"Are you sure, your Grace?" Lisa stammered.

"Please, call me John. I have never been more sure in my life, and all I can think of is making love to you on this couch, right here, right now, and showing you just how sure I am."

He then began kissing her earnestly, down her arms, along her neck. She felt he was trying to hold himself in check, that passion had him almost ready to rip her clothes off. She couldn't believe how excited it made her... no man had ever desired her that much.

"I'm not a virgin," she blurted out, feeling embarrsed, but felt he should know. "Good, he growled, I don't think I have the patience to wait much longer and be... gentle as I'd need to be if you were." She felt a shiver at his barely controlled voice, then cried out as his lips found her womanhood...