“Uhhh,” she said and raised her hips.
He did it again.
“Nnngh.” She gave the sweetest of little grunts.
This spurred him and he thrust again, feeling quite wild now, and once more and another time to boot and she was grabbing his buttocks, pulling him into her, and he was mindlessly focused on a single driving urgency and she was saying his name and he was saying he loved her and then a spasm ripped through his body and he felt himself spend inside her glorious tightness.
He fell to the side of her, still inside her for the time being, and she immediately turned her head to look at him and put both her hands on both sides of his head.
“Alasdair,” she said.
He could not speak.
“Alasdair, we are going to have such a good married life together. And dozens of redheaded babies.”
His mouth found hers and he kissed his beautiful wife.
Later on, he did reconsider his position about her mouth on his member and he was very glad he did.
In the morning, the total score stood at twenty-three to twenty-two, Arabella having kept her lead, narrowly. As per Alasdair’s system, points went to the one who caused the climax, not the one who had it. They agreed that coitus counted as a point to Arabella if only Alasdair climaxed and a point each if they both climaxed. Arabella felt quite accomplished in keeping her lead because Alasdair had a decided advantage since she recovered more quickly than he did. But she kept her mouth shut. It was not really fair to rub it in that her physiology allowed her so much more pleasure than his did. But she honestly gave him all the points he earned and just worked that much harder to keep her lead.
And when the sun rose, two naked, wrung-out specimens of the human race sprawled on the bed, Alasdair on his back, Arabella on her stomach with her upper body and her cheek on his chest. She was completely still. One of his hands was making lazy circles on her back.
She felt very sure that sometime during the night they had made a baby.
And then she raised her head and said, “Alasdair?”
“Aye?”
“Would you like a draw?”
For a moment, he looked confused. And then he understood and smiled and carefully rolled over, flipping her onto her back.
“Which way would ye like me to earn my point, Arabella? I dinnae think I can be inside ye right now, but my hand or my mouth?”
“Your hand, Alasdair, your marvelous fingers, so that I can kiss your mouth and look at your face at the same time.” After all, the baby had been made and the poor man deserved some rest.
“And I can tell ye I love ye as ye shake,” he murmured and put his hand between her legs and she felt those gentle fingers begin to explore her already wet folds.
“There two conditions, however,” she said.
He stilled his hand.
“Conditions?”
“First, we end the game in a draw and give up keeping score.”
“Aye.”
“And you admit that you were wrong. Entirely. About women having lust.”
His face and neck then turned the most delicious deep, dark red and he was naked so she could observe that it did start at his neck and spread up but sadly from his chest down, he did not blush at all.
“I have been wrong about many things, Arabella, but I can admit that I was more wrong about that than anything else, as ye have proven.”
“Oh, Alasdair, I do love you,” she said and threw her arms around his neck and she kissed him with an ardor that matched the intensity of their first kiss in this room fourteen hours earlier.
He then began to touch her in the way that she liked and her breathing turned into panting as they kissed and she groaned into his mouth.
