He found himself pressing kisses to her hand and then taking one finger into his mouth and sucking, all the while his eyes holding hers.
Her mouth fell open as he did it, her eyes widening, and her gasp was audible.
Fuck!
He did groan then, and releasing her finger, he leaned forward and kissed her, taking her mouth in another devouring kiss.
His hand loosened his robe, and he shrugged it off, easing her down into the pillows. He maneuvered himself under the covers with her and took her in his arms, renewing his fervid kisses. His hands all over her body, cupping, squeezing and stroking her lovely breasts, her belly, her hips and waist, her delicious thighs and buttocks. Her response was no less than it had been last night. Whatever constraints they felt in talking seemed to fall away when he touched her.
His hand slid between her legs and cupped her, a finger splitting her lips and sliding into slippery wet heaven. He groaned, “Sarah! My Sarah! So deliciously wet for me!”
He kissed her again, his fingers pressing inside her as she shifted her legs to accommodate him. He lifted one of her legs over his hip, pulling her to lie facing him as his hand continued to delve between her legs, making her ready for him.
She panted and mewled at this treatment, and he pulled his hand free to set his cock at her entrance.
“Ready?” he panted, hoping she was.Fuck, I want you, Sarah!
She nodded, panting. “Yes Robert, please!”
Fuck yes!
Holding her close against him, he pushed inside her, until they were fully joined. His hand clamped onto her bottom, and he moved his hips against her, finding her mouth with his.
This position would slow him down, prevent him from ravaging her into the bed like a beast; he wanted this to be good for her, too. His breathing was ragged, and his heart raced. Wanting her was like a fire in his blood.
He rubbed against her, rather than thrusting, her body responding in like fashion, her inner flesh clenching on him in a way that made him delirious with lust. “Fuck, Sarah!”Did I say that out loud?
His hips began to thrust, he couldn’t help it. His hand held her bottom, mashing her against him with every deep thrust. He was panting and groaning as the stabs of pleasure built.It felt so fucking good to be inside her.
“Sarah!” his voice cracked.
“Yes, Robert! Yes!” she responded brokenly, clinging to him. Then he felt it, the pulsing clench of her climax as she trembled in his arms and buried her face in his chest, her arms tight around his waist and neck.
Her muffled moans of release were too much, and his cock loosed its seed in a flood of hot pleasure, accompanied by a deep groan. He held her tight through the crisis, his face buried in her hair.
“Sarah, my sweet Sarah!” he whispered, kissing her hair repeatedly as the paroxysm ebbed, and his body slowly relaxed. His pulse dropped to a slow heavy beat and his breathing returned to normal. But he didn’t let her go.
Not until his body was ready to withdraw from hers did he finally relax his tight hold on her. Rolling onto his back, he said, “I think we’re getting better at this.”
“Are we?”
“You don’t agree?” He moved his head to look at her.
“I’ve no basis for comparison. It all seems incredible to me.” She flopped an arm above her head on the pillow. “I had no idea it would be like this. No one warned me.”
“Warned you? Of what?”
“That it would feel so good!” she said with disarming frankness. “Now I know what all the fuss is about! I shall have to warn my sisters. Mama is most remiss. I perfectly understand now why I have so many siblings!” He laughed, and she caught his eye and giggled. “I cannot for the life of me picture my parents doing this, and yet I know they must have, atleasteight times!”
“Our children will think the same thing of us no doubt,” he responded with a smile, a certain contentment at the notion of children taking up residence in his heart. He had always been so focused on the idea of finding the woman he would marry; he had not thought much about its natural sequel. But with the house now full of young ones, he was reminded that he might find himself a father in less than a twelve month.
“Yes, I suppose,” she said slowly as if the idea was just settling in for her, too. “Naturally you will want an heir.”
“And another boy and a couple of girls as well. My sisters will love to be aunts.”
“Mine will, too.” Her expression changed, and he reached for her hand and kissed it.
“Don’t be too concerned. It may take a while.” He fondled her fingers.
