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She did, cheeks flaming darker at his silky tone. Helena's hands found his shoulders and held tight. He loved the way her nails dug in, almost urging him on. He waited until the tight clutch around him softened a fraction, then pushed again.

George felt some resistance, but it was easier this time, and he could feel a subtle pull around him. He took deep breaths along with Helena, kissing her skin and whispering his love into her ear.

When she went lax, he sank deeper in one steady thrust until he was fully seated, buried to the hilt in the scalding grip of her.

Heat and pressure seized him. Her inner walls fluttered and clamped around his length, almost too tight to bear. He held still, every muscles locked.

"There now," he whispers. "I've got you stretched around me. Does it hurt, love? Tell me."

Helena replies with a small nod, her breath coming in short pulls against his neck. He drew back a little, slow and deliberate, then slid forward again. The friction was exquisite, wet and clinging.

"That's it, love. Spread those pretty legs wider for your husband."

Her thighs parted further at the command, shy and obedient. He sank deeper on the next stroke. A low sound tore from his chest.

"God, you feel perfect. So tight and wet, gripping me like you were made for me. I cannot imagine how long I had stayed away from such bliss and pleasure that you possessed."

She blushed harder, a soft sound escaping her. He set a measured rhythm, each withdrawal dragging along her sensitive flesh, each return filling her completely. The sensation coiled low in his belly, thick and urgent. He slid one hand beneath her knee and lifted it higher against his side, opening her further.

"Look how well you were taking me now." His hips rolled steady and deep. "Feel that? All of me inside you. You are mine."

Her body answered, rising to meet his in spite of the shyness. He kept the pace, dirty words of praise slipping between each thrust. His free hand found the place where they joined and stroked her swollen bud in firm circles.

"That's my good girl. Let it build. Let my touch show you heights you never knew."

Her breath stuttered. She turned her face into the pillow, still too shy to look at him, but her hips pushed up harder. He worked her steadily while his fingers rubbed gently, until he could feel her tighten around him. Her lips parted on a sudden gasp.

"George… oh yes… I love you."

He had never known those words to contain so much passion until now. Her voice, her face, the sound of their bodies against each other—everything in this moment felt perfect. He kissed her, his tongue tasting hers and melting together. He broke the kiss, nibling softly on her ear.

"Yes, my love. Come for me. Now."

Helena broke with a muffled cry, body arching. Her juices splashed on him again, but he welcomed every drop with a deeper thrust. In tandem, his orgasm came. Her center pulsed hard around his length, milking him in rhythmic squeezes. He groaned and held deep, riding out every flutter until the first wave eased.

He did not stop. He kept thrusting through the aftershocks, slower now, letting her feel every thick inch.

"Still so tight. You were soaking me, love. Could you give me another?"

She shook her head faintly, cheeks scarlet. Despite her reluctance, her legs still welcomed him. In her eyes, George could see that she wanted more. So, instead of listening to her, he shifted the angle and ground against that sensitive spot inside her on every stroke. His fingers returned to her bud, stroking faster.

"Spread wider. Let me in deeper. That's it. Good girl. You are going to come again for your husband."

"You are my undoing, George. You… You drive me to heights of insane pleasure."

Helena voiced her excitement, pulling George even deeper. She clutched his back, nails digging. George watched her face as the tension snapped. She came harder this time, a sharp gasp tearing free, her body clamping down in fierce, wet pulses that nearly pulled him over with her.

George lasted only a few more thrusts. The tight, fluttering heat around him was too much. He drove in to the root and held, burying his face against her neck

"Take it; every drop of me."

Hot seed pulsed out of him in thick jets, flooding her. He rocked through it, pushing himself deeper with each small movement until the last drops left him. He stayed buried, breathing hard, feeling the wet warmth of their mixed release leaking around his cock where they remained joined.

"Are you comfortable, my sweet Duchess?" George asked softly, his deep voice carrying a rumble that vibrated pleasantly against her cheek.

Helena smiled in the darkness, shifting slightly to look up at his face.

"I have never been more comfortable in my entire life," Helena answered softly, her fingers tracing his rigid chest. "Though I must inform you... your chest makes a remarkably firm pillow."