“Give your loving husband a present he’ll remember,” growled Erasmus into his wife’s ear. “Bare your body and stretch out on our bed.”
She was a good girl and freed herself of everything but the new ribbon in her hair. Quickly, she tossed the counterpane aside and lay on the sheets. Could she possibly be as eager for this as he was?
Erasmus withdrew the letters and set them on the bed before proceeding to remove his shirtsleeves. He took up the pages and handed them to Amy, ready at last to hold her accountable for the angst she’d caused him.
“Read the place I’ve circled on that first page,” he said sternly.
“I suddenly can’t read,” she said, hiding a smile and turning her head into the pillow.
Erasmus came to the side of the bed, turned up the lamp, and poked at the missive. “The place I’ve circled. And open your legs.”
She read and opened her thighs at the most teasing speed imaginable. Erasmus cupped himself over his trousers and waited for a clear view of her slit, stiff and aching despite their night only just beginning.
“…I’d like to report that the little well you expressed an interest in has been producing considerable water,” she said. “Why,some might say it’s overflowing. I think you’ll be pleased when you return to inspect it.”
He unfastened his placket. “And did you think this was appropriate to write? Suitable to tell a man who was thousands of miles away from his loving wife?”
She let her legs fully open at last. Erasmus couldn’t help but gaze upon her spread little puss, that cunny visibly wet, just as she’d promised.
“I was merely reporting on the condition of the Abbey,” she said, a playful finger coming to her nipple to show where she wanted him. This night, after so many aching nights away, he’d give her new places to want him.
“I’m afraid I must away to inspect the well,” he said, making as if to go.
Amy laughed. What a sound, as dear to him as Thea’s increasingly fluent Greek and Latin and Phin’s kitten cries and burbles.
“Or I could,” he said, sliding onto the bed between her legs, “inspect your well.”
Erasmus reached up her body, over her belly, until he took her hand in his.
And then he lowered his mouth to her deliciously red cunny and licked up her wet slit.
“Oh!” exclaimed his wife, convulsing.
“I find I didn’t have enough at supper,” he said, tonguing her nub. “I’ll just have to eat you up.”
The rocking of her hips was at odds with the tormented shakes of her head, all possibility of speech seeming to have escaped her.
Good, it was time for her to be just as sensually afflicted as he’d been by her letters.
Placing two fingers at her swollen inner lips and spreading them so he could see his wife’s little hole, Erasmus finally spoke the words he’d been wanting to say for weeks.
“Read the letter where you told me about the state of the Abbey’s pipes.”
Chapter 8
Oh, she’d really cookedher goose now. When Amy had inserted a euphemistic phrase to let her husband know how much she desired him from afar, she hadn’t thought ahead to the consequences of her actions. Eventually, he would come home!
Truth be told, when he wrote back perfectly nice, even tender letters, she’d assumed that her sly references to the state of her thoughts and body had missed the mark. So she’d grown bolder, hoping to convey her meaning.
Clearly, he had understood her from the first.
“You wrote that the Abbey’s pipes are having problems, Amy. Yet I replaced those personally upon buying the place three years ago. So whatever could you mean?” he asked, one finger resting at the bottom of her channel, his fingertip not even the barest bit inside where she needed him.
“I simply thought,” she said, shuddering with unfulfilled need, “that you might wish to test them. It.”
“You want me to test it, do you, Amy?”
He pressed his finger in so slowly she wanted to cry.
