Hi readers. I proofread and edited this in a hurry. I will try to go back later and fix the missed mistakes. Enjoy.

JScorpio

Chapter 34: Formalities Ended

Tired of avoiding the obvious, the Burwell youth took action. Still standing at the door, Betsy did what she had to do to get the officer's attention. The girl swallowed, looked up confidently at the man whose back was still to her, and quietly slipped her robe and chemise off. Both garments glided softly down her body and fell into a delicate puddle at her feet with nary a sound.

Still staring at the captain's back, she made no attempt to cover herself. After all, she wasn't innocent; her own virgin blood stained his sheets months back. She stayed silent as there were no words left to say now. Her nudity would speak for her.

Captain Bordon turned back to face the girl, ready to usher her out. Instead, he was stopped dead in his tracks by the sight before him. His mouth dropped open, and he was aghast. He came to his senses in an instant, not sure how he did.

"Oh, dear Lord," he swore, putting his hand loosely up to his eyes and covering them. He spun back around quickly, pausing to hunch over his desk.

In disbelief at what he had seen, he tried to gather himself back in. She can't be. She isn't naked. I am just seeing things. She is too timid for that. I am imagining this!

Once he had collected his wits, he took a breath to compose himself. Hugh then made a secret, quick deal with himself that he wouldn't turn from the vision too quickly again, rather he would study it—to make sure he knew exactly what he was seeing.

The officer turned about slowly. Yes. Yes. She is naked and glorious and silent and unafraid.

Bordon gazed at the young lady before him. Her hands hung bravely at her sides, not covering her womanhood or breasts. No. Indeed, she stayed quiet and still and let him look over her.

Forgetting any shame and propriety, he stared incredulously at the Burwell girl, who amazingly did not protest, but instead stood there before him and let his eyes take their pleasure. Her youthful body was lithe, with barely a curve at her waist and hips. Her breasts were medium sized, barely larger than small fruit, but ripe nonetheless. And there were those gossamer pink nipples, which stood stiff, looking tight and aching. Her belly had just a hint of baby fat on it—a remnant of childhood that clung to her, refusing to fall away. And lower, there was only a tiny swell to her hips. And in between, a triangle of sandy brown pubic hair showed itself, signifying that the possessor was of age and ready to receive.

Captain Bordon was momentarily transfixed.

He shook his head and snapped out of his trance. "We can't do this," he said again as his feet carried him close to her. "Don't you understand?"

And all too quickly, he was within an inch of that beautiful, naked body. "You have to leave," he murmured. His voice sounded a call of defeat, though it was low.

Betsy felt a bit of relief inside. She had captured the man after so many weeks; so many months. And she did it without saying a word. There could finally be an end to the two of them denying themselves of one another.

His head was hung low, and Betsy looked up, bringing her forehead to touch his. His eyes were closed as she brushed a soft kiss against his lips. With that, she tugged at his shirt, which was so warm with his body heat, and pulled it out of his breeches. She snaked her hands cautiously beneath the linen material and her fingers soon touched his firm belly.

He winced nearly imperceptibly, as if he was trying with all his strength to hide his reaction. In truth, her fingertips sent sparks cascading outward from his abdomen. Her lips grazed lightly over his again as her hands mapped and caressed his trunk. She smiled inwardly as the fingers of her right hand found the scar on his left chest from the wound she personally had dressed and sewn; the wound over which he initially tried to steal a kiss from her so many months ago.

The girl recalled that day in a flash across her mind, and she was instantly back in the parlor, him seated shirtless before her. Her cleaning and stitching his wound. And she realized now that that was the point in which something had awoken inside her; a woman had arisen inside her that day. And the remembrance of seeing him, chest bared to her that day and vulnerable, made her feel a pinch now between her legs that made her groan low, but enough for him to notice.

Both her hands dropped down a bit, resting only an instant on his muscled chest. Her fingers soon found his nipples, which were taut and erect. Her fingertips circled them tentatively, causing him to jerk and let out a breath. Her thumb pads brushed over the tips back and forth, which caused him to elicit a low moan of surrender.

He was falling in deeper, his heart and body wanting her to stay. Yet remnants of seemliness in his head reminded him that she had to go. His arms seemed to have a mind of their own as they slipped around her. His hands caressed her bare back softly, not cautiously but daring to be possessive of her body.

Slipping her hands out from under his shirt, Betsy brought them upwards where they came to rest on his strong forearms. She gave them a reassuring squeeze then smoothed her hands up his arms to his muscular biceps, her fingers playing there a moment, massaging them.

The young lady's forehead, still resting against the man's, left it to trail slow, burning kisses along his jaw line to his ear, seducing him even more. Hugh's prick was full and aching in his breeches as she kissed and sucked teasingly on his earlobe.

She murmured, "If you want me, Hugh, take me now."

"Yes!" he growled, low and raspy. Bordon pulled back from her to regard her swollen lips and lustful, hooded eyes, and knew she mirrored how he must look to her. He quickly—short of tearing—pulled his shirt up and over his head and threw it to the floor.

Betsy's lips moved under his chin to his neck. From there, she kissed her way down to his chest. Her mouth found his right nipple, still stiff and pointed, which she licked softly twice, then circled with her tongue. She smiled slightly when her actions produced a groan from her lover. Hungrily, she kissed a fierce, hot line across the slight valley of his well defined chest to possess his left nipple. She sucked gently, enjoying the salty taste of his chest and drowning in his musky scent.

Her suckling drove him insane, and he pushed her back from him, where he still marveled at what had transpired in only moments, after months of longing. There the two stood, face to face; he clad only in his breeches and her completely nude.

After a moment of him regarding her, he reached around behind her naked, petite curves to lock the door.

A lusty, hard erection yearning to be freed from the confines of his wool pants made him pull the girl to him, crushing her frame to his. His mouth claimed hers in a smoldering kiss filled with pent up lust. As he did, his hands explored her back, with one dropping to her small bottom.

Hugh's right hand caressed and cupped her bare ass, then slid down the back of her thigh, backup the side of it and over her hip, taking in the curves and lines and smoothness of her there. His fingertips glided down the front of her thigh, tickling it and making her release a ragged breath. And then the girl held her breath as those fingers trailed lightly up the inside of her leg, getting dangerously close to her femininity.

And when they were there, she gasped as his fingers dove softly into her sex, moving deftly over the folds, spreading her moisture about then parting the lips of her labia to slip a fingertip into her vagina. He needed to know if she was truly ready for him, and he was pleased to find her passage hot and wet. Hugh could hardly wait to plunge his fingers and prick into that tight, satin hole of hers.

With that, he picked the young lady up into his arms and carried her eagerly the few steps to his bed. There, he pulled the coverlet of the neatly made bed back with one hand as his strong arm cradled her body against him still. And then she released her arms from about his neck and slid softly, quietly down into his bed. She pulled the sheets up to cover herself modestly, but stayed sitting up, not wanting to lay back into his pillows.

Betsy watched Hugh when he sat down to take off his boots and stockings. And she thought that she should probably be innocent and virginal and avert her eyes as he pushed his breeches down his legs. But she couldn't; she needed to see him reveal his nudity.

And so she watched, and gawked while watching his stiff penis jerk and spring free from his pants. And then she couldn't stop looking at it—short of gaping. She had never seen an erect cock before except in the pictures in Fanny Hill, and she was awestruck. It stood out straight and strong from his body and was so large and rigid. Her eyes widened at the thought of wondering how something that large could fit into such a small hole. And when it had been in there before, it had hurt, and there was blood.

Captain Bordon lifted the covers of his bed and put his naked, muscular body in bed next to Miss Burwell, who continued holding the sheet up over her in modesty. That ended quickly when she let go of the coverlet to embrace the man as he took her in his arms.

He kissed her again slowly, pushing his tongue between her lips and into her mouth, where he gently coaxed hers into a dance with his. As that continued, slow and wet, he pushed her body down into the bed, where he snaked his left leg in between hers and let it rest there. His hand found its way to her loose, wavy hair and his fingers laced into her sandy locks.

His mouth left hers and outlined her jaw with feathery kisses, making its way to her ear, which he nibbled and breathed lightly on. "Oh..." she whimpered in pent up passion as he did.

Then she turned onto her left side, facing him equally as he was upon his right side. Bordon softly took her hand in his and placed it on his erection.

There, her fingers played lightly, up and down the length of it, exploring it. As it did, he closed his eyes and enjoyed her attentions, letting her fingers do as they pleased to acquaint her with his prick. She wanted to know its every ridge and curve and its very hardness fascinated her. She trailed her fingertips lightly up the underside of it, making him release a heavy breath that he held at her very touch. And at the tip of it, her fingers circled the fleshy, purpled head of it. The girl took her time exploring it as well, grazing her fingers back and forth across the circumference, pausing now and then with her index fingertip on the opening, which made him gasp.

The corona of his phallus was most sensitive and he nearly came after a prolonged session of her touches. "Ah..Betsy..," he breathed, or maybe begged, as his hand caught her wrist and stopped her. He placed her hand around his cock, and cupped his own hand over hers. He guided her fist down to the root, then back out slowly to the tip. Doing this twice, she soon learned what he wanted and another way to touch him.

The young lady's hand jacked him slowly, painfully slow, taking her time as sliding her fingers, which had a tight grip on his stiffness, down to the root and back out to the tip, and repeating.

She kissed him equally as slow, and he moaned into her mouth as she continued.

Her slow massage of his member soon picked up a little speed, and she had him purring under her touch. And then she fisted him a bit faster, his hand no longer with hers, watching his phallus as it seemed to turn even more violet as she stroked him.

And soon his hips rocked in time with her hand, his rhythm helping to propel his cock into her tight fist at his own speed. And soon, he felt the warmth working in his hips and across his ass, and he groaned low. Betsy was kissing and teasing his ear when he seized her hand and pulled it gently away from his rock hard manhood. "No...mustn't...I'm close," he choked out the words raggedly.

He had stopped himself just in time, preventing the escape of his stream of hot slick lust. As he panted, he pushed the girl onto her back and again slung his leg over hers. Betsy felt a drop of warm thick wetness on her thigh, a bit of Hugh's essence that had escaped during her sensual massage of his manhood. And his staff was still just as hard and aching, pressing into the skin of her leg.

After brushing a small kiss over his lips, her mouth trailed up his neck and to his ear, her lips open, leaving a warm trail of her saliva over his skin. She lingered at his ear, nibbling the lobe, letting her breath barely escape over it, sending tingles throughout his body.

The officer's left hand snaked slowly over her midsection, soon finding her right breast. He took his time caressing it, making low moans of lust from the girl blossom and fade in his ear, which her lips were still against. He pulled his head away from her and dropped to her chest, where his mouth kissed the skin around the nipple, carefully avoiding it, wanting to tease her a bit longer. The captain's left hand continued to fondle her right breast, plumping and smoothing over it, and brushing the nipple with his fingers tips. Hugh was pleased to feel it hardening beneath his fingers as he rolled it. His tongue snaked from between his lips, to barely taste her stiffened left nipple. His tongue circled it slowly a few times, then lapped lightly at the tip of it, making her close her eyes as her head dropped further into the pillow. She arched her back, trying to force the hardened rosebud into his mouth, but he didn't take the bait. He continued to provoke more lust from her, lapping over and around the stiffened peak.

"Ah...Please." Her words, pleading, made him smile inwardly that he was thoroughly bothering her. He knew what she wanted; discovering her feelings of need. His lips clamped onto the stiff point and sucked and pulled the nipple into his mouth.

"Oh...Oh..." she cried quietly. He continued to suck on the tip until it became too sore or too aroused. And when his suckling became too hard that her inexperienced nipples could no longer stand it, even though she loved his mouth on her there, she slid her fingers into his auburn locks and coaxed his head back to hers. She kissed his lips slowly, as his other hand, which was caressing her right breast, made an escape. It disappeared down over her belly, then across her triangle of sandy hair.

He urged her thighs apart slightly and let his fingers drop into her quim as they kissed. His digits moved slowly through her pussy, tracing the insides and outside of the fleshy folds. And as they moved back to the top, there, he found a hood of flesh where the hair of her Mons ended. The captain parted the folds with his index finger and found a tiny, hardened nub. His finger dove in gently to touch it slightly. When he did, her breath hitched and body jerked noticeably, so he knew he had found her center. He flicked the bundle of nerves lightly with the tip of his finger, and his lover shivered. Bordon kept on, moving his finger over it, back and forth, up and down.

Wanting to make sure she had at least an orgasm, since she was new to intercourse, and often the young inexperienced ones could not be brought to pleasure with only penile penetration, he went to work on her nubile clitoris. He put the pad of his index fingers against the sensitive bundle of nerves and began to manipulate it in a circle. His efforts were rewarded right away when the girl bucked her pelvis and gasped.

Hugh's movement, the touch and sudden pressure on this spot seemed to somehow answer the unspeakable yearning that she felt between her legs earlier, like a thirst that couldn't be quenched. Yet it was happening. She felt a bit of relief, and a bit charged up with every revolution around that hard little knot he made. The girl suddenly felt as if her body was taking on energy, and she so wanted to thrash against his fingers. But she forced herself to stay still and enjoy his invasion of her slick twat. Illicit and graphic illustrations from the book Fanny Hill flashed in her mind, and she felt the need to know and name what he was doing to her, because it had happened in the story.

His kisses moved over her flesh from lips to ears, as he whispered encouragement. "Let yourself go," he murmured as his finger rimmed her receptive, firm clit, which seemed to throb under it as if silently begging for more. The digit, not wavering in slowness and rhythm, caressed it dutifully, for what seemed like hours. And Betsy's hips wanted to move and her body wanted to burst. She closed her eyes and let his lips do all the kissing of her neck, as she forgot his mouth for a moment, concentrating on just breathing.

A curious warmth had spread very slowly from her womanly center, under his deft finger, out to infuse her pelvis. And she felt as if her mind may let her go insane as he increased the pressure of his finger pad against it. It was only slight, but enough to catch her breath to where she wanted to hold it, and she panted in gasps rather than breathe regularly. And the rhythm and speed he kept steady, massaging it slowly still; patiently.

And then all of a sudden, something in her broke. First her butt tightened, and then all the muscles of her legs did the same. Then that let go in a jolt and spasms mover through her whole body. As it did, she felt as if her limbs were on fire and that now, every cell of her body was sparking and alight! Bordon, who had stopped kissing her to watch the girl's face, smiled when he saw the familiar rigidness. He felt her quim moisten more, to near dripping, and saw her arch her back.

He looked over and saw her hand twisting, white knuckled, in the coverlet. Her left hand was gripping her own left thigh. "Oh!...OH!...Hugh!...," she cried as she trembled. He didn't stop massaging her engorged clitoris until her body had settled and she was gasping for air.

And though she knew what that was called as she had read it in Fanny Hill, she couldn't remember the name of it. Still panting for air, she whispered in Bordon's ear. "Ah...yes...oh... that was... my first."

"Yes," he said as she threaded her fingers into his wavy, red locks. The girl brought his face to hers, and she kissed him lovingly, thanking him for her introduction to the pleasures of the flesh.

"I needed to see to your pleasure," he murmured against her lips.

After a lingering kiss at her luscious lips, his head moved down again to her chest, again suckling leisurely at her nipples, teasing the girl. Her breasts were hard and aching and the sensations his mouth and hands created their made her stomach hitch.

And her body inexplicably, though tired and still getting her bearing after her first orgasm, seemed to come back to life. In fact, her loins were aflame and she felt the need to feel pleasure again. A feeling, a sort of a pinching in her novice cunt was created with every sharp suck of his lips on her stiff points. She knew the feeling was something only Hugh Bordon could soothe.

"Oh….. Oh….," She moaned, unable to stop herself.

"Yes my dear," he murmured, only lifting mouth enough from her chest to answer her. His hand rolled and pinched her hard little nipple.

"Oh….Oh Hugh….I…I need," she puffed in wanton gasps, unable to finish her words.

He lifted his head and answered her in his deep voice, warm as velvet, "I know what you need."

Her head lifted from the pillow to meet his in a grateful and relieved kiss. Betsy, so young and unknowing, was happy to have an experienced lover to take the reins and lead her through the act. She was equally glad, due to her shyness, that she didn't have to vocalize what she wanted. Truth be told, the young lady wasn't even sure what she wanted, she just felt a need within her budding and blooming body.

Their mouths took the time to kiss slowly. His tongue pushed between her soft lips and stroked her mouth equally as slow, soothing her yet inciting more passion in her.

The captain's left hand slid down and over her belly then over her thin patch of pubic hair. She didn't have quite enough there yet to fill out a silken triangle. His index finger parted her slickened labia and found her pearl, still glazed with her wetness and firm as a bean. He stroked it once with firm pressure which made her wince and jolt, her head raised from the pillow, face contorted in an alarming look at him. He could tell that she was still engorged and sensitive from him rubbing her to orgasm moments earlier.

Captain Bordon removed his hand from her moist womanhood and slid it to rest on the inside of her right thigh. With his fingers he caressed and massaged it gently and her breathing finally slowed to that of rest. He kept her calm yet stoked her passion at the same time as he made slow circles of his fingertips on her thigh, inching up her leg again, each revolution bringing his hand close to her femininity.

The officer moved his fingers back over quim, whisking them softly over the satin folds, barely touching. And after a moment of this, he pressed into her folds again. In the silky wetness, his digits danced, then searched, then teased, then danced again. Betsy wanted to scream in delight and frustration for he was proving just how he could hold himself back at the price of teasing her as if time mattered not.

His index finger divided her labia to slide slowly down to her hole, which he rimmed and caressed lightly, making her coo. Hugh pushed his finger up into her, so slowly, until he felt resistance. The he slipped it out as slowly, and replaced it with two digits, which he again inserted lazily to enjoy her tightness.

Feeling something akin to relief fan out over her body, Betsy shut her eyes and let her head sink deeply into the pillow. Just the feeling of his fingers resting, lingering inside her was a newfound joy. This little act of foreplay, of lovemaking—not assault, not a drunken fuck, but true intimacy—wrenched her soul. A serene smile tugged at the corners of her mouth in thinking that this was still far from the experience of what the full sexual act had to offer.

Betsy moaned, sounding as if she was near to breaking into tears when his fingers began plumbing steadily into and out of her womanly passage. Hugh raised his head and kissed the girl again, slow, languid, like the caressing of his fingers within her. They were so snug in her wetness, so much so that he could hardly wait to sink his cock into the tightness. He plunged his digits in and out of her, and after a moment of it, her hips were soon moving in cadence with his fingers.

At the urging of Betsy's hips, Bordon hastened his fingers. And as he did, the heel of his hand brushed occasionally against her pearl, still swollen and sensitive from his former attentions. Initially it was uncomfortable and made her flinch, but it soon passed and blossomed into that lovely feeling of heat and anticipation experienced only moments earlier.

Some time in the midst of his fingers lobbing in and out of her and the lovely heat it brought on, she was surprised to realize that her hips were moving in time with his hand. She had no idea who was urging who on in the sensual game. How long had she been doing this? Was she doing it of her own accord or had her body overruled her mind? How did this look to her captain? It stunned her, how brazen she was to move so licentiously. It overwhelmed her as well, how much she wanted his manhood in her. The whole thing confused her. Sure, she had wanted him to take her to his bed. Indeed, she wanted her body beneath his, but all this? All the feelings and emotion? The lurid and obscene thoughts in her mind and her movement? She was overcome. My, God, I must look like a shameless wanton!

And when all the notions passed and she came back to reality, she felt his fingers moving faster and deeper within her, fucking her firmly. And his palm, brushing over her hard little clit frequently, enough to tease but not enough to establish a rhythm, was driving her insane. She felt pressure building in her core. And her hips and pelvis, striding with him, luring him in.

Betsy moaned again when his lips captured her right nipple, clamping on and sucking hard. It was moving her near the edge. Her hands were hanging onto the sheets as if she was going to come off the bed. God, now her hips were bucking against his hand, urging his digits deeper and wanting to find that exquisite rubbing of his palm against her engorged bud.

The officer, still sucking aggressively at her breasts and inciting so much desire in her velvet pussy, was elated at how she, nearly a virgin, reacted to his touch. Maybe it was true, he thought; that she had wanted him for months and now they lay naked together.

As he watched her, teased and suckled her, stoking her need and slaking it, his arousal had climbed to the pinnacle. His prick had become as hard as a cement stone, almost painful, weeping his essence.

He needed release.

At the same time he fingered her to near climax, he battled with himself. Bordon felt he could come at any moment—all over her thigh and himself, but he wanted to come when he was deeply buried in her. Not that he wanted to leave her with a child; he felt it a way to brand her; make her his.

He wanted to be the first to break her virtue; the first to give her an orgasm. Not Colonel George Rogers Clark. No. Captain Hugh Bordon. This was the second young lady he had done this to. His late wife, Sarah, had been but a weeping virgin as well.

Betsy soon felt that warmth again build quickly in her pelvis, surrounding her. She felt close…only a couple of strokes more. And in an instant, with his fingers inside her and the pressure of his hand against her nub, the dam broke inside her. Centered there in her clitoris, was that burst of hot little explosion that radiated out through her whole body, making her moan and whimper. It coursed through her body like lightning. She went rigid then arched her back. The spasms, so great as she thought it would bring her off the bed. Hugh fucked her through the climax until she grabbed his wrist to stop him. And now, after two orgasms, her pert little pearl, engorged and so slick with her cream, was too tender to be touched again.

Bordon lifted his head from her chest. His face met her flushed and exhausted one, and though her eyes were still closed, his burned with a haughty satisfaction at his ability to please her. The officer's mouth claimed hers again with a deep, needy kiss. His tongue pressed into her mouth, coaxing her tongue to move in tandem with his.

Betsy's mouth departed Hugh's and moved to his ear. "This isn't like the first time," she whispered in amazement at the foreplay that had taken place so far.

She smiled, but soon found her upturned lips eclipsed by his mouth, which captured hers again in a fervent kiss. And when the kiss ended, he took her delicate hand and smoothed his lips over the back of it, making a chill run quickly through her body. He turned it over and kissed the palm, then placed her hand on his stiffened manhood.

Once again, her curious hand wandered over his cock, her fingertips flitting up and down, and to the underside, as if wondrously measuring it. And when he could no longer take her feathery touch, he firmly cupped his hand over hers and urged her fist around his hardness, holding it there tightly for a moment.

Betsy slid her hand up and down his hardened shaft, from root to tip. Slowly and patiently she fisted his erection, watching his eyes close and his head drop back onto his pillow. "Oh yes….that's it, darling," he sighed. "Don't stop."

She continued on steadily for a moment, then increased her pace. She was intrigued as she watched his body react to her touch, his abdominal muscles contracting and his chest rising and falling with erratic puffs of breath.

Just moments after begging her not to stop, he put an end to her jacking him with a firm grip of her wrist. Her eyes locked with his and she licked her lips as he climbed over her right leg and then kneed her thighs further apart. The officer centered himself between her legs then moved his hand slowly down between their bodies. He gripped his shaft to guide himself to her. She flinched a bit when the head of it touched her, though she instinctively spread her legs a bit wider.

Bordon pushed his cock into her slowly, just enough to cover the purpled corona, an inch or so inside her.

"Oh!" she winced, her body tensing as she did. She recalled the first invasion by him, and how it stretched her, and then the Colonel's rape and how he just forced himself into her.

The captain, who was holding himself above her by his arms, leaned down to her ear. "Betsy..

Shhhh," he whispered then tenderly kissed her cheek.

The girl let a pent up breath go, trying to calm her panic. She looked up into his eyes, pleading, "Gently…slow."

"Of course," he rasped. And with a simple and slow nudge, his penis penetrated her creamy, swollen membranes. Now unheeded her walls welcomed his firmness in, surrounding him snugly, making him grunt.

Captain Bordon, who had been holding himself back with supreme patience, pressed his prick in until her felt the back of her. "Ah….God," he swore under his breath, relieved to have his swollen and weeping cock buried to the hilt within Miss Burwell. Her velvet walls enveloped him, holding him there as if he were a natural part of her. Indeed the constriction was nearly too much for him and he wanted to come now. The officer, used to having to exercise discipline in different situations, held himself back, staying still within the young lady lest he spend himself right then.

He took deep breaths with his eyes closed while rooted within her, wanting to stave off his climax. Betsy was overcome with how gentle and tender the act was; how he had treated her as if she was fine china, so delicately. As she lay there with him between her thighs, the tears of emotion and discomfort that she had stoically held back, began to flow. She felt so warm and full and stretched and wondrous.

Hugh opened his eyes and saw her wet cheeks. Though he felt disappointed, the gentleman in him, though he needed his own release, trumped the physical feelings. He kissed her gently then murmured, "Perhaps this was too much. We can stop."

Her tearful eyes widened. "No. Please," she beseeched. "I've wanted to feel this with you for so long. I just….you are so large and I am not used to it."

Captain Bordon settled himself, staying between her legs, and listened to the girl. "It's just that...to me...this….now… feels like our true first time. You have no memory of that night, and you only stroked in me a few times before you fainted drunk atop me."

He smiled and kissed her temple. "On the contrary," he murmured, "I've wanted you so badly and for so long that I am near to fainting now," Bordon admitted.

"You will not this time," the girl quipped as she threaded her fingers into his strawberry tresses.

"Yes," he agreed. "I need to complete the act this time….for both our sakes! If I was more of a man, I could take you all night. But as it is, I'm like a school boy with no self discipline. Believe me, you are so lovely and I am so aroused for you that it is taking a Herculean effort to hold myself back."

He looked at her and loved her youth and truth and innocence, which was so much of the attraction. Bordon could no longer resist it. He leaned down and stole a chaste kiss from her mouth, then trailed kisses along her jaw, ending at her ear. He whispered as he nuzzled and nibbled her earlobe. "Keep talking. I'm listening though I'm occupied."

Betsy giggled at his words and at the tickle of his breath on her ear. "Mmmm," she murmured as she closed her eyes. "And when the colonel...raped me...it was rough and thankfully, over with quickly."

The officer pulled back from her and looked with seriousness into her eyes which were filled with temporary fear from her memory of that dreadful night. "You will never have to feel him inside you again," Bordon swore. "I've told you that there is only so far I can protect you as his adjutant, but now, a line must be drawn. You and I….you are….you're mine now, and I will not let him invade you. I vow it."

"Oh, Hugh," she sobbed and pulled him against her body, her arms holding on to him as if for dear life. She pushed back a bit from the embrace to find his mouth, and kissed him long and lovingly.

When their lips parted, he spoke low and sweetly to her again. "What else concerns you?"

She felt a flush of pink move into her cheeks, suddenly feeling shy. The girl said nothing, closing her eyes. Captain Bordon nuzzled her neck again, knowing she was young and bashful. "Come now, tell me," he coaxed, his breath against her ear.

"I didn't know that our coupling would last this long," she confessed bashfully.

"There is no reason why you should be surprised," he teased low, "You are the one who read Fanny Hill."

She chuckled. "That book—"

"Filth," he interjected, muttering as he nipped at her neck.

"That 'filth' seems to haunt me," she answered.

"You've admitted as much before," he replied playfully.

And then there was a silent moment after their teasing when they looked into each other's eyes again.

The young lady, still feeling her quim bulging with him, and wondering if she could ever take him wholly, felt as if she might burst. But his patience, his stillness within here for just a few moments allowed her to adjust to his girth. She closed her eyes and reveled in the magnificent feeling of his largeness so hard inside her, and wanted to feel more.

She kissed him and whispered, "I'm ready now." Betsy kissed him again, sliding her tongue into his mouth to caress his. As she did, she moved her pelvis sensually. And as he lay snug in the cradle of her hips, her movements spurred him to begin moving again.

Remembering his promise to be gentle, Bordon pulled his thick column of flesh out to where just the tip remained inside her, making her whimper in protest.

"Shh….Betsy," he soothed. He had the sweet but monumental task of fucking the girl softly and slowly. The dragoon had to rein himself in and stroke with caution and control instead of abandon. The captain had screwed his doxies the last year with the wildness of a bucking stallion, much to their collective happiness, for he paid well and was very well endowed. But for now, Hugh pushed his length back into her cream oh so slowly, and when he was buried again inside her to the hilt, they both moaned airily together.

Bordon's supremely controlled hips soon set a lazy rhythm of long, easy strokes. Betsy's pelvis swayed calmly in time with his, and a languid warmth began to grow in her core.

The girl's arms, which had been wrapped securely around her captain's shoulders, loosened their hold on him. Her hands slid in a shy and tentative manner down his back.

After resting in the small of his back for a moment, she bravely slid her fingertips onto his muscular ass, tracing over each half moon, the grazing of her fingers against his skin making him shiver. Then her hands squeezed and cupped each side of his rear, and she was in wonder that his buttocks felt as steely as his chest.

Soon, while he continued to thrust deep and slow, she kneaded the flesh of his rear, and her caresses made him hiss aloud as the need for release grew quickly. The officer knew he wouldn't last much longer. Still atop her supported on his elbows, he slid his hands beneath her body. When he found her buttocks, he cupped the softness there and pulled her body snugly to his. He pressed his pelvis hard against hers to make sure and rub firmly against her clit to ease her toward orgasm during his impending climax. He held onto his patience, though so anxious to come, and continued to plumb her long and steadily.

Not long after that, Betsy felt the warmth and tingling that seemed to bubble and fizz up in her pelvis, and then a small explosion spilled out of her center and spread as if it were a spilled glass of warm milk. It was the most unique feeling. It seemed to unfurl, then roll lazily like an ocean wave, slowly over her and through her body. She felt encapsulated in sparks.

"Oh….oh….oh!...Hugh!" she groaned and purred as her arms tightened around his stiffened body, melding to him, wanting to hold him there forever. She trembled hard then and held fast to him.

Indeed her tightness, which gripped his cock like a warm velvet glove, throbbed and constricted around him. That lovely tingling began in his balls and rose quickly into his rock hard erection. And her sensual cries only heightened him to the brink.

In an instant, a tightly coiled spring uncoiled within him and shot pleasure though him like a bolt or energy. His body shook as his seed shot forcefully into her moist depths. His prick convulsed and throbbed, pumping every last drop of his essence into her.

"Ah….God!" he grunted as he came, his orgasm so forceful as it nearly hurt when he drained his semen.

When he came down from his high, he opened his eyes and looked at Betsy lying below him, breathless and weeping softly. "Betsy," he murmured as his thumb traced over her swollen bottom lip. The fingers of his other hand wiped the tear from her cheek.

"I never knew," she wept, "that it would feel like this…that I could feel so close to a man."

He studied the girl as she collected herself from her tears. Bordon kissed her forehead softly. The captain now knew just how vulnerable the young lady was. He would now have to take care not to hurt her. How could he keep her safe from emotions, he wondered, for his own feelings for her he still could not find words for. But those indefinable emotions had taken root deeply inside him over these past months.

"We shouldn't do this," the officer murmured against her cheek. "I know better. But I can't help how I feel."

"I want to be with you," Betsy confessed.

"And I want to be with you," Hugh affirmed. "I care for you. I have to be near you. I want you in my arms."

"And I want you to hold me," she answered.

Captain Bordon softly withdrew his flaccid penis from her, then rolled off her to be beside her in bed. He pulled her youthful but spent body to his, holding her close and secure. He kissed the side of her head in her hair, breathing in a hint of citrus in the strands.

"Betsy," he began, "if we are going to be with each other, then it must be in secret."

She nodded her head in silent agreement. But inside, she hurt for she longed for a traditional courtship; one with a man who met her father's approval. The girl knew that for as long as this war raged, that a British officer, even one from good society and family wealth, would not receive Colonel Burwell's blessing to court his daughter.

Betsy Burwell loved Hugh Bordon, and would be with him however she could have him.

The couple looked at each other and smiled. Both knew that having a clandestine relationship was the only way this would work, and silently agreed to it. They kissed to seal their agreement of discretion. And then she curled against him, happy, and relieved after all these months, to finally be in his arms.

"Stay with me tonight," he requested softly. "I'm used to rising early, so I'll wake you in time for you to return to your room."

"Yes," she agreed in a whisper. But what she really wanted to do was tell him again how much she loved him and felt for him. She had blurted that out earlier and could see in his startled eyes that he either wasn't ready to hear it or to say it back to her yet. So she swallowed her wish to declare her love again.

Betsy closed her eyes and consoled herself, thinking there would be time enough later for mutual declarations of love. She fell asleep in the safe circle of his arms.