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brown asshole. He wet his little finger with her juices and teased the tight flesh. When he gently pressed in and released, a ring of pink appeared for a moment. Oh, yes! Rather than clenching tight to keep him out, she’d relaxed the ring of muscle. Her reaction suggested she would receive pleasure there, as well.
Her reaction meant there’d be more options for the Elliott men to please her. Not that they wouldn’t be just as satisfied as she. But he wouldn’t think about sharing her with his brothers. Tonight was all about her needs.
He pressed two fingers inside her pussy and cupped them forward, his thumb pressing against her rising bud. She gasped and arched, thrusting hard when he repeated the action. She jerked, head flipping from side to side, hands clenched into the covers.
“Oh, yes,” she called, unaware she spoke. Unaware of what she asked for.
He smiled to himself and renewed his efforts with fingers, tongue, nose, and chin. Her soft body, so different from his own, wriggled before him as he found her special spots. She gasped and twitched, wanting more. Needing more.
When he knew she was close he pressed the tip of his wet thumb in her bottom. She squealed and bucked against his hand like an unbroken filly. He extended her ride until she collapsed. He stood up, watching her breasts as she panted and tiny aftershocks made her shiver.
He nibbled his way up her body, giving her a chance to find herself again. She kept her eyes closed until he plundered her mouth. He started gently, but when she pressed her hands against his head to keep him close, he thrust his tongue into her just as he wanted his cock in her sweetness. She sucked him deep, demanding more. He pulled away and backed up a few steps before he lost even more control. He hadn’t been this hard and horny since his first visit to Miss Lily’s Parlor.
Her eyes opened languidly. “Oh, my,” she said. “I had no idea…”
“That’s just a taste, my delightful wife. Are you ready for more?”
“There’s more?”
He took her words as a challenge, using his fingers and tongue to bring her once again to the edge of release. But this time he slowed before completion, letting her passion dim a bit. He wanted to make her scream his name, but this time she would have to ask for more. He wanted a wife who would ask for what she wanted rather than expect him to know. He moved away and waited until she opened her eyes.
The tip of her pink tongue pressed down on her lower lip. He winked and she pouted in reply. Beth was a determined woman, but he was even more stubborn and would wait her out. He knew how to read body language. It worked with horses, poker, and fights. No reason it wouldn’t work on a woman. Beth’s passion was something he’d hoped for, but not expected. It meant he wouldn’t have to tell her to shush. No, he’d just nibble along the side of her neck, and she’d forget what she was about to say.
His father said it worked like a charm with his strong-minded mother, not that she hadn’t done the same to him on occasion. They’d loved each other far more deeply than they had their children. He wouldn’t make that mistake. He and Beth could enjoy each other’s bodies and company without love destroying those around them.
Loving, now that was another kettle of fish. He planned to have lots of that, starting now. She wanted more, and he’d give her such an explosion that she’d not remember the initial pain of a virgin becoming his woman.
He slowly, deliberately, unbuttoned his pants as she watched. He tossed them aside and kept going, forcing himself to do it slowly. Only his lifetime need for total control had kept him from exploding dozens of times as he pleasured her. When he finally dropped his drawers and released the hardest, largest erection of his life, it pointed to her like an enormous compass needle. She inhaled and scuttled back on the bed.
“Oh, my,” she whispered. Her eyes were wide but, he thought,
Her reaction meant there’d be more options for the Elliott men to please her. Not that they wouldn’t be just as satisfied as she. But he wouldn’t think about sharing her with his brothers. Tonight was all about her needs.
He pressed two fingers inside her pussy and cupped them forward, his thumb pressing against her rising bud. She gasped and arched, thrusting hard when he repeated the action. She jerked, head flipping from side to side, hands clenched into the covers.
“Oh, yes,” she called, unaware she spoke. Unaware of what she asked for.
He smiled to himself and renewed his efforts with fingers, tongue, nose, and chin. Her soft body, so different from his own, wriggled before him as he found her special spots. She gasped and twitched, wanting more. Needing more.
When he knew she was close he pressed the tip of his wet thumb in her bottom. She squealed and bucked against his hand like an unbroken filly. He extended her ride until she collapsed. He stood up, watching her breasts as she panted and tiny aftershocks made her shiver.
He nibbled his way up her body, giving her a chance to find herself again. She kept her eyes closed until he plundered her mouth. He started gently, but when she pressed her hands against his head to keep him close, he thrust his tongue into her just as he wanted his cock in her sweetness. She sucked him deep, demanding more. He pulled away and backed up a few steps before he lost even more control. He hadn’t been this hard and horny since his first visit to Miss Lily’s Parlor.
Her eyes opened languidly. “Oh, my,” she said. “I had no idea…”
“That’s just a taste, my delightful wife. Are you ready for more?”
“There’s more?”
He took her words as a challenge, using his fingers and tongue to bring her once again to the edge of release. But this time he slowed before completion, letting her passion dim a bit. He wanted to make her scream his name, but this time she would have to ask for more. He wanted a wife who would ask for what she wanted rather than expect him to know. He moved away and waited until she opened her eyes.
The tip of her pink tongue pressed down on her lower lip. He winked and she pouted in reply. Beth was a determined woman, but he was even more stubborn and would wait her out. He knew how to read body language. It worked with horses, poker, and fights. No reason it wouldn’t work on a woman. Beth’s passion was something he’d hoped for, but not expected. It meant he wouldn’t have to tell her to shush. No, he’d just nibble along the side of her neck, and she’d forget what she was about to say.
His father said it worked like a charm with his strong-minded mother, not that she hadn’t done the same to him on occasion. They’d loved each other far more deeply than they had their children. He wouldn’t make that mistake. He and Beth could enjoy each other’s bodies and company without love destroying those around them.
Loving, now that was another kettle of fish. He planned to have lots of that, starting now. She wanted more, and he’d give her such an explosion that she’d not remember the initial pain of a virgin becoming his woman.
He slowly, deliberately, unbuttoned his pants as she watched. He tossed them aside and kept going, forcing himself to do it slowly. Only his lifetime need for total control had kept him from exploding dozens of times as he pleasured her. When he finally dropped his drawers and released the hardest, largest erection of his life, it pointed to her like an enormous compass needle. She inhaled and scuttled back on the bed.
“Oh, my,” she whispered. Her eyes were wide but, he thought,
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