“Well,” she says. “If you are resolved upon getting me with child, then I suppose we should continue to try the experiment.”
I am surprised to hear her speak so lightly of the matter. But I can’t say it doesn’t arouse me.
“I am at your service. You need only tell me what you want. Although sometimes I think the favor you prefer most from me is not the type that gets a lady with child.”
She laughs at that. “You are right—thatis one of my favorite things. But it is notthefavorite.”
“And what is that? I would dearly like to know.”
“I like riding you,” she says. At the words, I growharder.
“I like that too,” I say. “Very much. It is the first way that I ever had you. And so it might be my favorite as well. Although I would need to think of it to truly decide. Your talents in the bedchamber are, after all, considerable.”
To my surprise, she slithers down the length of my body and takes my cock in her mouth. I grip her shoulder and then lace my fingers in her hair.
“Annabelle,” I say. “That is this is not what we discussed.”
She doesn’t listen and sucks me instead. She takes me so deep that the head of my cock touches the back of her throat. She barely moves, letting her throat tickle the head of my cock.
“Annabelle,” I gasp. “That is too good. You are too good to me, my love.”
She answers by murmuring slightly and the vibrations of her voice—combined with the undulations of her throat—cause me to come off in her mouth.
I groan. “That will not get you with child.”
“But you enjoyed it immensely,” she says.
“You are very generous.”
“And I wanted to conduct an experiment on you.”
Such a bold pronouncement surprises me. “What is that?”
“I suspect you capable of great stamina.”
And with that, she places her hand on my cock and begins to stroke me ever so slightly.
Curiously, I begin to harden again. We have never attempted to have intercourse again so quickly. I had not thought it possible. The books I read about the marital state and its relations proclaimed a rest necessary for male health. My cock appears not to have learned that lesson, however.
In a few minutes I am hard again.
“See,” she says. “I wondered if this would be the case.”
“Is this normal for a man? In your experience?”
“It varies from man to man—and is partially dependent on age. But I would say that you are extraordinary in this capacity nevertheless. But I figured that this way you needn’t worry about coming too quickly. You always mention that it worries you.”
It is true that I feel steadier now. I still want her very badly, but I do not have that ever-pressing fear of spending too quickly.
“Incredible.”
It will never cease to amaze me how well she can read my body.
For a moment, I just lie on my back, my head against the pillows, marveling at the situation in which I find myself.
And then her hands are on my shoulders, and she climbs on top of me, fitting herself over my hard length.
Within moments, I am impaled within her, and she merely sits there.
