by Alice Gaines
If only it were real.
I clung to the image. Savored the feeling of his bulk inside me. Strained for completion before the dream faded. Faster and harder he moved as I got closer and closer to orgasm.
Just seconds from spending, I awakened. Damn. My breath was coming hard and I needed more. I reached to the lips of my sex to stroke myself and found fingers already there.
I gasped and jumped.
“It is only I,” a male voice said from behind me. Arthur. “Go back to sleep.”
“How did you get in here?”
“A determined lover finds a way.” He slid two fingers inside me.
“Arthur…”
“Shh.” He lifted my leg over his hip and inserted the head of his cock into my cunny. “Now be a good girl and let me fuck you.”
As if I had a choice. He pushed forward, embedding more of his thick tool inside me. Shameless, I pressed my hips toward him until I’d taken all of him.
“Ah, God, you feel good,” he gasped.
“You said you’d stay away for a month.”
“And so I did.” He started moving, even thrusts in and out.
“It isn’t a month until tomorrow.”
“It’s after midnight, so it is tomorrow. You didn’t specify what time I was to come.”
He kept thrusting and I matched his movements with my own hips. Reality was more erotic than my dream, and soon I’d grown so aroused that my sex made wet noises as he glided in and out of it.
“You sneaked in here when I was defenseless,” I said hoarsely.
He chuckled, but the sound was strained. “Is it working?”
“Not fair,” I gasped.
With his cock still moving inside me, he reached to my pearl and stroked it. “Shall I go away again?”
“No! Please, don’t stop.”
“Don’t worry. I doubt I could stop.”
Thank heaven. How I needed this. Weeks of wanting him, dreaming of having all of his hardness inside me and his fingers driving me until my soul shattered in bliss. Tomorrow I’d puzzle out how to deal with him again. Right now, I’d take the pleasure he offered.
“How I missed this,” he said. “All I had was my hand and my fantasies of you.”
Another image to play through my mind as my body caught fire. His cock, rigid and crimson, spraying hot semen in powerful waves. It would do that inside me in a moment, and I’d take it all.
“Now, my love,” he crooned. “You’re so close.”
“Yes.”
He moved faster—great, frantic thrusts that went right to my core. His fingers burned as they teased my pearl.
“Now!” I cried. “Please, now!”
Finally I exploded, overcome with lust. Tremors wracked my cunny, grasping at his hardness. I sobbed as I spent.
Behind me, his cries joined mine. We strained against each other, together flying into white-hot heaven. His hips jerked as he emptied his essence into me. My cunny soaked it up eagerly, taking every drop of him as my juices mingled with his.
When it was over, we lay together, his cock still buried in me, and floated off, enshrouded in each other’s warmth.
“That’s settled, then,” he said after a bit. “We’ll be married as soon as we can make the arrangements.”
“Nothing’s settled,” I answered. “Nothing’s changed.”
“We’ll have to wait again to see if I’ve gotten you with child.”
I rolled over and looked him in the face. In the dim moonlight from the window, I could just make out the smile on his face. He looked inordinately proud of himself. In fact, he looked outright smug. “You didn’t get me with child last time.”
“Then I’ll keep trying until I do.”
I slapped his chest. “You’re incorrigible.”
“Determined,” he corrected. “Face the truth, Lily. You can’t resist me.”
I huffed my disapproval. In much the same way a prude would, I’m ashamed to say. I could hardly contradict him, as it was true—I couldn’t resist him. If he came back to my bed, I would surrender. And he showed no inclination to stay away.
“I’m too old for you,” I said. “Too much of a pariah.”
“While we were apart, I tried taking an interest in innocent young things. They bored me into a stupor.”
“I’ll grow old before you do.”
He kissed me briefly. “You’ll still be the most beautiful woman in the world.”
“You’re a fool.”
“I’m in love,” he said. “I think you love me, too.”
“What does love have to do with marriage?”
“I can see it in your eyes,” he said. “You may as well admit it.”
I huffed again.
He chuckled. “I can make your body tell me you love me. It’s on my side, you know.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
He reached between my legs but I pushed his hand away. He could make my body do whatever he wanted, and I needed my wits about me if I was going to talk sense with him.
He laughed again. “Come on now. Admit it.”
“Very well. I love you, you insufferable man.”
“Then you’ll marry me.”
“Oh, for heaven’s sake.” If I’d known he was not only foolish but obstinate, I’d never have let him in my bed. No, that was a lie. The moment he’d blushed and mentioned the size of his cock, I’d been lost.
“What would your family think of me as your bride?”
“My mother will take to her bed, no doubt. My father will question my sanity. My sister will love you. She’s a bit of a hellion herself.”
“Well, you see then. Both your parents would hate me, and I’d be a bad influence on your sister.”
“They’ll accept you after a while. They only want me to be happy.”
“I wish I could marry you, Arthur.” The moment the words left my mouth, I recognized the truth. I did wish I could marry him. I wished I could spend every day basking in his smile and every night in his bed.
“You might as well relent,” he said, “because I’m not going to give up, no matter what you say.”
“See reason, my darling…”
“It’s you who needs to see reason.” He stared at me, a stubborn set to his jaw. “I’ll either marry you or no one.”
“But, you can’t do that.” Why had I never noticed his obstinacy before? He’d seemed so shy and agreeable. When had he turned mulish? “You’ll disappoint your family.”
“Then they’ll be disappointed. If I can’t marry you, I’ll play the paramour. I’ll slip into your bed every night, no matter what obstacles you throw up.”
“That would ruin your sister.”
Even that didn’t penetrate his skull; the determination remained in his face. “She won’t care. She’d gladly ruin her own reputation if it would win her freedom.”
“Then you must care for her.”
“You’re hardly one to lecture about decency,” he said. Damn him.
“So, neither of you will marry.”
“And it’ll be all your fault.” He paused to let his words hit their mark. “Now, if you married me, we could all be very respectable.”
“I’ve never heard anything so ridiculous.”
“All right, then. We can all be very happy.”
The man was insane. Worse, I was catching his madness. Why in heaven’s name shouldn’t I marry him? He loved me and wanted me, and I felt the same about him. I had never given a fig for what anyone else thought—why shouldn’t I take this chance at happiness and thank heaven for it?
“Very well,” I said finally. “If you’re a fool, I suppose I am, too.”
His eyes went wide as he stared into my face. “Then you will marry me?”
“It seems I must.”
“Oh, my darling.” He gave me a quick kiss. “I’ll make you happy, I swear it.”
I looked into his dear face, although my vision had blurred with tears. “You already have.”
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sp; He cupped my breast and then ran his hand over my abdomen, headed for my sex. “I can always strive to make you even happier.”
And he spent the rest of the night doing exactly that.
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The Well-Tutored Lover
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