WARNING - MATURE SCENE.

She was lovely. For two days Samuel hadn't been able to stop looking at Maree. Every time she caught him his face turned red.

"Let me have a turn."

Samuel spun at the sound of her voice. She put her hand on his and pulled him to a halt. He looked down at where he held the sleigh. She swirled her fingers over the back of his gloved hand. The sensation sent a rush of goose bumps throughout his body. Sam looked up to see her brown eyes sparkling with mischief. He mumbled, "You... you... want to have a turn?"

"Yes, silly. It looks like so much fun." Maree tickled him under the chin. "I'm not too old to have some fun you know."

"No. I didn't. Ah. I didn't mean you're too old. I... ah..." Samuel wanted to kick himself. He was supposed to be a man. An earl for Christ's sake, and here he was babbling like a babe in arms. He wiped his chin just to make sure he wasn't drooling. Communicating with females didn't come easy. Not that he'd had any practise. He went to an all-male school. Was taught by men and raised by men. Samuel hadn't had a nanny since he was ten because he'd been sent to boarding school instead.

"Samuel." Maree glanced over her shoulder. Edmond was just beginning his climb up the slope. She looked back at Sam and cupped his face. "It's okay for you to look at me. I'm not dangerous."

"Oh. I don't think you're dangerous." Samuel looked at her through his hair, and then hung his head.

"I'd like to know what you do think of me." Maree tipped his chin so she could see his face clearer as he looked down on her. She was surprised when he held her stare. His dark eyes seemed to get darker if that was even possible. His expression changed from awkward boy to voracious man.

"I think you're beautiful."

"And?" Maree cocked her head. She wasn't going to do all the work. If he wanted her, he had to say it.

Samuel quickly glanced at Edmond who was now half way up the snow covered hill, and then back at Maree. He didn't know how these things worked. God, he'd never touched or kissed a girl but he knew he wanted to touch Maree. He took a breath. To hell with it. "I want to touch you."

She was impressed that he had the courage to say it. "Good." Maree smiled and put her finger on his bottom lip. "You come to my room tonight and maybe you'll get to do just that." She pulled down on his mouth and made his lip curl. Laughing at his slack jaw and stunned stare, she said, "Now, however, I'd like a turn on your sleigh."

*

The house was dark and quiet when Samuel crept from his room. Sconces were lit here and there along the hall, giving just enough light for him to see where he was going. He hadn't stopped thinking about Maree all day. Samuel smiled and looked down at himself. It was an embarrassment. He'd had to keep his jacket buttoned up all through the evening meal. Erections weren't a stranger to him. He'd even touched himself and felt the joy of release, but the state he was in now, was no comparison.

Samuel knocked gently on the door. It opened immediately.

Maree smiled, tugged him inside and closed it quietly. "I didn't think you were coming," she tittered. "Maybe that's what held you up. Cuming?" She pushed his dressing gown from his shoulders and glanced down his body. "No. Definitely not what has held you up, but holding up you are." She giggled again and stood on tiptoe so her lips touched his. "Have you ever been with a woman before, Samuel?"

"No..." The word felt raw in his throat. His body was on fire. Samuel caught her face with both hands and slammed his lips on hers. He had no idea what he was doing, just a raging urge to taste her. Touch her.

She pushed away. "Stop..." Maree gasped. "Not like that." She smiled and put her hand on his chest. His body was tense, his breathing laboured. "Let me teach you," she whispered and looked up at him from under her lashes. "I know how much you want me, but rushing isn't going to be good for either of us." Maree trailed her fingers over his stomach, and then down to take hold of his penis through his night shirt.

Samuel groaned and jerked backwards. He gasped back a breath, not knowing what he was supposed to do. If she wasn't going to let him kiss her, or put his hands on her, he thought he would die.

"My, my. Tall, good looking and well built. It's not often I find a man who has everything."

Not often? Samuel tried to grasp the meaning of her words. It was there, somewhere in the back of his mind, but he was too focused on other things so he let it pass. "What should... how do I... do this? I want..."

"I know what you want, My Lord." Maree giggled and took his hand. "Come, I'll teach you how to treat a woman right. First, we need to release some of this pressure." She led him to stand beside the bed, undressed him, and then knelt before him.

When she touched him, Samuel jerked again. "I don't..."

"Shh... I know." She looked up at him. "Watch." Maree put her lips on his erection.

Samuel sucked in his stomach muscles and moaned. He couldn't take his eyes off her. She took as much of his length into her mouth as she could, and then drew back, sucking as she went.

"Ah..." Sam groaned. He'd never felt anything like it in his whole life. "What... what are you doing?" She sucked again. He couldn't control himself. Samuel ejaculated in her mouth. "I'm..." He gasped but couldn't take in air. His penis continued to pulsate. He watched Maree smile and run her tongue over his weeping member. He panted, "I'm... I'm... sorry."

"Don't be." She gave him one last lick, wiped her mouth with the side of her hand, and then stood. "It needed to be done. I'm surprised it took two sucks." Maree giggled some more. "You were so wound up I thought you'd cum as soon as I touched you." She took off her night dress and stood before him completely naked. "I've done the undressing this time. Next time you can do it."

Samuel stared at her in awe. Next time? There was going to be a next time. He smiled, lifted his hand but stilled it in mid-air. Did he need to ask? He swallowed and looked at her face. His penis swelled.

"Touch me," she whispered.

Maree is certainly teaching Sam something.

In the next chapter is a term you might get confused with,  so I felt an explanation was needed before you continue. Though her granddaughters were only fifteen and sixteen and hadn't yet come out. 

In our time, *coming out*, usually refers to peoples sexual orientation, but back in time *coming out* was to do with a young woman's introduction to society.  This is in reference to the wealthy, as the poor couldn't afford to dress up their daughters and send them off to balls and parties.  So each year, usually over the summer, the wealthy had balls, parties, horse races and picnics etc, and invited all the single woman (18 and over) and men (of any age).  The hope was to introduce your daughters to wealthy men with the prospect of marrying them off.  As in Maree's case, often young women, 18, ended up having to marry old men, whose wives have died.  These marriages were usually to form bonds of some sort, for example, a title, money, or perhaps their land shared the same boundary and so being in the family wealth and landmass grew.

These events, held each year, were referred to as 'The Season.'  A term that will also be used in this book.  E.G. Are you attending the season this year?

Oh, as a side note, if you were a young woman of 24 or older, you were generally considered over the hill and usually ended up as a spinster, who looked after the elderly aunt for the rest of their life, so it was vital to get your daughter married off as quickly as you could. :(

Anyway, enough of my babble,  let's move on. Thank you for reading. ♥♥♥

Photo taken from The Cinemaholic