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“I have a good teacher.” She rested her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeats. “And I am your most earnest pupil.”
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Edmund entwined his legs about Alice, creating a knot of limbs. For a moment, she struggled against him, before bursting out laughing.
“Trapped.” She chuckled. “What will you do to me?”
Edmund rolled his body over hers. “Um… I have been thinking upon your wish.”
“My wish?”
“The one you offered me last night at Dodsworth. Remember?”
“Oh, yes. I did make such a brash statement, did I not?” She rested her bare arms above her head, fingering the headboard.
Having returned home, the day had dragged by and even downing a deer with his rifle hadn’t speeded the hours along. Edmund had been thrilled to find his wife, naked and reclined on their bed waiting for him.
There had been a frantic coupling and it had satiated his immediate need. Thinking upon plundering her a second time, he had been reminded of forgotten desires.
He sat up. “You must be quiet.” He briefly put a finger to lips to emphasise his point.
Her eyes widened and a puzzled expression fell on her face. “Am I not?”
“Sometimes you do cry out loudly, it scares the pigeons outside.” He cocked his head to the shuttered window. “Lord knows what the servants in the attic think.”
“You tease me, sir,” Alice shook her breasts. A blatant attempt to entice him further. It worked, as it usually did.
He ran a finger over a breast, pinching and rolling the upright nipple. Closing her eyes, she jiggled her hips, parted her legs and beckoned to him her flushed pussy. It wasn’t quite what he had in mind. With a swift movement, he rolled her on to her belly and spread her cheeks apart.
“Sir?” Her voice muffled by the bedcovers.
“This is what I wish to take.” A finger touched her bud and it flexed as she recoiled.
He rose, and fetched his discarded cravat. Rolling it into a tube of cloth, he brought it over to where she lay, watching him intensely with her sharply focused eyes. The whites enlarged as he touched the linen to her mouth.
“To muffle only. I will follow your speech.”
She didn’t resist him as he bound it about her mouth, tying the cravat behind her head.
“Speak!” he commanded. “Say your name.”
“Alith,” she said lisping.
Edmund patted her bottom. “Good.”
Next, he found the bottle of oil. Removing the stopper, he tilted it high above her buttocks and then slowly drizzled it down her crack.
“Cold,” she shrilled through her gag.
“It will warm quickly.”
Placing the bottle to one side, he smeared the oil with a finger, circling it around her tight hole. He took his time. He was determined she should enjoy his intrusion and let him take his pleasure, as she had requested. She stretched out her hands, searching for something. With her knuckles turning white, she took hold of the poster drapes, scrunching the golden velvet in her fingers.
Edmund continued to work her hole, stretching, probing, while occasionally dipping his erection in her pussy, which he found to be malleable and welcoming. Each shallow thrust was met with a light moan. A damp patch of oil and her sweet nectar formed on the sheet beneath her. Never before had he seen her so wet and pliable. Exactly as he needed her to be.
“Do not complete. It will make this harder for you.”
“Hurry,” she spluttered.
