“No! We’re animals, George. I want to be an animal with you. Tup me.”
He just looked at her face.
“Lift up my nightdress and tup me.”
He didn’t move.
She got off her hands and went upright on her knees and tugged at her nightdress, bringing it to her waist. Then she went back down onto her elbows, arching her back, very conscious that her bottom was bared and pointing right at him.
“Now,” she said, trying to use the same kind of voice he had used when he had told her to get on her knees.
Phoebe kept her head forward, away from him. She did not look at him. She would not look at him. Something about her face had stopped him in the middle of their passion after he had pushed her onto the bed, ready to take her.
And he must like her plump arse. He had seized the opportunity to grab it so many times in his bedchamber.
She spread her knees farther apart, backed up more, half of each of her shins now hanging off the edge of the mattress. A trickle of her arousal was on her thigh. She was dripping. She heard nothing but her own heavy breathing, her heartbeat in her chest. There was no touch on her skin anywhere from him. She didn’t even know if he was still standing behind her. He could have gone back out the window for all she knew, frightened by her demand. Rejecting her again, as he had all those years ago when she had hinted he was looking at her breasts in her father’s library.
She waited. A sound of pain, a rustling, and he was holding both cheeks of her bottom, squeezing them. His hard cock was against her, rubbing against her crack, between her cheeks, the tip going over her wet entrance.
“Yes,” she said, but her word was lost in the room with his groan.
She turned her head and put her cheek on the mattress. She arched her back more, pushing against him.
Her fleshy sitting place felt his hard, flat abdomen. She thought she could feel his hair there, his linen shirt hanging down. She wished she had not quite so much flesh so she could get closer to him. Still he rubbed his shaft along her cleft and groaned.
But she was a mare and she wanted to be mounted by her stallion.
She put a hand between her legs and grabbed his cock. It was so hard, so big in her hand. She went forward a little, put the head of him at her entrance and pushed back.
He was inside her.
He might have groaned again but she did not know because a sound erupted from her own mouth. It was strident and wild and came from deep in her gut.
I’m squealing. Like a mare.
She began moving forward and back, sawing him in and out of her. His hands found her waist and held it in a tight grip.
George was right, as he always was. It was a different pleasure. And not just because of the bestial position, the stimulation to her backside. His cock went deeper, rubbed some place far inside of her, some place that made her want to throw her head back and scream as he did. That made her want to run away. That made her want to pass out on this bed, delirious with her own ecstasy. All three things at once.
One hand off her waist, pushing her nightdress toward her head, his waistcoat scratching her back, his hand clutching her breast tight to her body. Both hands, the one on the breast and the one still on her waist, pulling her into him, as his tongue went over her back and she felt teeth sink into a shoulder blade.
A wash of insanity. A release was upon her from his deep, driving thrusts. His hand was on her mouth, muffling her cries, as her whole body shook and clenched and squeezed. Control and reason fled, chased by the purest pleasure.
Huh, huh, huh. Unh.
And then she was spent. Well and truly spent. His hand came off her mouth and she felt herself ready to fall but his hands were back on her waist, pulling her onto him as he plunged into her. The slapping together of their skins and the sounds of her wetness filled her ears even as his cock filled her and the rest of her body felt empty.
A gasp. He was out of her, one hand off her, and she was entirely empty.
“Don’t scream,” she said, suddenly terrified.
His strangled whisper. “Don’t move.”
Squelching sounds. Warm wetness on her backside. He let go of her completely.
With no one, nothing holding her up, she collapsed completely on the bed. Flat, unmoving.
Time passed and she could not think.
