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He rolled onto his side taking her with him, so his weight was no longer pinning her to the pillows. “You’re not in discomfort?” he clarified, carefully dropping his hand to cup her bottom.

“N-no,” she sobbed. Her whole body was trembling, she was strung so taut. Being inside her was almost unbearable. Her body’s embrace was so hot, and tight he felt like he might lose his mind if she did not give him full reign over it.

“Do you trust me, Fenella?” he asked, stroking a thumb where the crease of her buttock met the top of her leg. She nodded her head, though she buried her warm face in his shoulder. He heard a muffled, ‘yes’. “Then trust me now, my love,” he said and swiftly rolled her onto her back, covering her body with his full weight and plunging back into her with the full driving length of his cock. Her mouth opened in a silent scream and he felt her convulse around him as her body climaxed and she went up in flames for him. His chest constricted and then expanded as she experienced the rapture he gave her. Her fingers dug into him, her back arched and tears sprang from her eyes as she pulsed and throbbed on his dick. Baser instincts took over as he drove repeatedly into the grip of her blissful body. He thrust and thrust again, keeping a ruthless check on his own release as she yelled and sobbed her surprise and pleasure. Her heels dug into the mattress, her legs shook, her eyes flew wide and her body writhed against him in unspeakable pleasure. Disjointed words which made no sense burst from her lips. Her tight sex gripped his staff so hard he had to close his eyes to withstand it. And finally, with a sigh, she went as limp as a rag and he risked taking her mouth again as his burning throat ached to. Her mouth was cool and delicious. He was still hard as iron, burning for her. Flexing his hips, he let her feel his still hungry cock in her and Fen moaned, tearing her mouth from his, her eyes flying open. “Wha-?” she panted in dismay, her chest heaving and her face streaked with tears. She looked utterly shocked and bewildered. “You’re still-?” He thought she looked a little frightened.

“Do you want me to pull out?” he forced himself to ask.

She swallowed. “You’re not satisfied?” she whispered disbelievingly. “Why? What did I do wrong?”

“Nothing,” he answered, his voice thick and gravelly. He dropped his forehead to touch against hers. “It’s been a long time since I was with a woman.” He swallowed, avoiding her eyes. “Well over a decade.”

Fen gazed up at him, her lips parted, her breath coming in rapid pants.

“Do you want me to stop?” His voice was raw. She tugged at her arms where he held them and he released them at once, steeling himself for her words.

“No, I want you to…find release too,” she said putting her hands lightly to his face.

His gaze snapped to hers. “Say it again?” he gritted out.

She looked nervous, but repeated “I want you to find release in me,” with a slight lift of her chin.

Holy hells. He didn’t have it in him to debate with her any further. With a muffled groan he surged forward into her, bracing his arms against the mattress to try and keep himself from squashing her flat into the mattress. She gave a faint yelp, but offered no resistance as he hammered into her with renewed vigor. “Fenella,” he said hoarsely. For no fathomable reason he wanted her eyes on him, her mouth on him, her hands on him. The poor girl had no idea. He was so greedy for her, it actually scared him a little. How did you tell your wife you wanted her hands squeezing your ass, tight? Her mouth, framing your name? Oswald shook his head. It had never entered his head to ask such a thing of any bed-partner. It beggared belief that he would want it now from his wedded wife.

“What is it?” she asked unevenly.

He could feel her soft breasts bouncing at his every thrust. He wanted to taste them. “I want to put my mouth to you,” he confessed shakily. His words conjured another image. His mouth between her thighs, but he knew that was out of the question. Just the thought of it made him groan aloud. Fenella raised her head and kissed him chastely on the mouth. It surprised him so much, her taking the initiative, that his cock throbbed and he started to spend inside her. With a muttered curse, he reached down and grabbed the back of her knees, spreading her soft plump thighs even wider so he could sink deeper still. Fen gasped as he pressed deep and he groaned loudly at the glorious sensation. “Oh gods, yes. Fenella.” he cried raspily as the bed creaked and the frame bumped against the wall. He closed his eyes, the muscles on his neck strained as Fen’s arms slipped around his back, the gesture of acceptance proving his undoing as, with a shout, he released inside her completely. She held him tightly in her arms, until he collapsed entirely against her, fully sated.

**

Oswald Vawdrey, thought Fen dazedly, was a rampaging beast between the bed-sheets. She shifted her legs tentatively and winced. Her thigh muscles ached. Her lady parts burned. There was stickiness and slickness in embarrassing places and she had no idea how she was going to get out of the bed to either wash herself or get a stitch of clothing on. She clutched the bed-sheets to her front and tried not to worry about the hard body pressed against her back. She wasn’t quite sure what she’d unleashed in her heretofore restrained husband the previous evening, but he had been like a man possessed. A man possessed with lust. She shivered. She wouldn’t feel so bad if she hadn’t behaved like an abandoned creature herself, she thought closing her eyes with mortification. What in heavens had come over her? And what would her husband think of her this morning? She gave a soft groan and felt him stir against her. In more place than one. Fen gulped. A big hand slipped possessively over her hip and gripped her there. She felt his warm breath on her neck and felt strangely quivery. Oh my gods, thought Fen weakly. He couldn’t want that again this morning, surely? She peered nervously over her shoulder. His eyes opened and he smiled at her. She blinked at the sight and her chest squeezed tight. He was the most beautiful man she had ever laid eyes on. He shifted closer pressed his face into her neck, his arms tightening around her to pull her in against him. She felt his hardness press into buttocks and suppressed a faint whine. Surely he would not expect her to tryst with him again this morn?

“Good morning, wife,” he said huskily and kissed her neck lingeringly.

“Good morning,” she said croakily.

“Husband,” he prompted her. She could hear the frown in his voice.

“Husband,” she added hastily.

“That’s better,” he whispered and rolled her underneath him.

“Meldon,” she blurted in a yelped warning.

He drew his head back to glance at the bedroom door, then returned his gaze to her. “Nay, he is not arrived,” he murmured.

“Indeed, we must be expecting him any moment,” babbled Fen. She waited breathlessly for him to remove his weight from her, but he did not.

“I have a key for that lock,” he said distractedly, and ran a hand down her breast. “Somewhere.”

She gave a strangled groan as he lightly squeezed and his gaze snapped to hers.

“Are you sore, wife?” he asked in a throaty, low voice. His eyes were dark and even if she could not feel his erect manhood pressing insistently against her belly, she could be in no doubt that he was keen to repeat last night’s performance. The knowledge made her face burn.

“Yes,” she confessed in a whisper.

“Should you like to take a bath, love?”

His words made her breath catch in her throat. “Together?” she asked in a scandalized squeak. Though in truth it was his use of the word ‘love’ that really shocked her. She felt all of a flutter. He had used it last night once or twice. But even a naïve country girl such as herself, knew you should not believe a word a man said when he was between your legs.