The Caversham Chronicles ~ the Beginning

Chapter Seven-3

Amelia climbed onto the bed, so eager to feel him on her and inside her that she would do anything he asked of her. Once her legs were spread, and he could see her swollen, wet core, she begged him again to come to her.

“Bend your knees and stroke yourself.”

“But… I need you, Marcus!”

“And you shall have me.” He climbed onto the bed, between her feet and rested back on his heels, slowly stroking his erection. “You teased me with that comment as we were stepping out of the carriage because you knew all night I would know you wore nothing under that dress. And all night long I thought of little else. That was pure torture for me. Now, I want to watch you bring yourself to your first climax tonight.” Amelia moved her hand to cover her mound and dipped into her sopping sheath to spread her wetness over her c******s. Then she began to move them over her hard, sensitive nub, giving herself that sinfully delicious pleasure as she had so many times before.

The familiar sensations began to take over and Amelia felt herself tense. Knowing he watched her heightened the erotic experience for her, and she soon tensed and gave in to the orgasmic cry that erupted from her.

Cav kissed her, then lay next to her, his erect p***s standing proud. “Ride me.” Amelia rose upon her knees and straddled him, knowing he preferred this position more than the others.

She squealed when he caught her off guard, pulling her down onto him. His lips traced burning kisses over her cheek to her mouth, where he parted her lips with his tongue. Amelia opened for him, tasted his wine and cigar sweetness, mixed with her musk, and gave him access to all she was. Cav’s hands grasped her bottom and eased her into position.

“You feel so good, my darling,” he whispered into the hair at her temple. The simple act caused her to shiver. Sitting up, she guided his thick shaft into her wet recess and sighed when he was fully seated within. His hands reached up for her again and he drew her down where he worshiped her breasts. Her body reacted by tensing and clenching around him. Then he pushed upward and began moving, the act driving them toward mutual completion. Amelia felt her walls tighten around him, grasping him, as though her body knew she never wanted to be parted from this man.

He set a rhythm for them, and she rode until she felt that now-familiar pressure building within her. She needed the s****l release he alone could give her, and wanted the seed that would hopefully give them a child.

Cav growled and rolled her over onto her back, driving into her, pushing her further, taking her higher than he had before. She grabbed his buttocks and when she could take no more, she arched into him, her entire body tight, ready to burst if he only….

She cried out his name as she climaxed, bursting into thousands of tiny shards of color and light, her fevered body milking Cav of his seed.

Amelia fought to control her breathing as her lover did the same. A tear fell from the corner of her eye, and she had no explanation for it.

It was a joyful tear, she thought, filled with the promise of hope and an infinite number of tomorrows.

“I love you, Amelia,” he whispered into the damp curls at her temple.

“And I love you, Marcus.” She sighed as she snuggled into his side with his arm loose around her, sleepy now that she’d had two climaxes within the past hour. “Forever, I will love you.”