...When he kissed her ankle, she breathed a sigh of relief. In the next few moments she had no thought beyond how wonderful his kisses. The delight spread to every part of her. Before she knew it, he’d progressed to her knee, the back of which had more sensitive parts than she’d dreamed possible.

The pace with which he moved up her leg did little to match the raging storm inside her body. Each touch caused an eruption of pleasure, followed by what she could only say were the most delicious tingles, tickles, shivers and even sinful prickles in her most intimate parts. Thoroughly delightful!

When he continued upward his destination became obvious. She should be shocked. Instead, she couldn’t wait! He nudged her legs apart and she spread them readily, without a single twinge of regret.

Perhaps if she’d known exactly what he intend, for when his lips settled upon her there…

Winifred squealed!

Mr. Thomas placed a gentle hand over her mouth and continued his assault with his lips. The room grew warm and the air almost oppressive, but his actions monopolized her thoughts. The pleasure he wrought from his administrations was unlike any she’d ever known. When next he used his tongue to lap at her, she arched her back and moaned loudly. The urge to clench inside her most intimate place came to her. This only served to heighten the pleasure she took and at the same time gave her an even more abiding sense of urgency. She pushed against his face and nearly…what?

Her breath came to her in short, raspy pants. Her heart hammered in her chest. That part of her he held in his mouth to suck seemed to swell. An intense, almost panic-like pressure built and then Mr. Thomas pulled away. His eyes were obsidian as he stared down at her. Light glowed around his head somewhat like a halo. Only this man wasn’t angel. Was it time to… The log.

He eased a finger inside her, while he continued to watch her face. “You’re almost there, my Winifred. The insides of your sex are thick with desire and the juices of your pleasure flow like wine.” He pumped his large finger in and out of her. The earlier pressure changed its character. The sensations escalated more leisurely. More languid and easy.

And still sufficient air would not seem to fill her lungs. Winifred ever gasped for more in the midst of the conflicting vibrations and goings-on for which she had no frame of reference. Not just inside her, but she had the distinct impression something unusual was…what?

The rhythm of his digit increased, as did her pleasure. This was much like the proverbial opening of Pandora’s box in the Greek myth. Once tasted, could she live without this marvelous bliss? Perhaps she would rethink her plan to remain single. Perhaps Mr. Thomas wasn’t beyond redemption.

Yet again, the man surprised her when he removed his finger and smiled. “Your torment will soon end.”

Was he insane? If this was torment, may he never stop…

With the slightest of touch, he traced circles around a most sensitive part. The bliss began twice-fold, and, for but a second, lingered in the most curious way. Neither languid nor peaceful, but deviously taut, with tingles of more to follow. In a flash, all the delightful sensations coalesced into one divine explosion, which overtook her in a rush of heat and light. It lifted her from the bed while Mr. Thomas pushed his finger inside her again. Her sex squeezed him with pulse beats of pleasure over which she had no control, and she heard him sigh.

When at long last the pleasure ebbed, Winifred had no bones, no sinew, not a single ounce of energy to persuade her head from her pillow.

Mr. Thomas leaned down and placed his lips upon her forehead. “A good pupil as always, my Miss Winifred. I give you very high marks indeed.”

If she could have spoken, she would have thanked him.