“Oh!” she sighed, bosom heaving.
Exchanging nipples, he suckled the right and played with the left with his finger.
“Silas,” she moaned pleadingly.
He moved to her belly, kissing down to her center. Her breath caught as he spread her legs. She gasped as his tongue flicked out, licking at every sensitive inch of her warm wetness.
Her hips jerked and she moaned, spreading her legs wider, wanting him to possess her.
“Silas, please.”
He grinned, sliding up her body to kiss her mouth, his arms holding her tight. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he slid easily into her.
She gave a long moan, breathing in his clean, sandalwood scent. Clutching at his buttocks, she pulled him deeper into her, unable to get enough of him.
Taking his cue from her, he began to thrust in earnest, the force of which had her moving up the bed. She cried out in delight, her hands spread wide as she arched her back and undulated her hips, helping him to go deeper inside of her.
“Silas,” she groaned.
He kissed her throat, growling as he held onto her shoulders and drove into her with passionate force.
“Oh, yes. Please,” she moaned.
He did as she asked, pushing her almost to the headboard but he placed his hand out in time to prevent her hitting her head.
“Helena,” he moaned her name as his hips stuttered, face red and veins standing out with the effort of his actions.
They kissed, hard and long, as their bodies danced in synchronous joy. He pulled back, burying his head in her neck, his breath warm on her skin as he drove her to ever increasing bliss with every thrust, every swirl of his hips, every press of his body into hers.
She wrapped her arms and legs tighter around him, groaning as she gave herself over to the pleasure of his lovemaking, her vision going white as climax took her over.
She collapsed onto the bed as he emptied his seed into her. Afterwards he held onto her tight, panting gently into hershoulder. Helena could not help the smile on her face as she squirmed a bit, at the wetness between her legs.
Suddenly, she gasped. “Oh, I am late,” she exclaimed.
Silas lifted his head from her shoulder, gazing at her quizzically, “Late for what?”
“My courses are late. Very late,” she said in wonder.
He sat up, staring at her in shock. “Are you sure?”
“Well, I’m sure that I’m late.”
“Oh,” he said, wonder in his eyes. His hand snaked onto her belly, rubbing gently. “Do you think that right now… in here…” He stared at her belly, as if he might see it growing if he looked long enough.
She sat up as well. “Now that I think about it, Ihavebeen feeling quite sick lately, especially in the morning. I’ve cast up my accounts at least three days this week.”
She could see how fast he was breathing. “God… I didn’t think it would happen this fast.”
“We’re not yet completely sure, Silas.”
“Yes, we will summon a physician to examine you in the morning.” He palmed her cheek, looking in her eyes. “But… now that I look at you…” he shook his head, “I must say that you’ve been looking even more lovely than usual lately. Your skin is aglow.” He rubbed her cheek, gazing lovingly at her. “Everything about you is… lit up.”
She blushed, looking away from him. “Now you’re being facetious,” she said.
“I am not, my beautiful wife. You are… luminescent.”
“Or you are seeing what you want to see.”
