“That’s the way, darling. Take what you want. Be greedy,” he encouraged as he slid a second finger into her tight, slick quim.
He stared at her as he pumped his fingers faster, harder. He trailed his other hand up to her breasts and rolled her nipple between his fingers.
She pressed her head back against the floor; her plump lips slightly parted as she moaned her pleasure. A cascade of silver-streaked golden hair fanned out around her, and her smooth skin flushed pink.
She was stunning. So sweet, and all his.
Giles brought his tongue back to the tiny bud between her thighs and licked her essence as she bucked hard against his mouth. Then he suckled as he stroked his fingers inside of her, driving her mad with passion.
“Oh. Oh, Heavens. Giles,” she pressed against him, her fingers tangled in his hair as she came undone. Her quim quivered beneath his touch. Her release washing over his fingers and tongue as it burst free.
“Yes, darling?” He said, his tone teasing.
She went limp. Her legs and bottom falling to the rug as her legs shook.
“That,” she drew in a shaky breath, “was very nice.”
“Nice?” He arched an amused brow.
She nodded. “Yes.”
He positioned himself between her thighs. “Then, I will endeavor to make this mind-shattering.”
She thrust her hips, drawing his cock deep into her quim.
He stared into her smoldering blue eyes as he thrust into her again and again.
She brought her hands to his shoulders and arched her hips, taking him deeper still. Her gaze bore into his as she moaned and cried his name.
Giles thought, this joining… his wife… being inside of her… was Heaven.
She raked her fingernails up his back, and he thrust harder.
He kissed and suckled at the flesh of her throat as he drove her back to the edge of desire.
“Ah… Oh, God. Oh, Giles…” Her moans increased as she reached her precipice.
She moved with him, her hips following his rhythm, her heels pressed into his buttocks, pulling him closer as she dug her fingers into his lower back.
He thrust faster, harder, until they were both panting and wild with need.
She tossed her head back and closed her eyes on a final moan as her quim tightened and throbbed around his cock.
He plowed into her again and again. His own orgasm tore through him, his seed spilling deep within her.
Giles pressed a kiss to her sweat slicked brow, then slid his cock free of her quim. He rolled to his side and gathered her close. For long moments, he simply held her and enjoyed the afterglow of their lovemaking.
“Will you always be faithful to me?” Juliet asked, her breathing still heavy.
He hugged her closer and said, “You are the only woman I shall ever want.”
Thoughts of his parents came flooding into his mind.
After what his mother and father had put their family through, he could no more stomach the idea of hurting Juliet than he would willingly go to the gallows. Old wounds opened, anger seeping into his pores.
Both of his parents dishonored their vows, their family, and each other. Father had a string of mistresses he brazenly carted before Mother. She grew angry, then took on a stable of lovers, she made no secret of it.
Their actions hurt each other a great deal, yet neither seemed capable of ceasing the damaging behavior. Mother would rail and cry about how Father carried on and the heartache it caused her. Father would scream and carry on about how Mother embarrassed and degraded him with her actions.
