Gathering her up in his arms, Aaron mounted the stairs taking his wife to bed. His hands on her everywhere, under her skirt, kneading her once well-worked bottom cheeks, caressing her breasts, and finding his way between her thighs where she was warm and moist. He fondled her gently and sometimes rudely as if to remind her who was dominant, and who would be in control—though that was hardly a matter of concern. Abigail was as compliant as a lamb, hoping this union with her husband would heal the rift that had occurred that day.
Pressing his erection between her opened thighs, he entered her, hearing the sweet sounds of bliss from her lips as she moved with him to a sharp and vivid climax. Their pleasure was extended long after the moment as they lay for a while in each other's arms, until
