“No, no,” she demurred, resting her head against his shoulder. But her muscles remained tense, ready to catch herself should the need arise.
He dropped her on the bed, and she fell back, breath gusting out in relief. He flipped her and unlaced her gown and her stays under it, fumbling under the layers until he located the tapes of her petticoats. Rolling her back over, he yanked at her garments until she was naked.
Dazed with pleasure and in awe of his forcefulness, so absent in public, she remained compliant. When her right wrist and ankle were tugged away from her side, she realized she was lying on the diagonal, and he was buckling one tether around the head post. He did the same with a footpost, and she was again at his mercy.
Robert stepped away to snuff all the candles and screen the fire. Only then did he return to stand near the footpost and stare up her length. In quick motions, he kicked off his shoes, then dropped his hand to his breeches and shucked them before shedding his shirt and climbing onto the bed between her legs.
She wished he hadn’t dimmed the light in the room to near-darkness. His broad form looked delicious, and she desired to at least see her fill, given that she could not touch him.
“Now, you were saying? Or begging, as I recall?” His words distracted her from wishing for a better view, bringing her need rushing back to her hot, wet core.
“Fuck me, Robert. Please.”
****
Thank heavens. He hadn’t been sure how much longer he could hold out.
He’d been worried he would rip her clothes, he’d been in such a hurry to see her naked again.
Then she was spread for him, all her gorgeous peaches and cream barely visible in the dark but accessible for his pleasure as well as hers. She was at his mercy, and he had none.
Having undressed after dimming the room, he did not want her eyes to become accustomed to the darkness. Best that she not see his tree-trunk-like shape unclothed. Even the thought dimmed his pleasure for a moment, his shaft bobbing.
Her begged request to be fucked saved him from spiraling downward. He tugged on protection, then his cock was at her opening. He held it to her entrance, swirling it in her essence before inching inside.
Her inner muscles squeezed him, trying to pull him into her faster, harder.
He stifled a gasp. This was heaven. She was an angel—a slightly devilish one, mayhap, but an angel—sent for his rapture.
He blocked the sensations caused by the clasp of her channel, ignoring the pulses from his cock to his bollocks. On his knees, gaze on the shadows where they joined, he edged in an inch.
She thrashed. By bending her knees, she could create slack for her hands, but not enough to grab him and yank him to her. Raising her hips, she tried to impale herself on him, but he laughed and held her still.
Another thrill shot from his belly to the tip of his cock, making him shudder. He’d known she’d be as active a participant as he’d allow. He also suspected her eagerness in the past had prevented her from scaling the highest peak of pleasure, and he was determined to give her that.
Finally, he was buried to the hilt. He leaned over her, careful not to put his weight on her, and nipped her breast.
She moaned, and her hands opened and closed to gesture him closer. “Robert, I want to feel all of you.”
He consented to lower to his elbows, dying for the brush of her breasts against him, but still wary of crushing her. Her nipples caught on his fur as he shifted in and out of her once, and they both sucked in ecstatic breaths.
He wanted to linger and take in every point of touch, every rub, and luxuriate in the pleasure each evoked. His cock leaped at the idea. Simultaneously, it demanded he pound her harder and faster. His bollocks tightened.
“Ehh. Stop. Faster. Please.”
He chuckled. She did better with “oh.” At least he was not the only one with muddled thoughts about making this last.
He withdrew, then drove into her. And again.
She was so sensitive after all the foreplay torture, she only needed a third thrust before everything contracted around him, her thighs and inner muscles locking tight and milking him. Her eyes squeezed shut, and he watched the pleasure wash over her.
The inferno that had been building in him tightened into a fireball in his belly before erupting outward, sending tingles of heat into her, outward to his fingers, toes, scalp.
“Robert!” Her yell was loud enough anyone in that wing might have heard.
He kissed her, swallowing her shout, and sighed into her mouth as he shuddered with the last of his release.
She lay limp as he clambered off the bed, taking care of the cock sheath and donning a nightshirt before he unbuckled her tethers and rolled her under the covers. He spooned behind her, drifting toward sleep.
