Erasmus placed a finger on her chin, tilting her face up so she’d meet his eyes. “I love you,” he said. “And I love caring for you. And when you call me ‘Daddy,’ it makes me long to plant my seed in your belly so I might be a father yet again.”
The hunger in her husband’s eyes took Amy’s breath away. He was a man of civilization who could draw forth something older than writing, an aching connection that bound humans and their ancestors across time.
And now, that ache consumed her, too. It was time to join, to mate, and maybe someday bear fruit again.
“I’ve not done this before.” Her cheeks flushed when she recalled that her husband would not encounter a maidenhead when he pushed into her body for the first time. “Not this way,” she corrected.
When Erasmus was quiet, she pointed between their faces a few times. She meant to say she’d not experienced the act so intimately, but her mouth seemed too small for her tongue and her teeth were all in the way.
“Then let me show you the way, my love,” he said, his expression comprehending.
“I’ll make a little space for myself here, inside of you,” he continued, spreading her inner lips and angling his hips so the head of his member rested against that sensitive opening. “Are you well?”
“I am.”
“Then I’ll stay here a moment and let you get used to me.”
Amy felt the initial ring of her channel stretch to accept him, that hot, hard piece she’d longed to have there during all those nights alone.
“Breathe through it,” he instructed. “You don’t have to take it all at once.”
She was just getting accustomed to his member within her body when Erasmus dipped his head and flicked his tongue over her nipple.
Her hands flew to his head, covering his ears, and her hips instinctively jerked. Thus, he slid in her just a little more.
“That’s it, my darling, fuck yourself onto my cock,” he growled.
Such crude words from a cultured man! Which only made her blood hotter, forcing her to chase the deep pressure and slide.
Amy was making tiny bleating noises as she moved her body to take more of her husband within.
“Is there more?” she asked, quite winded.
Erasmus looked down and smirked. “You’ve done so well. Shall I give you the rest?”
She nodded yes.
“Then let me in,” he said, pushing himself all the way until the tidy hairs around his manhood pressed against her skin.
She felt full. Stretched. Claimed by a loving man.
“Breathe, Amy,” he whispered, nuzzling her temple as he remained still while she acclimated to the size.
Air escaped in a rush. Her body melted into the bed. Her slickness combined with a shiver of her hips to make him move inside of her.
“You’re so good,” he intoned. “Such a good girl.”
Amy regarded her husband with some mistrust. “I didn’t realize gentlemen could be so…”
Erasmus raised an eyebrow.
“So sizable. And lusty. And, well, crude,” she said, rocking her hips again to shift the thick weight of him within her.
Her country gentleman husband laughed, clearly delighted by the way she’d characterized him and his manhood.
“You thought—”
“Incorrectly!” she exclaimed, embarrassed at her admission.
