intend to make a proper job of this, Wife, and you will not rush me.”
“Hah.” Leah wrapped her legs around his flanks and pressed her wet sex to his shaft.
“You do not play fair, my lady. And I adored you before you started breaking the rules.”
“I’m merely making a proper job of it,” Leah whispered in his ear just as her thumbs brushed over his nipples.
Holy everlasting… He loved his wife, loved this mischievous, tantalizing, playful, inventive side to her. Her mouth brushed over one of his nipples, while her hand slid down, down the length of his back to grip his fundament. Nick fought a moment’s panic as his arousal threatened his control.
Proper job or not, he wasn’t going to last much longer, not with his she-devil wife intent on her own goals. With unerring instinct, he pressed the tip of his cock against Leah’s sex and succeeded in distracting her from her various plots against his sanity.
“Nicholas?”
“Let me,” he whispered, sensing the question in her body and in her heart. “I love you, and I would give you this. Give us both this, if you’re willing.”
He slipped his forearms under her neck and cradled the back of her head in one hand. She curled up against his chest, so he felt more than saw her single nod. She laid her cheek against his chest in a gesture of surrender, and Nick felt his cock leap in response.
They weren’t even joined yet, he’d merely seated himself snugly against the opening to her body, and already, his arousal strained at the leash of his control. So he distracted himself, kissing her forehead, her eyes, her cheeks. He softly scraped her earlobe with his teeth and slipped one hand down to cup and knead a full breast then tug at a ruched nipple.
All the while, he pressed forward slowly with his cock, until Leah’s sex eased around him and teasing became the start of penetration. She exhaled, and Nick glided forward the first full inch.
“Steady,” Nick rasped when he felt her gather herself to roll her hips. “We’re just getting started.”
Started, indeed. Leah’s sheath convulsed around him in firm, glad contractions of pleasure, though she held completely still otherwise, as did he.
“Oh, my… Nicholas…” Her orgasm went on so long Nick thought he was going to expire from the frustration of holding still. He contented himself with tucking her face against his throat and synchronizing his breathing with hers, then counting the tight, murderously pleasurable spasms as they passed through her to him.
She held still through it all, but then pulled herself up to him in a snug embrace when the aftershocks had faded.
“You’re all right?” Nick asked, resting his cheek against her temple.
“That was wonderful. You are wonderful, but I want more, now, Nicholas, not in five minutes.”
Her voice had a purring quality that resonated through Nick bodily.
“You’ll have more,” he assured her, tentatively retreating from even the shallow ground he’d gained, then advancing again.
“Please, Nicholas.” She clutched at him with her legs around his flanks. “I need…”
“I know,” Nick replied softly, reassuring her with the beginning of a rhythm. “I know, lovey. I need, too.”
He plied her with more patience than he’d laid claim to in his entire life, easing forward, easing back, listening for the telltale hitch in breathing that might suggest he was moving too deeply, too quickly.
It never came. Instead, in the waiting stillness he heard the gradual acceleration of Leah’s breathing, the little sighs of pleasure and satisfaction, the soft groan of encouragement as she felt him truly stroking himself in and out of her body. When he was moving easily to her depths and back out again, Nick tightened his hold around Leah’s shoulders.
“Move with me,” he urged at last. “Love me back, lamb. Let me bring you pleasure.”
She lasted four well-coordinated strokes before her body gave itself up again to ecstatic contractions around his swollen cock. He thought he was going to outlast this onslaught as well, but then Leah added a purposeful clenching of her muscles to the thrust and buck of her pleasure.
Be gentle with her, for the love of God, be gentle…
“Nicholas!” Leah heaved up against him in a mighty shove of her hips, and gentleness was obliterated by mutual passion. Leah’s ankles locked at the small of Nick’s back, and she rode him in a hard resurgence of her orgasm. He met her thrusts with firm, measured strokes of his own, feeling pleasure bloom out from his cock to