Precipice

William took a deep, unsteady breath, struggling to contain his lust. He didn't want to overwhelm her but he was weak with need.

It's only her second time, he tried to tell himself sternly. She's probably still sore from last night and she's scared we'll be discovered here. William knew that if they were caught it would mean ruin. Still, he couldn't deny that there was something about the risk that was spurring him on harder.

Still, maybe I should stop, he thought to himself. 

All thoughts of stopping promptly left his mind when he felt Camilla's dainty hands sliding down the hard planes of his chest and belly. His abdominal muscles instinctively clenched under her touch, as she touched and pressed lightly.

There was something about her innocent nature that made him want to absolutely wreck her. He buried his face in her neck and bit his lip so hard he could taste blood when her hands drifted lower still, to cup the aching bulge in his trousers.