All she managed was “What do you’re think you’re doing?” before he shoved her into the water. The force of her fall rendered the barely-there sari unusable. The fragile red silk floated to the surface before undulating away like a lost child. The delicate dress nearly made it to a dark corner when it suddenly combusted into a tower of flames after colliding with a floating, mirrored candle disc.
The spectacle had so taken her breath away, she was unprepared when Stephen claimed her from behind. He pulled her with him down into the depths of the pool while firmly seating his cock in her cunny from behind. The buoyancy of the water made the position easier for both of them, and when he straightened his legs, she reached for the tiled side of the pool the better to bend and accommodate his deepening of his cock within her.
The feel of him inside her only intensified the effect of the aphrodisiac herbs, instead of sating the need burning between them. For the first time, she began to doubt the wisdom of what she’d so carefully planned to make Stephen insatiable.
After a long while, what they’d both burned for had turned into a burning soreness. Once they’d both climbed out of the pool and sat staring at each other, Stephen began to laugh.
“What?” She was going to kill him if he dared make fun of her.
Instead of answering, he pulled her gently to his side and began another exploration of her mouth with his tongue. His cock still jutted out against her thigh as if they hadn’t just experienced what was probably the longest, most sustained lovemaking either of them had ever encountered.
She squirmed away, out of contact with his raging member. “Why did you laugh?”
“Because here we are, two of the silliest lovers in history. Now that we’ve thoroughly gorged ourselves on desire brought on by your excellent supper, we’ve both apparently had too much of a good thing.” He began laughing uncontrollably again.
She slapped him hard on his bare shoulder. “Perhaps we should move on to dessert.”
“More aphrodisiacs?”
“No.” She shook her head vigorously. “Just the fruit of my harmless, lovable banana plants.”
He gave her a second suspicious look. “If you’re sure you’re not feeding me my last supper...”
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Stephen tuckedinto the banana dessert Jane had concocted and wondered if his prick would ever return to sanity again. The sweet consisted of a melted curry butter poured over the mashed bananas and topped with finely chopped walnuts.
The outline of Jane’s breasts called to him through the equally thin robe she’d donned after the sari bonfire. Her cheeks were still flushed from the extended lovemaking they’d gone through earlier, and she seemed a bit calmer herself. The more of the dessert he ate, the more settled he felt, and the more his John Thomas managed to return to some semblance of parade rest.
He leaned in close to her, licking the last of the sweetness from his spoon. “Do you know what I’d like to do?”
She didn’t answer, but her mouth opened into an “O,” and her swollen, pouty lips curved in unspoken assent. Her smile told him everything he wanted to hear. She didn’t know what he wanted to do, but she was all in.
He walked around to her side of the table and lifted her up. Carrying her to the chaise longue at the end of the pool, he settled her carefully, as if he were creating an artistic tableau. He loosened the sash on her robe and arranged the top half to frame her breasts as if they were on display at the Royal Academy. He blew a kiss when he’d finished and pointed a finger toward her, signaling she shouldn’t move until he’d returned. He retrieved the remains of her saucy banana dessert and returned to the chaise, settling in by her side.
The first spoonful of the warm, sticky concoction he applied to the rosy bud crowning the breast nearest his mouth. When he quickly sucked the sweet from her breast before the mess could slide onto her robe, she moaned in pleasure. “Please,” she begged.
“Please what?”
“Please make love to me.”
He stuck the spoon back into his mouth as if considering her request before quickly laving another glob onto the other breast. His sucking deepened and lingered this time until she was writhing as if in pain.
He stopped immediately when unshed tears pooled in her dark eyes. “I’m so sorry, Jane. What have I done to hurt you?”
“Please, please make love to me,” she sobbed.
He climbed onto the chaise with her and began by gently stroking up and down her legs with his hands. When he finally moved his caresses to her inner thighs, she trembled like a leaf clinging to an oak before a storm.
He gently bent her legs at the knees and folded them against her chest before kneeling in front of her and sliding his cock deep within her. She shuddered with small explosions of pleasure while he rocked into her very core until finally he gave her a questioning look. The silent pleading in her eyes told him everything he needed to know. He rolled her on top of him without a word and urgently moved both of them to completion, letting his hot flow of seed course within her. She writhed in pleasure and held him inside, refusing to let go. No matter what she’d said before, her body was saying something else. She was his.
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Friday,April 28, 1826
Trevellyn House
Combe Down, England
