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With another shriek, Irene turned and fled, giggling madly. Behind her she could hear Hugh’s chuckles and his pounding footsteps, gaining rapidly on her.
The end of the chase was already a foregone conclusion. She tried to dodge aside, but his arms wrapped around her and he twisted, bringing her down on top of him, gentling her fall. Then he rolled on top of her, pinning her to the ground with his hands about her wrists, holding them on either side of her head, and his lower body pressed against hers.
Inside her chest her heart beat frantically against her rib cage as she gasped for breath, staring up into the hot need in Hugh’s eyes. The blue was so bright it practically glowed as he stared down at her, the gentle man she married erased by the lusty pillaging rogue who had just caught his prize. Tingling awareness spun through her, the disturbing sensations she felt around him no longer felt so disturbing – they had become familiar and somehow exciting.
Lowering his lips to hers, Hugh
ravaged her mouth. Normally he tried to be more gentle with her, but the chase had gotten his blood up and he kissed her hard and possessively. Beneath him Irene moaned and kissed him back, her legs spreading to cradle him more completely against her.
When his lips moved to kiss the side of her neck, Irene opened her eyes to see nothing but bright blue sky. The same color as Hugh’s eyes. But instead of drowning in it, it reminded her of where they were.
“Hugh! We can’t here! Let’s go back to the house – OH!” She gasped as his teeth nipped at her skin on her shoulder in a spot where he knew she was particularly sensitive.
“No,” he said definitively. “I’ve been wanting to make love to you outside since the glen at Stonehaven… no one’s going to be looking for us for hours and even if they did come looking for us they wouldn’t know where to start.”
“But it’s improper!” Irene protested. Of course the very impropriety of it was only making her more aroused. Hugh brought that out in her, a wildness that she’d never suspected. A wildness that was becoming more and more focused on him. She moaned as he kept his hands on her wrists, ignoring her attempt to move them as he moved his mouth across the fluttering pulse in her neck.
“But darling, you so like it when I’m improper,” he murmured into her ear as he transferred his hold on her wrists to one hand, just above her head, the other beginning to work at the tiny buttons down the front of her dress. “Like on Sunday when I put my mouth on your sweet pussy in the study. Or last night when I showed you how to put your mouth on me.”
Irene whimpered at the reminder, his words fanning the flames of her arousal higher as he slid his hand into the top of her dress and squeezed her breast.
“No corset… I see I’m not the only one feeling improper today,” he grinned wickedly down at her as he tweaked a nipple. Hot need lanced through her, straight to her core and Irene bucked beneath him.
“I didn’t leave it off so you could do this,” she protested, although she had already given up on trying to stop him.
“I don’t particularly care why you did it, sweetheart.”
Baring her breast to the warm sunlight, Hugh sucked her nipple into his mouth and felt his wife writhe beneath him. She was so damned responsive, it made it almost impossible for him to control himself. So damned responsive and so damned eager. Last night he’d nearly spent himself in his pants when she’d looked up at him with those big green eyes and asked if it was possible for her to pleasure him with her mouth the same way that he pleasured her. He’d been only too happy to demonstrate exactly how possible it was, and over the moon when he’d warned her of his impending climax and she’d asked what he wanted her to do and then had willingly swallowed the entire load. The incredibly erotic dichotomy of his innocent wife sucking him, with her pure and prim mouth, and then swallowing his seed had made him so randy that he’d barely needed another minute to recover before he’d had her on her back in their bed.
Now he had her on her back, in a field.
Pulling at her skirts he bared her legs to the world as well, fumbling at the front of his trousers as Irene moaned and clutched at him. She looked beautifully wanton in the sunlight, the rays sinking into her creamy skin, enhancing the adorable freckles on her nose, her breasts bared and framed by the fabric of her dress, nipples hard and upright. When he’d freed himself from the confines of his trousers he felt for her core and found her wet and ready.
The touch of Hugh’s fingers against her flesh had Irene writhing. She was shocked at her reaction, considering their location, but she’d already learned that Hugh was a master at sending her into unthinking and eager bliss. The gentle strokes of his fingers through her slick folds made her moan loudly as she stopped caring about whether or not someone might hear her or come upon them. The warmth of the sun on her skin was like a balm against her anxieties, her insides heating up as did her outside.
“Hugh, please,” she begged as his fingers teased her, his mouth suckling at her nipple. The sensations coursing through her begged for relief and she was still new enough to love play that she wanted her satisfaction immediately. Hugh enjoyed keeping her on edge, listening to the edges of her voice growing more and more ragged until she completely lost control and would come screaming on his mouth, fingers or cock. “I need you inside me.”
Biting gently on her nipple, he slipped one finger inside of her, probing deeply for that sweet, rough spot in her channel. Irene groaned – that hadn’t been what she meant and she knew he knew it. Still, it felt wonderful to have his finger pumping gently, even though it didn’t stretch her the way she knew his organ would.
Switching to her other nipple with his mouth, Hugh stroked her pussy, pressing the heel of his palm against her clitoris. Smug success came as Irene’s hands pulled at him, trying to drag him more fully on top of her.
“Please Hugh,” she said with a whimper, almost a sob as her body tingled and flamed. “Please, please, please…”
Releasing her nipple from his mouth with a pop, Hugh stared down at her. The blue of his eyes had darkened with passion, no longer the color of the sky above them, they were the deep blue of the ocean. “Touch your breasts, sweetheart.”
Shuddering, Irene cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples as she tried to find relief for the aching need that was throbbing inside of her. She loved it when Hugh told her what to do, how to make their love-making more passionate… at first she had always told herself that it was because she was learning how to please Alex, but during the actual interludes of love-making with her husband, her childhood friend was the farthest thing from her mind. Indeed, her entire world was currently focused on Hugh and pleasing him, on tempting him to do what she wanted – needed – as she arched her back and offered up her breasts to him, twisting her nipples slightly and relishing the little bites of pain that only seemed to spur her pleasure to further heights.
The sight of his wife behaving so wantonly was a powerful aphrodisiac for Hugh. During their honeymoon he’d discovered an unknown penchant for controlling their love-making, probably because she was so responsive. No other woman that he’d indulged with had ever been as eager as Irene. They had always laid back and expected him to do the work – which he hadn’t minded at the time, but now he knew that he could never get enough of Irene’s particular brand of passion. Seeing her body become so aroused for him, her eagerness to obey him, to follow his commands until they were both lost in repletion.
Spreading her thighs wide with his hands, he looked down at the striking picture she made with her innocent face and her erotically writhing body. The lips of her quim were plump and ready for him, slick with moisture, the musky scent of her arousal filling the air around them like an exotic perfume. As she squeezed her breasts more tightly, the soft flesh spilling out between her fingers, Hugh couldn’t take any more either.
Grasping her by the hips he buried himself in her in one hard thrust, Irene moaning wildly as her body lifted to meet him. Her sheath clasped him tightly, rippling around him, and she cried out as she almost came just from the heavenly sensation of her body stretching to accommodate his spear. She pinched her nipples even tighter, unaware that Hugh was watching her every move, she was so lost to the incredible pleasure.
With a groan of masculine satisfaction, Hugh began to pump into his wife, taking her hard and fast, the way that he knew she wanted it but that he so often made her wait for. Irene had expected a slower pace, had expected to beg more, and so his sudden rhythmic pounding caught her off guard. Releasing her breasts she reached up to cling to his shoulders, sobbing with the sudden ecstasy as her body jerked and spasmed, her orgasm coming fast and unexpectedly.
It began small and grew as Hugh’s body rubbed against hers, his groin sliding against her clitoris with every hard stroke of his cock, the shaft rubbing against that spot deep inside of her that never failed to send her up in flames.
“Hugh! Please, HUGH!”
