London of centuries past was not as pleasant as it was now in the modern age, so it made sense as to how all the big country mansions were built in the first place. Funny to think that we were doing the same thing the owners of centuries ago had done. Living in London and visiting the country for a break. We were having fun playing house and that’s all that concerned me.
Still made me laugh to think that they’d referred to this monstrosity of stones as a “cottage.” I shook my head as I headed around to the back of the house to find her. I’d given Robbie strict instructions to keep her occupied while I was on a stealth errand to pick up her birthday present. Yeah, my girl was twenty-five years old today and had a celebration coming her way this afternoon.
I came out through the arch that led to the gardens and looked for her, and there she was. Playing in the flowers. She wouldn’t call it playing, but she looked like she was having a good time, garden gloves and trowel in hand, planting an ancient looking urn with some lacy green vines.
The gardens had appealed to Brynne from the first day we set foot on the property. I thought it was interesting even though she claimed to not know much about plants. She’d been talking about wanting to learn ever since she’d seen my mother’s garden at my dad’s London house. The place where I’d asked her to marry me.
Robbie James, the gardener we’d inherited when we bought Stonewell, was helping her with the different beds and plantings, getting everything refreshed from some years of neglect when the house had been empty. I was happy to see she had chosen a lot of purple flowers, which were her favorites. I knew that, of course. I’d sent her purple flowers the very first time…and she had given me a second chance. I glanced up at the clouds and gave a silent thank you to angels who believed in second chances.
So Brynne was really taking to this part of her new life, and that made me glad. If she wanted to play in the dirt then she should. But, she was strictly an observer on the labour aspect though. I made sure Robbie understood no lifting anything heavier than a garden hose for her. If she tried to do too much I’d better hear about it, so I could put a stop to it.
I waved to him from across the turf, letting him know I’d returned and that his Brynne duties were finished. I gave him the thumbs up and he saluted back. Birthday gift was sorted and everything ready to go. I grinned at what she would say when she saw what I’d done.
I snuck up behind her and covered her eyes with my hands. “Guess who.”
“You’re very late, you know. We’ll have absolutely no time for our lover’s tryst now. My husband will be back any minute and he’ll go crazy if he finds you here.”
Damn, she’s quick with the mouth. “I work fast. I’ll be in and out before he knows a thing.”
“Oh, my God.” She spun around and put her hands on my chest, laughing and shaking her head at me. “You did not just make that joke to me.”
“What joke?” I deadpanned. “If we want to get in a quick shag before your jealous husband comes back we need to hurry up.”
She laughed and stepped back from me, making a great show of taking off her garden gloves, enjoying the hell out of this game we were playing. Her hair was up again, just the way I liked it to be, so I could have the pleasure of taking it down when I got her in bed.
The coy and mischievous smile on her face was a sure sign telling me she was up to something though. I held on for her to make her move, both of us doing the stand-off, waiting, plotting, and grinning like fools.
She dropped the gloves at my feet.
My c**k woke up.
Her eyes lowered seductively…and then she spun on her heels and took off running for the house.
Yes! I gave her about a two-second lead before I went after her.
Catching her was going to be f**king heaven.
BRYNNE rode me with expertise, rotating her hips in a circle that made the walls of her cunt grip me so tightly I knew it wouldn’t take much longer before I was gone.
“Oh, Ethan…you’re so hard,” she said breathlessly, “you feel so good.”
“You make me hard, so I can f**k you like this.” I gripped her hips and angled her back slightly. I liked to see us f**king, our bodies colliding, connecting. It got me off.
But I needed to get Brynne off first, before anything.
“Hold your tits in your hands for me.”
And like the perfect lover she was, she cradled one in each palm, like an offering up to me, as if they were a prized piece of fruit. Perfect f**kin’ analogy there. Brynne’s br**sts had always been succulent works of art, but they were changing from her pregnancy. In a very good way. They were even more succulent now.
As she pinched the dark pink ni**les that were budded up tight and high in the center of those voluptuous beauties, she cried out. I could see the clear signs of her pleasure melding with that fine edge of pain, and made my move to bring her the rest of the way. I brought my fingers to her clit and worked the slippery nub as she continued to take the spearing of my swelling cock.
Nuclear explosion imminent, I waited for the first convulsion from inside her to suction and pull at my shaft. That’s all it would take right now. Her going off would bring me to follow her within seconds. I knew what she did to me and it was always f**king magnificent.
“Ooooohhh…I’m coming…” she crooned on a breathy groan.
So beautiful in all her bare, naked glory, she found her pleasure, those wide brown eyes of hers sparking amber fire down at me.
“Oh, yes, oh, yes!” I followed my girl down the path of explosive pleasure the instant her eyes connected with mine, her internal shudders and reflexive gripping drawing every last bit of spunk out of the tip of my cock. I kept on f**king, working it in deep. I know it was crass of me, but I wanted my cum in her. Like that way I could stay inside her even when I wasn’t.