buried in his loose, silky hair, and she drew in a long breath of him: his arousing, delicious essence.
Each heart thudded against the chest of the other, and Jane’s tiny little pip quivered and throbbed, pressed between his cock and torso. She wanted more…she wanted movement! Pressure! Stroking… release.
She shifted impatiently and was rewarded with nothing but a little bit of friction before Zaren tightened his arm and chuckled deep and low in her ear. “So very eager, my Lady Hampstead,” he murmured, then snaked his tongue deep and quick into her ear as he slipped his other hand down along the cleft of her arse.
Jane jolted and shivered as his tongue invaded the sensitive, ticklish depths of her ear even as his fingers slipped around and below the curve of her bottom to find the hot wetness there, around his cock and slicking the lush folds of her pussy. She shivered and bit her lip as he did something to twitch his cock deep inside her, sending pleasure jolting through her while using a wet finger to tease the tiny pleats of her arsehole. She shuddered at the sensation, heard the soft, slick sounds, felt the low moan of lust gather deep in her throat…her orgasm was so close, and yet still out of reach. But it was a beautiful anticipation…a welcome one.
Yet she was impatient. She wanted more .
“Zaren, don’t tease,” she whispered, then nipped sharply at his ear. He was salty and warm and tasted of male and sex and fresh air, and she sucked while twitching and shifting as much as she could though still imprisoned beneath him. It was a convivial battle of wills, an amusing contest that would finish with the contentment of both as she struggled to find movement, and he kept her tightly imprisoned. Every so often, he would twitch deep inside her…or give the slightest movement of his hips, allowing her to settle even more deeply onto him. His fingers were busy, slipping around where they were joined, around her tiny pleated hole, and then…to her utter delight and frustration…around between the fronts of them to find the tiny core of her pleasure.
Jane shivered and sank down close, tasting the salt of his skin, and then shifted softly, slowly…hardly noticeably, but enough that her pleasure began to rise and rise—
“I don’t think so, my lovely lady,” he muttered, shifting a little. But then she managed a few sharp, desperate movements that caused his breath to catch, and with a little laugh, he held her even tighter. This kept her hips from teasing him but forced her ready clit to be pressed even more tightly between them. “Let us just remain here…soft and easy…and enjoy this honeymoon of which you speak.”
“I don’t wish to be soft and easy,” she argued, nipping at his ear again, and, when he jolted in surprise, giving a good, hard, noticeable thrust of her hips down onto him. Gad, he was so big and hard and full… She shifted hard again, faster, and reached around to find his ballocks, stroking and teasing the crisp hair growing there, tugging gently, and then grinding her hips down, down, down onto him…
“Uhhh…” he groaned, and Jane grinned with delight and triumph. That was the sound of her man, giving in…giving up.
With a sharp, quick movement, he had her on her back and her hips in his hands as he thrust and pumped inside her with breathless speed. Smiling at her win, Jane arched up and gave a little cry as they reached their peak at the same time, coming with a hard, undulating release that left them still panting and gasping moments later.
“By all that is good,” Zaren said, his damp body pressed against hers, one hand stroking what he called her fire-hair, “I do not know what I would do without you, Jane, my love.”
“And I you,” she replied, and couldn’t help but remember those dark days when they had been separated, and when she thought he was dead, or lost in the jungle of Madagascar. “It will be so different to see the jungle with you
Each heart thudded against the chest of the other, and Jane’s tiny little pip quivered and throbbed, pressed between his cock and torso. She wanted more…she wanted movement! Pressure! Stroking… release.
She shifted impatiently and was rewarded with nothing but a little bit of friction before Zaren tightened his arm and chuckled deep and low in her ear. “So very eager, my Lady Hampstead,” he murmured, then snaked his tongue deep and quick into her ear as he slipped his other hand down along the cleft of her arse.
Jane jolted and shivered as his tongue invaded the sensitive, ticklish depths of her ear even as his fingers slipped around and below the curve of her bottom to find the hot wetness there, around his cock and slicking the lush folds of her pussy. She shivered and bit her lip as he did something to twitch his cock deep inside her, sending pleasure jolting through her while using a wet finger to tease the tiny pleats of her arsehole. She shuddered at the sensation, heard the soft, slick sounds, felt the low moan of lust gather deep in her throat…her orgasm was so close, and yet still out of reach. But it was a beautiful anticipation…a welcome one.
Yet she was impatient. She wanted more .
“Zaren, don’t tease,” she whispered, then nipped sharply at his ear. He was salty and warm and tasted of male and sex and fresh air, and she sucked while twitching and shifting as much as she could though still imprisoned beneath him. It was a convivial battle of wills, an amusing contest that would finish with the contentment of both as she struggled to find movement, and he kept her tightly imprisoned. Every so often, he would twitch deep inside her…or give the slightest movement of his hips, allowing her to settle even more deeply onto him. His fingers were busy, slipping around where they were joined, around her tiny pleated hole, and then…to her utter delight and frustration…around between the fronts of them to find the tiny core of her pleasure.
Jane shivered and sank down close, tasting the salt of his skin, and then shifted softly, slowly…hardly noticeably, but enough that her pleasure began to rise and rise—
“I don’t think so, my lovely lady,” he muttered, shifting a little. But then she managed a few sharp, desperate movements that caused his breath to catch, and with a little laugh, he held her even tighter. This kept her hips from teasing him but forced her ready clit to be pressed even more tightly between them. “Let us just remain here…soft and easy…and enjoy this honeymoon of which you speak.”
“I don’t wish to be soft and easy,” she argued, nipping at his ear again, and, when he jolted in surprise, giving a good, hard, noticeable thrust of her hips down onto him. Gad, he was so big and hard and full… She shifted hard again, faster, and reached around to find his ballocks, stroking and teasing the crisp hair growing there, tugging gently, and then grinding her hips down, down, down onto him…
“Uhhh…” he groaned, and Jane grinned with delight and triumph. That was the sound of her man, giving in…giving up.
With a sharp, quick movement, he had her on her back and her hips in his hands as he thrust and pumped inside her with breathless speed. Smiling at her win, Jane arched up and gave a little cry as they reached their peak at the same time, coming with a hard, undulating release that left them still panting and gasping moments later.
“By all that is good,” Zaren said, his damp body pressed against hers, one hand stroking what he called her fire-hair, “I do not know what I would do without you, Jane, my love.”
“And I you,” she replied, and couldn’t help but remember those dark days when they had been separated, and when she thought he was dead, or lost in the jungle of Madagascar. “It will be so different to see the jungle with you
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