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Such a blatant sign of her arousal— and I’ve barely touched her!

“Oh, Sarah,” he whispered and, leaning forward, he pushed her gown up farther and pressed his lips to her lower belly below her navel and above the line of her pubic hair.

He could smell her arousal, and it made his cock quiver and leak further.

She gasped louder and bucked her hips. “Robert?”

He lifted his head, catching the expression of longing in her eyes, and smiled. “My dear, Sarah...”

“That burning heat is between my legs again,” she confessed, flushing.

“Sweetheart,” he leaned in and captured her mouth again.

“I’ve barely touched you yet!” he said hoarsely.

He knelt up, “Lift your hips.” She did as he pulled her gown upward, and she sat up to let him pull it off over her head, then she settled back against the sheets.

Her body revealed to his sight was perfection.

Creamy skin, small breasts with raspberry nipples, a slender waist and lovely curve from waist to hip.

“Beautiful,” he breathed, lowering his head to kiss her lips, her neck and then those enticing breasts and nipples. As he took one in his mouth, she gasped, arching up into him. He held her breasts, one in each hand and fondled, while he licked and sucked on first one nipple and then the other.

His cock throbbed and his balls ached. He ignored them. Arousing his wife was his main focus, and he was damned if anything was going to distract him from that goal. If I spend all over myself in the process, I don’t care.

He shifted to lie down beside her, finding her mouth again and running a hand down her belly to cup between her legs.

“Spread your legs for me, sweetheart,” he murmured in echo of the other night, pushing a knee between hers to emphasize the point.

She did so with one of those throaty whimpers and his cock jumped, leaving a sticky trail on her hip where the hot bar was pressed against her, in a vain attempt to assuage the ache.

His hips ground him against her involuntarily, as his fingers sought the parting of her nether lips and encountered silky-wet, warm flesh.

So soft, so smooth. He groaned. “Sarah, Sarah, you’re so wet for me again! ”

He had kept his touch very simple the other night, sliding between her lips and circling her bud to make her come.

This time he ran his fingers up and down her channel, lightly, gently, spreading the liquid heat of her arousal, and dipping lower to explore very gently the entrance to her body.

She moved under him, her hips rolling as she panted. “Robert?”

“Yes, sweeting, it’s all right, just let me...” He swirled around the entrance and then gently pushed a finger inside her. She stiffened and gasped. He withdrew, swirled some more and pushed again. “Is that all right?” He nuzzled at her neck.

“Ah! Yes,” she gasped.

“Good,” he whispered. “Let me... more,” his words getting lost in kisses on her neck. His thumb working around her clitoris. She arched up into his touch and he groaned. Fuck, yes. Come, Sarah! Come please...

“Spread your legs a little more, darling.” He pushed his finger deeper, his thumb continuing to trace circles round her bud of pleasure.

“Oh!” She flung her head back, panting and arching her body, one hand clutched at the sheets, the other grabbed his shoulder, her nails digging into his flesh.

“Robert!” she gasped again, her hips bucking under the determined onslaught of his fingers.

He pushed another inside her, stretching her, trying to make her ready.

She was wet, so wet, and his cock thrummed with the need to be where his fingers were.

He slid them in and out, swirling his thumb gently, increasing the speed as she arched and trembled, graduating from whimpers to outright moans that made him push his cock harder against her flank with a groan. Fuck, I am going to lose all control in a moment and rut myself on her hip!

He ignored it, panting to gain control of his body. He continued sliding his fingers and rubbing around her clitoris. She had come easily for him the other night.

“Come for me, Sarah,” he whispered hoarsely, kissing and nuzzling her neck and across the top of her bosom, as his fingers moved faster in and out of her. He found a nipple and sucked, swirling his tongue around the hard bud.

She gasped, arching under him. Hooking his fingers inside her, he sought the spot that would send her over the edge. She moaned, tossing her head, panting, grabbing at him, her hips jerking, her legs trembling. Close. So close...?

“Come, Sarah! Come!” he begged her, panting with her. His fingers sliding frantically now.

Her body stiffened and she groaned, her head flung back as she arched up into his touch and he felt her flesh tighten and flutter against his fingers.

Her moans as she trembled and slowly collapsed back onto the bed, panting, made his cock tremble sympathetically, a bolt of desire making him leak further.

He groaned, pressing himself into the bed to assuage the ache.

He stilled his fingers, cupping her gently as he withdrew slowly. He found her mouth and kissed her. “Sarah?” He leaned over her, scanning her face. She was flushed, her eyes heavy. “Will you take me into your body now?”

Her eyes widened. “Yes, Robert.” Her voice was low and slumberous.

His heart was beating fast, his groin hard and heavy.

He doubted he would last all that long this first time.

He settled between her legs, his weight on his elbows.

He bent and kissed her softly. “This may hurt, I’m sorry.

It will be better next time, I promise.” His voice strained, hoarse with a desire he was barely able to control.

She nodded, and he reached between them to position his cock at her entrance. Notching it in place, he took a breath and pushed. There was a little resistance and she gasped, he pushed again, and the resistance gave, and he slid inside her tight wet heat.

He groaned, closing his eyes. So good!

Resisting the overpowering urge to push deeper, to thrust hard, he held still and opened his eyes. He searched her face for signs of pain. Her expression was strangely blank.

“All right?”

She nodded, and reached up to stroke his hair, which had fallen forward over his face. “Yes, just a—a pinch.”

He moved forward until he was fully seated. Her face registered a slight grimace, and he held still, his heart thudding. “I’m sorry,” he said, dropping apologetic kisses on her face. She shifted under him, her arms coming round his shoulders.

“It’s all right,” she said softly.

He found her mouth and, holding still inside her with a supreme effort, he kissed her deeply. “Lift your legs up a bit. It might help.”

He was going to explode in a moment if he couldn’t move. It was an exquisite form of torture. She lifted her knees and the angle changed, pushing him deeper. She gasped and he groaned.

“Better or worse?” he asked anxiously, panting.

“Better,” she said, moving under him in a way that made him moan and move his hips involuntarily.

“Sarah, I need to move, I—” His breathing was erratic, his heart thumping.

“Yes,” she said, slightly breathless. “Yes, please . . .”

With a groan, he moved, withdrawing slowly and plunging back in, his desire rising even as he battled to contain it.

Watching her as he did it, straining to hold a slow pace, she smiled, and with relief he kept moving, gradually gaining momentum until he had a steady rhythm. It felt so damned good...

Irresistibly, his speed increased, she moved under him, restless, panting with him. He kissed her, random kisses, hard, soft, deep, her hands stroked over his back, sending tingles down his spine, making his buttocks go taut.

Fuck! He broke the last kiss, his head flung back in a loud groan as he hit the point of no return and came shatteringly hard.

His body convulsed with a wave of deep pleasure; his seed loosed in a hard rush of pulsing heat.

The wave was exquisite, flooding his whole body and taking him from bowstring tight to limp in a wash of eddying pleasure.

He collapsed on her, panting, little grunts of residual aftershocks trembling through his body.

My God . . . devastating . . .

He lay listening to his heavy heartbeat and recovering his breath.