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He rested his hand on her hip. She murmured something. Drawing back the woollen blanket that covered his lower half, he uncovered his erection. He’d woken with it hard and ready, stoked by fantastical dreams. His balls ached and would soon be relieved of their discomfort.
He shuffled closer and spooned his entire length against her crescent-shaped body.
“Rufus,” she muttered, eyes still closed.
He slotted his cock between her thighs and sought out her pussy. While his cock hunted, he slid his other arm under her head and around her neck until he could reach her breast. He circled her peachy nipple with his fingertips. Now, she stirred and moaned, then rocked her hips back and forth against him.
With his free arm, he lifted her uppermost leg up, allowing him better access to her opening. He smiled at her overt wetness. She, too, had dreamed of passionate things. Slowly, so not to alarm her, he nudged his cock against her slit and up inside her. Holding her tight against his chest, her body still slightly twisted, he rose higher in her pussy.
He kissed her neck and shoulder, offering her words of comfort as he gained full occupation of her exquisite pussy. With her bottom perched on his lap, his hand kneading her breast, he released a long groan of satisfaction.
“Feels good, yes?” he enquired between kisses.
“Mm,” she mumbled. “I like it there.”
He laughed softly. “Good.” He slithered out, lowered her leg, and repositioned her on her back. Her eyes were wide open and she stared into his with an inviting gaze. An expectant one, too.
He spread her legs wide and bent her knees until he’d an excellent view of her pink flushed folds and pussy. With his erection glistening with her wetness, he re-entered her with a lazy sweep of his hips that brought his head level with hers and his hands planted on either side of her face. There he paused, savouring the tight rings that ensnared his cock.
Bethan tilted her head back and angled her pelvis up. It allowed him to thrust and penetrate deeper. She gasped as his cock struck her barrier. Her face screwed up slightly.
“Too much?” he asked. For any other woman he’d fucked, he would not have thought to ask whether it hurt or not. With Bethan, he felt the need to know.
“A little, but don’t stop. I like the pain when it comes with this… joy,” she added, stuttering over her words.
He understood. He eased back, nearly fully withdrawing before slowly dipping inside her again. He massaged her pussy and ground his hips down until the tip of his cock felt squeezed, then he thrust hard, making her gasp again.
“This is how I like to fuck,” he told her.
He continued his measured strokes, but added to the end of each one a firm knock of his cock against her walls. She arched her back and jutted her breasts into peaks for him to kiss. The daylight grew stronger as he leisurely kept her on the brink of her climax, never building to a pace that might cause her to topple over the edge, but not slow enough for her to falter.
As for his own needs, he held the impending orgasm at bay with determination. He enjoyed watching her moan and occasionally whimper when he reminded her that he was in charge of fucking her. Unlike Felix, who pummelled and rode his women with vigour, Rufus teased and toyed with their wet pussies until they begged, which Bethan started to do with increasing desperation.
“Please, I’m so close… no, keep going,” she implored when he paused to circle her entrance with the tip of his dripping cock.
He clutched one of her soft buttocks in his hand and gripped it hard as he penetrated her.
“Oh, yes,” she groaned.
The next firm dip of his cock, he accompanied with his hands tucked behind her knees, forcing her bottom high. He towered over her, using his knees to support his weight as he bobbed up and down.
She thrashed her head from side to side, and became louder with her nonsensical vocalisations: little pants and shrieks of delights. Rufus enjoyed the chorus as he worked her into a frenzy.
“Now, girl, you’ll come.” He slid his hands along her arms and pinned her wrists high above her head. With his body lowering, and his weight distributed along the full length of his body, he kissed her trembling lips and exhaled breathlessly into her mouth. The hard pebbles of her nipples grazed along his chest as he bucked his hips up and down between her splayed legs. She quivered all over, then stilled. The spasms in her pussy were strong and protracted, fulfilling his own prophecy that Bethan would make a fine lover for him. He felt those quivering tells of pleasure ripple out and along her legs, which she’d wrapped around him. A hot flood of blood pumped to his groin and he couldn’t contain the eruption. In the midst of her orgasm, he juddered, released his cum in an explosive shot.
Hovering over her, he inhaled deeply and calmed his rapturous response. Their bodies heated the air, but it wouldn’t last long. They were descending from their highs and soon would need to rise and begin the day’s work.
He growled into her ear. “What a delightful slave you are.” He pecked her cheek, then yawned and flopped onto his side next to her.
She shivered and he covered her with the blanket. As she slipped into sleep, the corners of her lips curled upward.
Rufus rose before Bethan and dressed. He padded barefoot through the house until he found Felix sat in the courtyard before an open fire roasting fish on the end of a stick. Rufus sniffed; his stomach rumbled appreciatively.
Felix looked up and greeted him with a curt nod. For a few minutes they ate in silence, drank the lukewarm beer and chewed on the dry remains of the previous day’s bread.
“So?” Rufus finally asked.
Felix wiped his chin with the back of his hand. “Good,” he said with unusual brevity. Then, he beamed. “Fucking good.”
