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“And who is the best fuck of your life?” Perspiration glistened across his bronzed skin and a few salty drops rolled down his neck as he felt himself nearing his limit.
“You! Oh Fuck… you Hugh… it… oh god, yes… it was always you… so good… I can’t take it… I’m… I’m cumming!”
Even as she spoke, she could feel her arms coiling around his neck as her arse gyrated in his lap. They were so close now, it perfumed her every gasping breath with his musky scent and she was suddenly aware of how hot his skin felt against her body. The sensations were so intense, her world had dissolved into a brilliant rush of colour and she couldn’t tell where one tide of pleasure ceased and the next began as they merged into one continuous flood of glorious ecstasy.
Was she going mad?
Or perhaps this was what it felt like to die?
Maybe death by sex wasn’t just some delightful male fantasy, and this terrific young stud had indeed fucked her into an early grave.
“Yeah, that’s it, cum for me Mrs Clarke, cum all over my… my- oh fuck! I’m cumming too!”
The visual stimuli of her gorgeous naked body writhing and wriggling atop his pillaging shaft, combined with the feel of her juices coating him as her walls closed tight, sent him over the edge. After being restrained for so long, the force of his release was like nothing he had ever experienced, and a thunderous groan bellowed from his lips as his seed surged into her womb.
Still joined in the most intimate of fashions, they collapsed together in a tangled mass of limbs on the bed, their chests heaving with laboured breaths. Sweat made their bodies glisten in the low light, yet neither made any effort to move. Feeling safe and content in the others’ presence, they fell into a blissful sleep.
Elizabeth didn’t want to wake.
Usually, she was an early riser and would be up with the sun. There were chores to do, breakfasts to make, and an ever-mounting list of jobs. Her jobs.
However, today she just couldn’t bring herself to do it. It felt safe here, safe and warm. Here she felt at peace, content.
Light, so dazzling with all the magnificence of the dawn, blanketed her naked body. Winter was coming. Its frosty breath wafted through the window, caressing her skin with soft and tantalising fingers fragrant with all the flavours of Autumn.
Half asleep, she trembled as the air teased down her back and arms, stirring goose flesh, and it was only when arms, strong as oak and corded with muscle, coiled around her waist, pulling her back against the wall of a hard male body lying beside her that she settled. Satisfied to just lie back and enjoy the moment, Elizabeth made no effort to resist as he crushed her to him, a soft moan escaping her as her breasts were pressed into his chiselled torso and the weight of his cock rose up to nestle in the cradle of her thighs. It was such a delectable sensation, the feeling of his hands around her, his breath hot on her neck, the heat radiating off his body, enveloping her, dragging her back down into sweet serenity as she listed to the deep rhythmic drumming of his heart.
And she couldn’t remember ever feeling so sated.
Despite it all, she fought against the urge to curl into him, to sleep and prolong the moment across the boundless seas of eternity. Taken instead by the sudden need to see him, and an irrational fear that it might have all been a dream. A hot, wonderful, sweaty dream.
The greatest fucking dream of my life.
Just the memory of it stoked the embers in her core to new life. Suddenly more awake than asleep, she peeled her eyes back slowly to meet the stormy grey-blue eyes watching her from beneath sandy sleep-tousled hair.
“Mmm… good morning,” he purred in that smoky voice that made her whole body tighten. Or maybe it was the way his mouth moved over the words, slow and seductive, pronouncing each syllable with delicious purpose. He had a very nice mouth. Thin peach coloured lips perfectly shaped with a sexy indent in the corner from where he had frequently bitten them when he was concentrating. A mouth made for kissing, licking, and doing the most wicked things. And that jaw, like an anvil with the perfect amount of rough to tease her inner thighs when he was tonguing her clit.
She couldn’t help blushing at the memory, the heat in her core spreading out in a scarlet flush as she averted her gaze.
No one had ever looked at her the way he had just then. It was so intense, so intimate. Much too intimate. Like he was seeing her, truly seeing her. Seeing more than the neglected married woman in desperate need of a good shag. More than just Victor’s mother. More than…
She couldn’t bear it. “No.”
“What?” he smirked, pulling her closer, practically skin to skin. He was hard, like chiselled stone, but they fit together perfectly. A carved marble Adonis shaped just for her.
“Don’t look at me like that… it’s embarrassing.”
“I can’t help it. Mmm… that blush is just so sexy.” He dipped his head to nip the curve of her neck, his tongue quick to sooth the delicious hurt.
“No… please… you can’t, I’m still sore- oh!” She gasped when he scraped that sweet spot behind her ear, her eyes rolling. His hand came up to knead her breast, thumb and forefinger, rolling her nipple so roughly she couldn’t help arching into his palm.
“Mmm… you have amazing tits.”
Tonguing the shell of her ear, Hugh seized upon Elizabeth’s momentary distraction to push her back down onto the bed, caging her glorious naked body with his before taking a nipple into his mouth. He sucked greedily, and the delicious cocktail of heat and suction around her sensitive nub had her back arching, her fingers fisting his sandy strands.
“Oh god… mmm…” she moaned, clutching his head to her breast as the fog of pleasure descended.
Damn him!
