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his penis.
“ Yes !”
“But this…” he told her as he sank his jade stalk deeply into her warm fountain, “this is what you need. Say it.”
She was moving with him, whimpering in delight. “I do. I do.”
“So do I,” he said between gritted teeth, the ribald position, her wet warmth setting him on fire.
“What is this called?” She grabbed the mattress for support, bending further to give him better access.
His hands caressing the silken skin of her thighs, he smiled at her inquisitive nature and her charm. “Donkeys of Spring.”
“I should be mortified,” she grumbled.
“Instead, you are edified,” he whispered as he rocked inside her over and over again. “I feel how thrilled you are, Fee. God, has there ever been a woman to compare to you?”
She huffed. “There better not be.”
He hooted in joy as he increased his tempo. “Jealous type, are you?”
“A harridan.”
“I will remember,” he assured her as he pumped into her with ferocity.
She squeezed her muscles together, and once more, he knew she was so tight, so ready that her orgasm was near.
He pulled out.
She beat the mattress with one fist. “You devil!”
He laughed. “All the better to make you rejoice, my love.” He urged her up and around. “Lie back on the bed. Just here at the edge.” He ran his hands down her taut thighs to her knees and grabbed her feet. “Put these in the air.”
“I am definitely beyond the pale here,” she murmured, her gaze rolling to the ceiling in mock criticism of her fully exposed position.
“I adore this view of you. The flower petals of your sex are so swollen and pink. You drip with nectar, inviting my honey bee to pierce you. Like this.”
She hooted at his imagery, but let out a whoosh of air as he entered her, seated himself fully and held.
“Oh…that’s…quite a sting,” she managed between his thrusts.
He held her ankles, his own breath tremulous. “Quite a luscious flower.”
“Adam.” She gasped. “Dearest, now. Would. Be. Good.”
She pulsed all around him, squeezing his cock to the point where his discipline flew away and he came in a long hot stream that had him growling.
Caught in his own euphoria as his own joy washed over him, he realized he still held her feet in the air. If he had adored the look on her face as she slept, if he had admired her beauty as she met him in ecstasy before, the expression on her face now was unmatched. Every contour, every line of her visage was relaxed in a rapture that rocked his reason and tripled his pride. He had thought never to find a woman here in England who could match him for sensual awareness. Yet in this childhood friend whom he had married for convenience was the most eager, stunning partner he had ever imagined.
He lowered her legs, caressed her thighs, her pussy and her breasts—and kissed her. He lifted her by the arms onto the fullness of the bed, lay down beside her and cradled her to him. He pushed her soft curls from her cheeks. Her brilliant eyes opened and she considered him with languid ease. He would say she was more than satisfied. Indeed, she looked as though she cherished him.
“Thank you,” he told her, his words as full of delight as gratitude. “That was the finest experience of my life. Each time, I do enjoy you,” he whispered as he placed a kiss to each eye, “thoroughly.”
“And I, you,” she whispered as she brushed her fingertips over his lips. “Is it always like that?”
He dared to voice the answer that surprised and delighted him, “With you, I think it will be.”
“Does that mean you want me to stay?” she asked, searching his gaze.
“Will you? Please?”
“What of your curse?”
He winced. “Ah, well, that. Whether you stay or not, it may well fall down upon us.”
“What could happen? You could hate me for being a wanton woman?”
He grinned and hugged her. “Or you could reject me for being such a lecherous husband.”
Her mouth curved in a soft
“ Yes !”
“But this…” he told her as he sank his jade stalk deeply into her warm fountain, “this is what you need. Say it.”
She was moving with him, whimpering in delight. “I do. I do.”
“So do I,” he said between gritted teeth, the ribald position, her wet warmth setting him on fire.
“What is this called?” She grabbed the mattress for support, bending further to give him better access.
His hands caressing the silken skin of her thighs, he smiled at her inquisitive nature and her charm. “Donkeys of Spring.”
“I should be mortified,” she grumbled.
“Instead, you are edified,” he whispered as he rocked inside her over and over again. “I feel how thrilled you are, Fee. God, has there ever been a woman to compare to you?”
She huffed. “There better not be.”
He hooted in joy as he increased his tempo. “Jealous type, are you?”
“A harridan.”
“I will remember,” he assured her as he pumped into her with ferocity.
She squeezed her muscles together, and once more, he knew she was so tight, so ready that her orgasm was near.
He pulled out.
She beat the mattress with one fist. “You devil!”
He laughed. “All the better to make you rejoice, my love.” He urged her up and around. “Lie back on the bed. Just here at the edge.” He ran his hands down her taut thighs to her knees and grabbed her feet. “Put these in the air.”
“I am definitely beyond the pale here,” she murmured, her gaze rolling to the ceiling in mock criticism of her fully exposed position.
“I adore this view of you. The flower petals of your sex are so swollen and pink. You drip with nectar, inviting my honey bee to pierce you. Like this.”
She hooted at his imagery, but let out a whoosh of air as he entered her, seated himself fully and held.
“Oh…that’s…quite a sting,” she managed between his thrusts.
He held her ankles, his own breath tremulous. “Quite a luscious flower.”
“Adam.” She gasped. “Dearest, now. Would. Be. Good.”
She pulsed all around him, squeezing his cock to the point where his discipline flew away and he came in a long hot stream that had him growling.
Caught in his own euphoria as his own joy washed over him, he realized he still held her feet in the air. If he had adored the look on her face as she slept, if he had admired her beauty as she met him in ecstasy before, the expression on her face now was unmatched. Every contour, every line of her visage was relaxed in a rapture that rocked his reason and tripled his pride. He had thought never to find a woman here in England who could match him for sensual awareness. Yet in this childhood friend whom he had married for convenience was the most eager, stunning partner he had ever imagined.
He lowered her legs, caressed her thighs, her pussy and her breasts—and kissed her. He lifted her by the arms onto the fullness of the bed, lay down beside her and cradled her to him. He pushed her soft curls from her cheeks. Her brilliant eyes opened and she considered him with languid ease. He would say she was more than satisfied. Indeed, she looked as though she cherished him.
“Thank you,” he told her, his words as full of delight as gratitude. “That was the finest experience of my life. Each time, I do enjoy you,” he whispered as he placed a kiss to each eye, “thoroughly.”
“And I, you,” she whispered as she brushed her fingertips over his lips. “Is it always like that?”
He dared to voice the answer that surprised and delighted him, “With you, I think it will be.”
“Does that mean you want me to stay?” she asked, searching his gaze.
“Will you? Please?”
“What of your curse?”
He winced. “Ah, well, that. Whether you stay or not, it may well fall down upon us.”
“What could happen? You could hate me for being a wanton woman?”
He grinned and hugged her. “Or you could reject me for being such a lecherous husband.”
Her mouth curved in a soft
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