Cesare Garcia's bedchamber

"Yes Cesare" Mary stood "I understand and shall leave you alone" she walked towards the door tears pooling in her eyes

"Mary..."he moaned,"Come here."

Mary turned, her hand on the door "Cesare" she slowly walked back towards the bed brushing the tears from her eyes

"Why are you crying?"he asked and held out his hand.

"Because I wanted you but you do not want me, I would give myself to you willingly yet I do not know how to even kiss" Mary replied

He sighed,"Save yourself for your husband. Let him take his time with you, teach you,"he said in a low voice.

"I wanted only my husband to have seen me in state of undress" Mary whispered "you have started something in me that I do not understand"

"Mary...A state of undress? Is seeing your leg a state of undress?"

He turned to her,"You asked me to stop and I did. What else do you want?"

"And I wish I hadn't, in my dreams I see you and we are......" Mary stops and blushes

"We are?"he pressed.

"being intimate" Mary whispers

"How?"he asked and moved closer,"Tell me how you see it."

Mary looked down and closed her eyes "we are in a room, you are kissing me while you gently remove my dress" she opens her eyes and looks at Cesare "you lay me on the bed and undress you lay beside me.....please Cesare" she whispers

He put his hand on her chest and began to unlace her dress. He moved on top of her and slowly slid her gown off her shoulders and began to kiss her breasts, circling her nipples with his tongue.

"Ohh Cesare" she gasps as his tongue teased her nipples sending tingles all over her body as she grabbed the bedsheets in her fists

He took his shirt off and began to kiss her again. He then moved her to be on top of him.

"Go down on me,"he said darkly,"I'll tell you what to do."

Mary's eyes widen as his hand touched her womanhood, she gasped and concentrated on Cesare

"Go down on me,"he repeated and unlaced his trousers.

Mary moved off the bed and knelt, she had seen other ladies in her old court in this position, she looked up at Cesare "tell me"

"Slid down,” Cesare said, his whispered tone sounding both authoritative and desperate. Not desperate for her but for the feeling .

“Start slow. Tease at first. Trace it lightly with your tongue.”

Mary did as Cesare told her, she gentle traced her tongue along his shaft and around the sensitive tip

His body tenses as she does this a sudden intake of breath. Cesare held onto her hair, her golden hair.

“The head,” he said, hands still gripping her hair, now starting to grow loose from its coils. ”Where it meets the shaft. Press your tongue there, next and then wrap your lips around it.”

Mary looks up at him as she traces her tongue over the head and presses it against his shaft, she moves her head forward and takes him in her mouth not taking her eyes off Cesare

His body arches as she engulfs him.

“Take as much as you can and watch the teeth.”

Mary nods and takes more of his shaft in her mouth, withdrawing to take a breath and tracing the length with her tongue before replacing it back in her mouth