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“Damn it, Alastair,” she huffed. “Hang your qualms.”
Fuck. He reached beneath her shift and went straight for the treasure trove. His fingers thrummed her clitoris, then pried between the folds. She gasped as they intruded into her sanctity.
Damn.She was tight. Tight as a virgin. And wet. Steaming wet. Nothing could be more enticing. With surprising gentleness and patience, he pushed his fingers farther inside. She squirmed beneath him and purred. She had better not be a virgin.
But even if she was, he doubted that he could retreat. His arousal raged too strongly now.
His fingers grazed that most favored ally—that wrinkled pearl, still swollen, protruding from between her folds—before curling inside her quim.
“Heavens,” she breathed.
He fondled her till he had her panting and desperate. His own arousal was reaching its peak, fueled by the wet heat embracing his fingers. He had to sample this lusciousness with another part of his body.
“Alastair…” she moaned.
This time he favored the sound of his name upon her lips. His other hand was still in her hair and he yanked her head back.
“My lord,” he reminded her as he met her gaze, glazed with lust.
She winced as he tugged her hair harder. “Your pardon, my lord.”
He released her hair and unbuttoned his fall. His erection sprang forward, hard and at the ready. He knew not the size of the men she might have been with but the length and girth of his might give her pause. He looked to her to see if he could detect fear or hesitation but saw none. Instead, she licked her bottom lip!
Holy…
“Pray, make me wait no longer,” she said.
Her words ignited him. He threw up her shift and, holding her by the backs of her thighs, he pressed the crown of his shaft to her nether lips. It took all his forbearance not to sink himself into her waiting cunnie, her wet and hot cunnie.
“Yes! Yes!” she gasped.
He felt her flex her cunnie about his tip. No further encouragement was required. He sheathed himself into her, her wetness providing easy passage.
She cried out and stiffened. And for a moment, he worried that perhaps she was a virgin. But his worries were muted by the glory surrounding his cock, pulsing into his loins. She was marvelous. Pure delight.
He lowered his head to capture her lips and trail soft kisses from ear to temple. After she had relaxed, her cunnie flexed once more. She writhed as if seeking motion. Slowly, he began to thrust.
“Ohhh…”
Her lashes fluttered. Her back arched. He settled himself a little deeper. Damn. Her cunnie felt as impressive as any he had sampled before.
Her cunnie clenched down upon him and it was all he could do not to ram himself full and deep into her. With sighs and grunts, she writhed between him and the cross, the movement of her body driving him wild. He shoved his hips at her to pin her in place so that he could slide more of him inside her. He curled the fingers of one hand into hers while he held onto the cross with the other. He ground himself into her with long strokes that left her breath haggard and her body trembling. When she began to grunt in earnest, he quickened his pace.
"Yes! Oh, yes!" she cried.
In her position, there was little she could do to match his thrusting, but he was more than content to do all the work. He saw her eyes rolled toward the back of her head, her brow furrowed and her jaw slackened by passion. He intensified his pounding, shoving his full length up into her. His cods boiled, but he held the fire in check. The cross behind her rattled with the force of his motions.
She filled the room with her cries and incoherent words, and then her wail split the air as her body convulsed and bucked, submitting to that carnal euphoria. He speared himself into her wet heat, seeking the same. She trembled violently against him, but he required a few more thrusts before he, too, reached his apex.
He pulled out of her as quickly as he could before his seed shot through his cock. His cods pumped the fire through him, draining his desire onto the floor below. He shivered when a second wave of seed poured forth. He clutched his cock to ease the last drop, then shook his head to release the tension that had clamped the whole of his body.
When the storm had finally passed, his breathing had returned to normalcy, he looked down to find her gazing up at him, her cheeks flushed, her lips still parted.
Dear God. What had he done?
