caused by Camilla's delicate hands as she touched and stroked him, despite feeling like he was surrounded by rising flames. Her hesitance and genuine innocence while trying so hard to please him were driving him mad.

But he was managing to hold on. His back pressed against the chamber's oak door, he kept his eyes shut to better enjoy the exquisite touches and the feel of her lips on his throat.

That all changed when he felt something wet and hot against his bare flesh. Eyes popping open, he couldn't see Camilla's face in front of him any more. He looked down and was utterly shocked at the sight of his beautiful, ladylike, naive young betrothed, the subject of all his darkest fantasies for the past year, on her knees and licking him languidly from base to tip.