Indeed, she had been... educated on what sex with a man would feel like. They spoke mostly of the pain, of the repetitiveness, and sometimes even what a chore it was for them. There was only one handmaiden who disagreed, but she had been quickly talked over by the others who had had less than savory experiences. But other than the natural nerves that fluttered in her stomach, there was no fear of him. She was melted beneath his touch— even his whispers in her ear were enough to excite her. She shivered and trembled still from her climax, but already she could feel the need clawing at her again— her cunt already wet from his teasing ministrations and his salacious words. The teeth on her ear drew out a pleasured hiss as she curled into him, her nails briefly digging into his shoulder.<br/><br/>“My love, you are the only thing I’ve ever been sure of,” she whispered before she pressed a sweet kiss to his lips, laced with both tender affection and a hungry edge. She wanted him— she wanted him so terribly that she wanted to forget herself, forget her name, and all her worries. Whilst in that bed, there was only him. Her hips pressed up into his, his cock pressed into the softness of her thigh— so tantalizingly close. “Don’t make me beg for it.” As she spoke, her long legs shifted to wrap around his waist, edging him closer to her until the shaft of his cock was pressed flat against her aching cunt.<br/><br/>Gwendolyn pressed an open mouthed kiss to the side of his neck and whispered into his ear, “I need you.” And as he had said earlier, he had always come to her when she needed him.