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reading?”
“The Little Prince,” he offered. “While telling you the story the other night, I thought I might read it again. When I was a boy, I loved this story. Did you know the author, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, was a French aviator?”
“No,” I said.
“Shall I read to you where I left off with the story?”
“Please.”
Ashton started.
“Wait,” I interrupted, climbing upon him, snuggling my nose and my mouth into the crook of his neck, and wrapping my fingers into his hair, curling his silken strands around my digits. “Okay. I’m ready.”
Ashton laughed. Adjusted his book to obviously compensate for me, who was draped upon him like a blanket, then began to read.
Chapter Five
“My dove. Trinity, love,” Ashton whispered. “Wake up, my beautiful wife.”
I’d been sleeping like the dead.
“Hi,” I said, scrubbing my eyes before looking up into Ashton’s face.
“Hello,” he said, kissing my lips. “As much as I would love to stay in bed with you and snuggle, I cannot, my love. I have much to do today, as do you. We must start preparations for our trip. We shall be leaving tomorrow for England .”
Ashton tapped the tip of my nose with his finger. I caught his hand and licked his finger.
“My little temptress,” he crooned, “we must get out of bed.”
His stiffness poked against my thigh.
“Must we?”
“I am afraid so, my dove.”
I began my descent down his long muscled body, totally ignoring his “we must get out of bed” comment.
“Hi to you too,” I said, and reached for his tented briefs.
Ashton laughed.
“Pray tell, what are you doing?”
“I want to kiss you,” I said, pulling his manhood from his briefs and delighting in the feel and the weight of him in my hand.
Ashton groaned.
“You are extraordinary,” he said.
My mouth engulfed him.
I heard one, “Bloody Hell.” Followed by, “Good God.” Ending with a, “Sweet Jesus.”
I was completely satisfied with myself when I swallowed his warm cum.
****
Ashton was smiling over breakfast, seemly transfixed upon my face.
“Ashton?” I placed my fork down upon the floral patterned china plate.
“Yes, my dove?”
“What are you thinking about?”
“You.”
“Do you need another kiss?” I glanced down at his crotch.
“I would very much enjoy another kiss; however, I have many things to accomplish this morning.”
I placed my hand upon his thigh. “Are you sure?”
“Not at all sure,” he admitted, “but I must set aside my need for you, my dove, in order to finish my work.”
I gazed at him from beneath my lashes. “Must you?”
“Trinity—”
I slipped under the table. Unzipped his trousers.
“Bloody hell,” he muttered as I took him into my mouth, springing him into oblivion for the second time this morning.
****
I wandered into what was now to be considered my kitchen. I’d left Ashton in his study with yet another hard on, only this time he was insistent he had to get some work done. When he kissed me, telling me to behave, he also assured me I would be the death of him. He explained it was physically impossible for him to have multiple orgasms like I was capable of, all while I fondled his balls. Though I was sure Ashton would give in, I found he was a strong man, insisting he could not manage a third round of oral pleasure. I did, however, turn my head over my shoulder as I left, finding his silver-white gaze firmly planted on my bum. I slid my hand over my ass, giving it a little slap.
“Bloody fucking hell,” Ashton said.
I giggled then shut the door behind me.
“Good morning, milady,” I heard, breaking my thoughts of naughty behavior.
“Oh, good morning,” I said, seeing several people in the kitchen. “I’m Trinity.” I extended my hand in greeting.
The lady looked confused or unsure, but slowly extended out her hand and allowed me to shake it.
“I am Claudia.”
“I’m very please to actually meet you, Claudia.”
The four
“The Little Prince,” he offered. “While telling you the story the other night, I thought I might read it again. When I was a boy, I loved this story. Did you know the author, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, was a French aviator?”
“No,” I said.
“Shall I read to you where I left off with the story?”
“Please.”
Ashton started.
“Wait,” I interrupted, climbing upon him, snuggling my nose and my mouth into the crook of his neck, and wrapping my fingers into his hair, curling his silken strands around my digits. “Okay. I’m ready.”
Ashton laughed. Adjusted his book to obviously compensate for me, who was draped upon him like a blanket, then began to read.
Chapter Five
“My dove. Trinity, love,” Ashton whispered. “Wake up, my beautiful wife.”
I’d been sleeping like the dead.
“Hi,” I said, scrubbing my eyes before looking up into Ashton’s face.
“Hello,” he said, kissing my lips. “As much as I would love to stay in bed with you and snuggle, I cannot, my love. I have much to do today, as do you. We must start preparations for our trip. We shall be leaving tomorrow for England .”
Ashton tapped the tip of my nose with his finger. I caught his hand and licked his finger.
“My little temptress,” he crooned, “we must get out of bed.”
His stiffness poked against my thigh.
“Must we?”
“I am afraid so, my dove.”
I began my descent down his long muscled body, totally ignoring his “we must get out of bed” comment.
“Hi to you too,” I said, and reached for his tented briefs.
Ashton laughed.
“Pray tell, what are you doing?”
“I want to kiss you,” I said, pulling his manhood from his briefs and delighting in the feel and the weight of him in my hand.
Ashton groaned.
“You are extraordinary,” he said.
My mouth engulfed him.
I heard one, “Bloody Hell.” Followed by, “Good God.” Ending with a, “Sweet Jesus.”
I was completely satisfied with myself when I swallowed his warm cum.
****
Ashton was smiling over breakfast, seemly transfixed upon my face.
“Ashton?” I placed my fork down upon the floral patterned china plate.
“Yes, my dove?”
“What are you thinking about?”
“You.”
“Do you need another kiss?” I glanced down at his crotch.
“I would very much enjoy another kiss; however, I have many things to accomplish this morning.”
I placed my hand upon his thigh. “Are you sure?”
“Not at all sure,” he admitted, “but I must set aside my need for you, my dove, in order to finish my work.”
I gazed at him from beneath my lashes. “Must you?”
“Trinity—”
I slipped under the table. Unzipped his trousers.
“Bloody hell,” he muttered as I took him into my mouth, springing him into oblivion for the second time this morning.
****
I wandered into what was now to be considered my kitchen. I’d left Ashton in his study with yet another hard on, only this time he was insistent he had to get some work done. When he kissed me, telling me to behave, he also assured me I would be the death of him. He explained it was physically impossible for him to have multiple orgasms like I was capable of, all while I fondled his balls. Though I was sure Ashton would give in, I found he was a strong man, insisting he could not manage a third round of oral pleasure. I did, however, turn my head over my shoulder as I left, finding his silver-white gaze firmly planted on my bum. I slid my hand over my ass, giving it a little slap.
“Bloody fucking hell,” Ashton said.
I giggled then shut the door behind me.
“Good morning, milady,” I heard, breaking my thoughts of naughty behavior.
“Oh, good morning,” I said, seeing several people in the kitchen. “I’m Trinity.” I extended my hand in greeting.
The lady looked confused or unsure, but slowly extended out her hand and allowed me to shake it.
“I am Claudia.”
“I’m very please to actually meet you, Claudia.”
The four
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