He eased back in, and fire raced along his cock. Right after this stroke, he would pull out. His balls pressed against her arse, and a small sound from Amanda caused his head to snap up. That hadn’t sounded like pain.
Slowly, too slowly for his demanding cock, he withdrew to his tip then slid his way back into heaven. He watched Amanda’s reactions all the while.
And there it was. That moment when a woman’s whimper of distress transformed into a moan of pleasure. The best fucking moment in the world.
A little faster, he retreated and plunged. Her body went completely limp and a throaty little groan escaped those pink lips.
Halle-fucking-lulah. She was there with him. He trembled in relief. He didn’t have to stop. His shoulders tensed, and the need to piston his way to oblivion almost overwhelmed him. But he could still hurt her, tear her delicate skin, so he clamped down on his control.
Julius focused his gaze on the pucker where his cock disappeared into her body. The sight alone almost made him come. Her creamy skin was flushed pink and looking as dewy as a rose in the morning’s mist. He ran his fingers around the ropes, making sure her skin wasn’t pinched. The tips of his fingers scraped along the hemp and then were soothed by the silky softness of her skin. Grabbing the cables at her knees, he jerked her onto his cock.
They moaned together.
Dropping his head back, he stared at the canopy, his eyes glazing over. Nothing had ever felt so good. And no one had ever submitted so sweetly to his ropes. After all that Amanda had borne, the fact that she trusted him with her body, with her pleasure, would have brought him to his knees if he hadn’t already been there.
He pulled out to his head and looked back to where they joined. His cock was dark purple and thick with veins, and he knew he wouldn’t last long. He pounded harder, and his balls knocked against her lower lips.
She mewled and dug her fingers into the counterpane. Tension gathered between her shoulder blades, but Julius knew this time it was from anticipation. Each slap of skin on skin dragged a whimper from her mouth. She strained against the rope, trying to match his pace.
“Don’t fight it.” The words were strained, and he forced them out of his parched throat. “I’ll get you there. Don’t worry.” Bending, he kissed the nape of her neck, tasting the salty sweetness of her skin.
His thrusts became jerky, his body past control. Instinct took over, and he drove into her, over and over. One hand at her shoulder and one at her hip, he took and gave in equal measure.
Amanda’s arse twitched around his cock. Her skin flushed and heat rolled off of her. Her crisis was nearing, but he needed her to get there now. He was so close and couldn’t leave her behind. He slipped his hand around her hip and circled the spot she needed.
She arched her back and the ropes snapped taut. “Julius,” she pleaded. “Don’t stop. Please God, don’t stop.”
His throat tightened along with the rest of his muscles and he couldn’t reassure her. Words were beyond him. But there was no way in hell he would stop. His balls pulled close to his body. A tingle started low at the base of his spine, and he resisted the spiral towards oblivion.
He tried to loosen his grip at her shoulder, knowing his fingers bit into her skin, but his hand wasn’t obeying his mind. He yanked her into his thrusting hips, shaking with denied need.
His finger faltered at her nub, the circular motion too complex for a brain that had gone black. He pinched down, hard, and prayed.
Amanda opened her mouth on a silent scream. Her whole body convulsed. The muscles surrounding him clamped down, and Julius could hold out no more.
A sound he didn’t recognize tore from his throat, something primitive, elemental. Her arse gripped him so tightly he couldn’t thrust through his orgasm. Could only rock into her channel. Pulse after pulse of his seed was ripped from his cock until he thought he’d never be able to come again. With one last twitch, he collapsed over her, completely spent.
Their chests rose and fell as one. The skin of her back was hot and damp against his stomach and chest. He buried his nose in her hair and let the scent of her heat and lavender soap flood his senses.
“Are we still alive?” Amanda asked, a shaky laugh in her voice.
Julius didn’t know and didn’t care. As long as he was with her, he was happy.
His muscles felt like dough, and there were other parts of him he didn’t feel at all. But rope still bound Amanda, so he forced himself up. With one hand on her lower back and the other gripping the base of his cock, he eased from her channel.
Her arsehole winked at him, his come slipping from the opening and rolling down to her cunny. The sight was almost enough to make him hard again.
Untying his ropes, he stretched Amanda out, making sure her skin pinked, rubbing away any soreness. He went to the pitcher of water on his nightstand, wet a rag, and cleaned them both. She was boneless beneath his hands, her eyes closed to narrow slits.
“I love your hands on me.” Her words were slurred with fatigue. “And I loved feeling you release inside of me.”
Was that all she loved? Julius pulled the coverlet over her and tugged her into his side. He held her tight, knowing that made it easier for her to drift off.
He watched as her breathing evened out, as her head fell to the side. He watched her until the fire sputtered in its grate and burned out.
Something had changed between them, and life had just become complicated. He knew this, but his mind was blank when it came to what needed to be done about it.
Marriage was the obvious solution. Sweat beaded on his forehead. Being bound to one woman, even one as wonderful as Amanda, wasn’t something he could bear. And children he would need to protect from harm? There was a war going on with those upstart Americans. Two wars really, if one considered that the cessation of hostilities with France was likely to end at any moment. How was a man supposed to ensure his family’s safety in wartime?
