tight bud of her clit, over and around,
setting up a tempo that had her hips swiveling in counterpoint. She plucked at
her nipple, pinching and releasing the peak until desire had her strung tight,
her breath leaving her in soft whimpers and sighs.
“Are you wet?” he asked around a low groan.
Georgie pushed two fingers through her folds, forward and
back, dragging over her clit, teasing them both, before easing one finger into
her quim. Slowly she withdrew it, only to thrust in once more, deeper, harder.
Hastings watched through slitted eyes, a muscle ticking
along his jaw.
Withdrawing her finger, she held it up to the light, showing
him the glistening moisture before bringing it to her lips. She drew the salty
flesh into her mouth, suckling daintily.
“I want to taste you.” Hastings’ voice was a rough whisper
and filled with command.
And his cock was in his hand.
Georgie watched him stroke the turgid length from base to
tip and back as she leaned forward to offer him her finger.
He sucked greedily, his eyes open and hungry on her and she
felt the pull deep within her core, as if he’d touched her there with his
avaricious mouth.
In the next moment, he was on his feet, one arm slashing
out, sending dishes and silverware, pheasant and potatoes flying about.
Porcelain and crystal shattered, forks and spoons shot across the room, one
silver platter spun crazily across the floor before slamming into the wall.
“My lord,” Georgie breathed in mingled surprise and
anticipation.
Hastings scooped her up, turning to deposit her on the
table, the cloth smooth and cool on her bare bottom. With his thighs wedged
between hers legs, his cock heavy at the opening to her body, he clasped her
head between his hands and tilted her face back, forcing her to meet his gaze.
Eyes glowing as blue as the hottest flame, jaw clamped tight,
face flushed, he might have been a Viking warrior, intent upon laying claim to
the bounty of war.
“Henry,” he growled, the sound seemingly ripped from some
dark place and forced out between clenched teeth. Notching the head of his
shaft into her body, he drew a raspy breath before thrusting hard and deep.
Sighing as he filled her, stretching her to the edge of
pain, she curled her hands around his arms, needing something to cling to as
desire claimed her. Hastings withdrew only to drive into her again and again,
lifting her from the table with each powerful lunge. Wrapping her legs around
his back, she met each forceful thrust with a twist of her hips, taking him
deep into her body. Bliss erupted, her cunny pulsing and clenching around his
pistoning shaft, the rolling waves ricocheting off his hard length to batter
her walls, sending her soaring higher and higher.
A laughter-laced moan fell from her lips, a cry of joy
building in her throat.
Georgie captured his mouth, sealed her lips over his, and
poured the soft cry into his mouth, the sound broken and tremulous.
Hastings’ tongue drove into her mouth, his fingers tangled
in her hair as he ruthlessly thrust into her body. She sighed into his mouth,
the final tremors of her climax giving way to the beginnings of the next.
Arching her back and dragging her nipples across his chest,
Georgie writhed against him, chasing an orgasm that hovered just on the
horizon.
Hastings groaned, his lips vibrating against hers, the sound
desperate and broken.
Between one breath and the next, Georgie fell into an abyss
of searing light and rollicking waves too overpowering to contain.
Breaking the kiss, she buried her face in the juncture of
his neck and shoulder, her mouth pressed against his warm flesh to muffle the
laughter that fought for freedom as she convulsed around his foraging cock.
“Christ almighty,” he groaned. “I can only take so much.”
Lost in her own pleasure, Georgie barely registered his
words.
Hastings thrust deep, pounding into her spasming quim, his
raspy breath hot against her temple.
“You’ll make me
setting up a tempo that had her hips swiveling in counterpoint. She plucked at
her nipple, pinching and releasing the peak until desire had her strung tight,
her breath leaving her in soft whimpers and sighs.
“Are you wet?” he asked around a low groan.
Georgie pushed two fingers through her folds, forward and
back, dragging over her clit, teasing them both, before easing one finger into
her quim. Slowly she withdrew it, only to thrust in once more, deeper, harder.
Hastings watched through slitted eyes, a muscle ticking
along his jaw.
Withdrawing her finger, she held it up to the light, showing
him the glistening moisture before bringing it to her lips. She drew the salty
flesh into her mouth, suckling daintily.
“I want to taste you.” Hastings’ voice was a rough whisper
and filled with command.
And his cock was in his hand.
Georgie watched him stroke the turgid length from base to
tip and back as she leaned forward to offer him her finger.
He sucked greedily, his eyes open and hungry on her and she
felt the pull deep within her core, as if he’d touched her there with his
avaricious mouth.
In the next moment, he was on his feet, one arm slashing
out, sending dishes and silverware, pheasant and potatoes flying about.
Porcelain and crystal shattered, forks and spoons shot across the room, one
silver platter spun crazily across the floor before slamming into the wall.
“My lord,” Georgie breathed in mingled surprise and
anticipation.
Hastings scooped her up, turning to deposit her on the
table, the cloth smooth and cool on her bare bottom. With his thighs wedged
between hers legs, his cock heavy at the opening to her body, he clasped her
head between his hands and tilted her face back, forcing her to meet his gaze.
Eyes glowing as blue as the hottest flame, jaw clamped tight,
face flushed, he might have been a Viking warrior, intent upon laying claim to
the bounty of war.
“Henry,” he growled, the sound seemingly ripped from some
dark place and forced out between clenched teeth. Notching the head of his
shaft into her body, he drew a raspy breath before thrusting hard and deep.
Sighing as he filled her, stretching her to the edge of
pain, she curled her hands around his arms, needing something to cling to as
desire claimed her. Hastings withdrew only to drive into her again and again,
lifting her from the table with each powerful lunge. Wrapping her legs around
his back, she met each forceful thrust with a twist of her hips, taking him
deep into her body. Bliss erupted, her cunny pulsing and clenching around his
pistoning shaft, the rolling waves ricocheting off his hard length to batter
her walls, sending her soaring higher and higher.
A laughter-laced moan fell from her lips, a cry of joy
building in her throat.
Georgie captured his mouth, sealed her lips over his, and
poured the soft cry into his mouth, the sound broken and tremulous.
Hastings’ tongue drove into her mouth, his fingers tangled
in her hair as he ruthlessly thrust into her body. She sighed into his mouth,
the final tremors of her climax giving way to the beginnings of the next.
Arching her back and dragging her nipples across his chest,
Georgie writhed against him, chasing an orgasm that hovered just on the
horizon.
Hastings groaned, his lips vibrating against hers, the sound
desperate and broken.
Between one breath and the next, Georgie fell into an abyss
of searing light and rollicking waves too overpowering to contain.
Breaking the kiss, she buried her face in the juncture of
his neck and shoulder, her mouth pressed against his warm flesh to muffle the
laughter that fought for freedom as she convulsed around his foraging cock.
“Christ almighty,” he groaned. “I can only take so much.”
Lost in her own pleasure, Georgie barely registered his
words.
Hastings thrust deep, pounding into her spasming quim, his
raspy breath hot against her temple.
“You’ll make me
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