promise.”
He stroked her and built the fires within her again to the point of no return, and then he was at her entrance, his member pressing against her opening. Slowly he slid into her a short way and stopped.
“Are you alright? Are you having any pain?” The words came out of him in a guttural groan.
“No. I’m fine,” she said, amazed at the sensation and that he’d taken the moment to ask. “Please continue.”
Smiling, he plunged into her, embedding himself to the hilt. Fully, completely. Then he stopped and held perfectly still.
She saw the beads of sweat run down his temples.
“Blake?”
“And now? Are you having any discomfort?
“Only when you stop. I like the way you feel, I’m full and it’s wonderful, now move.” She thrust up her hips.
“Yes, ma’am,” he ground out. “Your wish is my command.”
He pulled out and then plunged back in. In and out. Again and again.
She found her rhythm quickly and worked with him, so he filled her completely with each movement in. She was becoming frantic, she scored his back with her nails, and pressed her head into the pillow.
“Please!” she begged.
He put his weight upon one arm and took his other hand, reached between them and manipulated her pleasure bud.
At his touch, she burst into a million shiny pieces, better than the first time because, after she did, so did he.
He groaned, shouted her name pumped hard, harder than ever before and she could feel his hot seed within her. He buried his face in the soft area between her neck and her shoulder. He laid there for a few moments, breathing hard. Then he raised his head and kissed her soundly.
“Did you have fun? Was the coupling pleasant for you?”
He had a grin on his face like the cat that ate the cream. He knew it was the most wonderful experience she’d ever had, but he had to hear it and maybe, she needed to say it.
“It was wonderful. I’ve never felt… never had pleasure like that, but, of course, you already know that.”
“I do.”
He pulled out of her, rolled to his back and brought her with him.
“I just wanted to hear you say it. I had to know you enjoyed the act and that you want to do it again.”
“Oh yes, I definitely want to do it again. But you weren’t supposed to sleep here tonight. I was quite angry with you this morning.”
“I know. And now? Are you still angry?”
“No. How can I be angry when I feel so good?” She rolled away, crossed her arms over her bosom. “It’s not fair.”
He laughed heartily and pulled her back against him.
“You’re a surprise, Nellie. A wonderful surprise. Now turn over and go to sleep. Morning comes early and so do the little ones.”
She grunted and begrudgingly turned on her side and let him spoon with her. She was still mad, but she couldn’t help but smile. He must have felt her do it because he squeezed her closer and kissed her neck.
“Sleep, sweetheart. You’ve earned it.”
She closed her eyes, but sleep failed her and she lay awake for hours, trying to understand the man she married. He was kind and loving to the children and to her, but he was also distant.
He wouldn’t confide in her about his business and she found it frustrating as hell.
*****
A knock sounded on the parlor door.
“Enter.” Nellie looked up from the novel she was reading.
“Madam, there is a gentleman to see you,” James held up a card and read from it. “Mr. Adolphus Balfour, Attorney-at-law. From New York.”
“Show him in, please.” Nellie patted her hair to make sure is was in place and waited for the gentleman.
James returned with a tall, slender man sporting full sideburns and mustache that grew into one another so it looked like he had a beard but just over his upper lip. His chin was bare. He wore a dark brown suit that matched his hair and a black bowler hat.
“Mr. Adolphus Balfour, of New York, at your service, Mrs. Malone.” He walked to where Nellie stood by the settee, her book open on the seat. He
He stroked her and built the fires within her again to the point of no return, and then he was at her entrance, his member pressing against her opening. Slowly he slid into her a short way and stopped.
“Are you alright? Are you having any pain?” The words came out of him in a guttural groan.
“No. I’m fine,” she said, amazed at the sensation and that he’d taken the moment to ask. “Please continue.”
Smiling, he plunged into her, embedding himself to the hilt. Fully, completely. Then he stopped and held perfectly still.
She saw the beads of sweat run down his temples.
“Blake?”
“And now? Are you having any discomfort?
“Only when you stop. I like the way you feel, I’m full and it’s wonderful, now move.” She thrust up her hips.
“Yes, ma’am,” he ground out. “Your wish is my command.”
He pulled out and then plunged back in. In and out. Again and again.
She found her rhythm quickly and worked with him, so he filled her completely with each movement in. She was becoming frantic, she scored his back with her nails, and pressed her head into the pillow.
“Please!” she begged.
He put his weight upon one arm and took his other hand, reached between them and manipulated her pleasure bud.
At his touch, she burst into a million shiny pieces, better than the first time because, after she did, so did he.
He groaned, shouted her name pumped hard, harder than ever before and she could feel his hot seed within her. He buried his face in the soft area between her neck and her shoulder. He laid there for a few moments, breathing hard. Then he raised his head and kissed her soundly.
“Did you have fun? Was the coupling pleasant for you?”
He had a grin on his face like the cat that ate the cream. He knew it was the most wonderful experience she’d ever had, but he had to hear it and maybe, she needed to say it.
“It was wonderful. I’ve never felt… never had pleasure like that, but, of course, you already know that.”
“I do.”
He pulled out of her, rolled to his back and brought her with him.
“I just wanted to hear you say it. I had to know you enjoyed the act and that you want to do it again.”
“Oh yes, I definitely want to do it again. But you weren’t supposed to sleep here tonight. I was quite angry with you this morning.”
“I know. And now? Are you still angry?”
“No. How can I be angry when I feel so good?” She rolled away, crossed her arms over her bosom. “It’s not fair.”
He laughed heartily and pulled her back against him.
“You’re a surprise, Nellie. A wonderful surprise. Now turn over and go to sleep. Morning comes early and so do the little ones.”
She grunted and begrudgingly turned on her side and let him spoon with her. She was still mad, but she couldn’t help but smile. He must have felt her do it because he squeezed her closer and kissed her neck.
“Sleep, sweetheart. You’ve earned it.”
She closed her eyes, but sleep failed her and she lay awake for hours, trying to understand the man she married. He was kind and loving to the children and to her, but he was also distant.
He wouldn’t confide in her about his business and she found it frustrating as hell.
*****
A knock sounded on the parlor door.
“Enter.” Nellie looked up from the novel she was reading.
“Madam, there is a gentleman to see you,” James held up a card and read from it. “Mr. Adolphus Balfour, Attorney-at-law. From New York.”
“Show him in, please.” Nellie patted her hair to make sure is was in place and waited for the gentleman.
James returned with a tall, slender man sporting full sideburns and mustache that grew into one another so it looked like he had a beard but just over his upper lip. His chin was bare. He wore a dark brown suit that matched his hair and a black bowler hat.
“Mr. Adolphus Balfour, of New York, at your service, Mrs. Malone.” He walked to where Nellie stood by the settee, her book open on the seat. He
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