We had coupled a third time in the early hours of the morning, before I left her. When I was dressed, she slipped into a dressing gown and walked me down to the front door. She gave me a last, warm kiss before I slipped outside.
It had been less than twenty-four hours since then, but I wanted her again. Even just thinking of her was bringing on an erection. My cock pressed itself painfully against the mattress. I shifted on the bed again, bringing only slight relief. Out of habit, my hand slipped down to circle the hardening shaft, in order to bring myself to release. I hadn’t stroked myself more than once or twice before Evelyn’s words came back to me. I was to come to her day or night.
Had she meant those words?
We would soon find out.
With an abrupt motion, I threw off the bedclothes.
I didn’t spend many moments trying to perfect my appearance, though I did try to look at least presentable. I tiptoed quietly past Mother’s bedroom, shoving down the sudden feeling of guilt that came up to smother me.
The cool night air sobered me slightly. For a moment I wondered if she would turn me away. I blushed at the mere thought of the embarrassment. Still, it was late at night. Even if she did bar the door, there would be no witnesses, besides her servants. My fingers wrapped around the key that the butler had given me. My talisman.
My hand trembled as I reached for her door. I was strangely afraid that the key wouldn’t work, but it turned easily in the lock and I was soon inside her darkened house. I locked the door from the inside and, as a precaution, slid the heavy iron bolt.
Guiding myself by pressing my hands along the walls, I made my way up the darkened stairway. There was the faint glow of light under the second door on the right. Letting out a tense breath, I knocked lightly on the door.
“Come in, Adam.”
I slowly swung the door open. Evelyn was draped across the bed wearing nothing but a chemise. The hem of the garment ended just at the top of her thighs. She looked at me from her lounging position, her hand coming up to gently pull at her neckline until one of her nipples peeked out. My cock stirred painfully in my breeches.
“I was wondering how long you would keep me waiting.” She reached out her hand, beckoning me toward her. “I was beginning to worry that I hadn’t pleased you.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle. Please me?
“What do you want tonight, Adam? Do you just want to fuck my snatch, or should we play instead?”
My cock rose in response to her crude language. I had never heard those word on a woman’s lips. I wanted to lift that chemise and plunge myself into her, but I could tell she wanted to play.
I nervously gestured to the bulge in my breeches. “Will you take it in your mouth again?”
Evelyn smirked. “Only when you’ve earned it, my dear Adam. Only when you’ve earned it.” She spread her legs, making the chemise ride up and reveal her sex. “What if I asked the same favour of you?”
She was already wet, the pink flesh of her sex gleamed with her arousal. How would she taste, I wondered.
I moved to the foot of the bed. Grasping her ankles, I pulled her toward me with a jerk, so her legs hung off the bed. Kneeling, I reached out to tentatively touch the soft, wet folds.
“What do I do?” I asked, not knowing what would please her.
“Lick me, Adam. Tease me.”
Pressing my face between her thighs, I reached my tongue out to stroke the soft folds. She tasted salty-sweet and infinitely arousing. I licked her softly, letting my tongue linger in her entrance, then flick over that tiny little nub that made her vibrate with pleasure. I felt her hands drift into my hair as she began to moan softly, “Oh, Adam!”
Encouraged, I pressed my tongue firmly against that nub, making her squirm. She grunted incoherently a few times, her hips lifting involuntarily off the bed. The arousal seeped out of her. I licked it up eagerly, loving the taste of her. I wanted to please her. To make her climax. Hard.
I gripped her hips in my hands and pushed my tongue deep inside her, wanting to taste as much of her as I could. She clutched my hair, squealing with each thrust of my tongue until she gave a fierce shake and went limp, panting.
I hadn’t expected him to do it. Most men enjoyed fellatio, but would never deign to give a woman mouth play. I had only asked as a lark. That, and I had also wanted to feel Adam’s nimble tongue in my cunt.
Oh, and it had been nimble.
Finally, I pushed herself up onto her elbows. “Well, my dear Adam, you’ve earned a reward.”
He smiled from between my legs, a spot of her arousal gleaming on his cheek, looking positively adorable. “I did it right?”
“Oh, you did it right,” I assured him. “Now lie on your back. I’m going to suck you dry.”
He climbed up on the bed and obediently rolled onto his back. I opened his breeches with practised hand, revealing his swollen cock to my adoring gaze.
I was going to have trouble giving him up at the end of three months. I knew that already. This was only my second night with him, and already he’d wormed his way into my heart. Truly generous lovers were so hard to find.
Lowering my head, I paused to inhale the scent of him, then breathed against the tip of his cock, making it quiver. I let my tongue peek from between my lips and touch the little slit in his tip. He gasped inward, then breathed out, “Evelyn.”
“Good. You remember my name. But by the end of tonight you’ll be lucky to remember your own.”
I set to his cock with an eagerness that surprised me. He moaned and writhed beneath me, so I moved to straddle him, pinning him down with my weight as I sucked and licked at his glorious cock. When he was an instant from coming, I found that little spot below his tip and pressed it, holding him back.
I brought him to the brink again and again until he was crying like a whipped choirboy beneath me, desperate to come, to explode in a froth of white seed.
I shifted, laying my thighs on either side of him, so he was poised at my entrance. “You want to be inside me, Adam?”
“Oh, God! Yes!”
I lowered myself halfway onto him, then pulled up again. He whimpered. “Please. Oh, God! Please!”
She plunged herself onto to me. There was no time for thrusting. I exploded immediately into her. She chuckled evilly above me. “Remember my name now?” she asked.
“Yes,” I snapped. “Bitch.”
I flipped her roughly so I was above her. I wasn’t at all sure I would be able to make her suffer the way she had torture me, but I was willing to try. I latched my mouth over her nipple, sucking and biting at the tender nub. My hand snaked between her legs, rubbing harshly against the soft, intimate folds.
I pressed two fingers deep inside her, then joined a third and a fourth. She murmured into my ear, “Yes. Oh, yes, Adam.”
“You like that?” I whispered darkly, liking the dominant role I had temporarily taken. I drove my fingers deep into her. She shuddered beneath me.
Just before she came, I pulled my hand free and returned my mouth lightly to her breasts. She whimpered in impotent fury. “Bastard,” she whispered.
“Tell me you want me inside you,” I ordered. “Beg me for it.”
“I beg no man.”
After ten minutes of my handling, however, she was singing a different tune
“Please Adam! Oh, please! Put your hard cock inside me! Do it now. Oh, God, please! Now! Please!”
I plunged deep into her. I was strangely removed from the sensation of her wet heat around my cock. I was concentrating on her pleasure. Again and again, I drove into her, listening with delight to her desperate gasps of need. “Oh, Adam. Oh, God! Oh, Adam!”
It was only when I felt her orgasm beneath me that I allowed myself to unload into her. I collapsed over her and, for a long minute, neither of us moved. Then, I slipped out of her and pulled the bedclothes over us.
Neither of us said a word.
I could not keep from taking another glance around the crowded ballroom. Adam was sure to attend tonight, with his uncle and aunt. I was looking quite forward to seeing my old friend Julia again, but I had to admit that I was looking primarily for Adam.
He had come to me nearly every night since we had begun our liaison, now two months ago. He had lived up to all the potential he had shown in those first few encounters. Last night, however, I had sat up until nearly midnight waiting for him. At first, I had been angry that he hadn’t sent word, but soon admitted to myself that I had never indicated that he had to come every night. Rather, he was to come in response to his own needs, not mine.
Another sweep of the room and I found him. Captain Harringsford and Julia were in conversation with each other a couple of feet from him. Adam’s eyes swept across the room. His gaze locked with mine and, smiling foolishly, he took a step toward me. I gave a sharp shake of my head, stopping him. His smile vanished, replaced by the look of a kicked puppy. I smiled, trying to reassure him. He turned away to join the conversation of his uncle and aunt.
Slowly sliding from one group to the other, I made her way toward the Harringsfords. When I reached the outskirts of their group, Julia caught sight of me. “Evelyn, dear! It’s been ages since I’ve seen you.” I stepped forward and exchanged a brief embrace with my friend, who turned to the gentlemen with her. “You know Andrew, of course, but have you met our nephew, Adam? Adam, this is Lady Wilforth.”
The captain’s speaking gaze echoed what Julia’s natural tone of voice had already made plain to me. Julia did not know of my liaison with her nephew.
I dropped into a demure curtsy, then let my gaze slowly wander up Adam’s body until I met his eyes with a coquettish smile. His mouth curled up into a smirk.
“Will you perhaps do me the honour of a dance, Lady Wilforth?” Adam asked, extending his hand.
He led me onto the floor, joining the end of the set. We began to move in the patterns of the dance. The twists and turns gave me delightful glimpses of his long legs, surprisingly well-muscled for one so young.
“I missed you last night.” The words tumbling out before I could stop them.
Adam reddened slightly. “I wanted to come, but Mother was in one of her moods. I couldn’t escape.”
Watching his blush, I had a wicked idea. When the turns of the dance brought them close enough, I whispered, “I wanted you, Adam. You won’t believe how much.” I allowed us to separate in the dance for a moment. After a few more turns, my mouth was again by his ear. “It got so bad, I had to start touching myself.”
The blood flashed to his face.
“I thought about you as I stroked myself. I orgasmed hard, but it wasn’t the same. I wanted you. Even now, being to close to you like this, I’m getting wet, down there.”
He stumbled, but recovered.
“Did you want me last night, Adam? Did you lie awake thinking of being inside me? Do you want me now?”
Before he could answer, the dance ended. Adam bowed over my hand. I leaned forward and whispered in his ear. “You must excuse me, Adam. I have to go do it again. If I don’t get some release, I’ll explode.” I dropped a saucy curtsy and turned to walk away, careful to swing my hips provocatively as I moved.
I watched her lift the tapestry covering one of the alcoves and disappear behind it. I nearly ran after her but managed to control myself. Exchanging a few words with several acquaintances, I slowly worked my way across the room. Lifting the tapestry, I slipped behind it.
She was half-reclined on the sofa, her arms behind her head. The first two buttons of her dress were undone and her breasts straining at the rest. Her skirt was lifted above the height of her garter, exposing her ankle and calf to full view.
She slipped one of her fingers into her mouth then, pulled her bodice aside, tracked her wet finger around her nipple, making it contract into a tight, suckable nub. My trousers echoed the constriction as my cock stirred further upright.
“Well?” She smiled invitingly. “Aren’t you going to touch me, Adam.”
I moved to the chair across from the sofa. “No.”
“I’m going to watch.”
For the first time in our relationship, I could see he had surprised Evelyn.
“Go on. Touch yourself. I want to watch you. I want to see what you do when I’m not there.”
Her hands were shaking as she pulled her skirt up, revealing inch after aching inch of smooth calf and plump thigh. I shifted in the chair, but refused to allow myself to answer the throbbing need of my cock to pounce on her.
When the skirt was bunch around her waist, she slowly slid one leg to the floor and hooked the other over the back of the sofa, exposing her womanhood to my adoring gaze.
Her body had grown so familiar to me in the last two months. I knew those folds intimately. All I had to do was reach over and stroke them “just so” to have her writhing in ecstasy.
Instead, I watched as her hand drifted down to touch them. They stroked tentatively, barely touching at first, then grew firmer, finally disappearing into her entrance, then sliding out again. Her eyes fluttered shut, forgetting my presence.
The scent of her arousal drifted across the space between us, making my body tense with the need to take her hard and fast, right here in this alcove. Clenching my hands on the arms of the chair, I refused to move, no matter how the sight before me was arousing me.
Evelyn began to gasp as she approached orgasm. “Oh. Oh! OH!” Her hand chaffed relentlessly at her pussy, which was dripping arousal onto the fabric of the skirt beneath her. My hand wandered to open my trousers and I began to pleasure myself as I watched her.
I had masturbated a thousand times, but this was an entirely different experience. The sight of Evelyn pleasuring herself made me hotter than I had ever been. My frantic strokes matched the thrusts of Evelyn’s hand as she plunged her fingers deep into her body.
Evelyn’s eyes opened to meet mine as we each pleasured ourselves, thinking of the person just a few endless feet away. Her mouth curled into her enigmatical smile as her hand plunged a final time and she gave a final climatic gasp. Her hand fell to her side. The sight of her release made me lose control, my seed spurting suddenly in a froth of white to litter the carpet between us.
She smiled across to me. “That was amazing.”
I was amazed to see her blushing as she pushed her skirt down again.
“Evelyn! You mean there’s something that embarrasses you?”
She reddened even more. She glance away, then back, smiling mischievously. “Meet me at my house in an hour.” She pushed herself up from the sofa, smoothing her skirt.
I caught her arm as she tried to leave the room. “Why not now?”
She smirked. “Because we’d lose our balance on that tiny sofa.” She put a finger against my lips. I kissed it, then she pulled away and slipped out of the room.
It took some convincing for Aunt Julia to let me leave ahead of her and Uncle Andrew. When I finally managed to slip away, a full twenty minutes after I saw Evelyn leave, Uncle Andrew flashed me a knowing smile.
Slipping a few coins into the driver’s hand allowed him to whip the horses to a wicked pace and soon, I was outside her house. I locked the door behind me and leapt up the staircase, two steps at a time, reaching her room.
She was naked on the bed. I crossed the room quickly, stripping off clothes as I went. I climbed over her pressing my skin against hers, my cock teasing between her legs. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me fervently for a few moments, then broke away with a chuckle. “Lie on your back and closed your eyes.”
I obeyed, wondering what devilry she had invented for us tonight. I felt her blow a soft stream of air against the head of my cock. I shivered as she closed her mouth over it, sucking slow and deep. I groaned in appreciation.
“You like that, Adam?”
The bed shifted as she crawled over me, so her mouth still clasped my cock and her pussy was positioned just above my face. A drop of her arousal fell onto my lips. I licked it into my mouth, savouring it. A moment later, I buried my face eagerly in her mound.
I squirmed as he forced his tongue into me, and returned his attentions with firm suction on his cock, just the way he liked it. I rested my weight on my elbows, leaving my hands free to play with the base of his cock and his scrotum.
Adam swirled his tongue around my clitoris, making a rush of blood sensitize my entire body. My mouth opened in a gasp, allowing his cock to plow deeper into my throat than I thought a cock could go. I pulled back, then lowered my head experimentally, pulling it even deeper.
Adam’s hand rounded over my backside, massaging, as his tongue swirled in my snatch. His fingers found the tight sphincter of my ass, caressing it lightly before a finger began to push gently inside it. I groaned around Adam’s cock, returning to the tip to suck hard. My hands rubbed up and down his penis: the source of the greatest pleasure I had ever experienced.
Adam’s finger grow bolder, pushing in and out of my sphincter as his tongue ravished me. When he gently nipped at my mound with his teeth, I squealed and shuddered into a violent, aching, debilitating climax.
Collapsing over Adam, I barely heard his chuckle over my gasping breath. “You like that?”
He gently turned me over, then pushed his cock back into my mouth. I closed my lips over it and let him fuck my mouth until, with an animal groan, he climaxed, flooding me with his seed. I swallowed it eagerly, even as I faded off to sleep. He pulled me against him, warming me with the heat of his body. I sighed, snuggling closer. He was so wonderful.
For a moment, the thought jarred me awake, but almost immediately, I started to drift again. I would think about that tomorrow.
Was it possible? Did I love him?
I awoke groggily to an unexpected sound. Sitting up, I saw that Evelyn was bent over the chamberpot, retching painfully. I pushed aside the covers and move toward her.
“Sweetheart, are you alright? What is it?”
She wiped her hand against her mouth. “I know exactly what it is,” she snapped. “I get sick from the very first moment.”
I froze. No. It couldn’t be. It couldn’t happen. Not like this.
She pushed herself up from her knees, her hand grasping mine. “It’s alright Adam. I know a doctor. He’s helped me with this before.”
I felt my heart give a lurch. “H-how many children do you have?”
She bit her lip. “None, Adam. He’s not that kind of doctor.”
It look me a moment to put the pieces together. “You mean – you’re going to kill it?”
She stroked my face. “You’re still so young,” she said softly. “Yes, Adam. We have to get rid of it. It’s the only way.”
I put my hand under Evelyn’s arm, helping her to stand. Her body shook as she crawled onto the bed and I pulled the covers over her. I began to circle the bed to climb in the other side, but she raised her head. “Adam?”
“Will you move that?” she gestured weakly to the chamber pot. “I can’t stand the smell of it.”
Obediently, I took up the chamber pot and moved it to the dressing room, then returned. I crossed to the dressing table where she had left a decanter and two glasses. I poured a small amount into a glass and carried it over to her.
“Rinse your mouth with that.”
She obediently swished the brandy in her mouth, then spat it back into the glass.
“Is that better?”
She nodded. I put the brandy glass back on the dressing table.
“Come to me,” she called weakly, patting the bed beside her.
I obediently crossed back and crawled between the covers. She reached across and pulled me close to her, draping a leg across me, her mouth coming down on my neck. “Make love to me, Adam. Please?”
I wasn’t sure I could. The news had floored me. Evelyn was pregnant. Evelyn had my child growing in her belly. And she was planning to kill it. As if it were a nuisance. It was hard to get excited with such a cloud hanging over me.
Evelyn was determined, however. First, her hands and mouth were light on my skin, but slowly, when she found I wasn’t responding, she became more aggressive, climbing above me and rubbing herself against me. My cock began to stir.
She ran her hands into my hair and pulled my mouth up to hers. Her tongue flooded my mouth with the taste of brandy and Evelyn, finishing the job.
Her hand reached down for my now-hard cock. Her hand was gentle, almost reverent. “Come inside me, Adam. I want you inside me.”
I couldn’t resist her. Perhaps it was the fact that hers was the only female body I had known. Perhaps it was the perfection of that body as she pushed me onto my back and raised it above me. But that would not explain the joy I had felt when I learned she was carrying my child, nor the almost nauseating disappointment when she had explained her solution to the problem.
She sank down onto me, blurring my thoughts for a moment. I allowed my body to react instinctively to hers as my mind continued to reel.
She would kill it. I was the only way. She had said so herself. And she was right. After all, it was not as if I could marry her.
I loved him. There was not other way to explain this aching need to couple with him. To find, somehow, a way to apologize for what I would have to do. I repressed a shudder as I remembered the pain of the previous times. That terrible hook jammed up inside me, raping me.
No. I pushed the thoughts away and concentrated on the young man beneath me. I squeezed my inner muscles around him, coaxing him slowly to climax. My dear Adam. My love. I was the only woman who had taken this young, shy, giving boy inside her body. That privilege would disappear soon. Now that Adam had discovered the joys of coupling, he was quickly showing a sexual drive to rival all my previous lovers combined. He would not be content to wait while I healed from the operation. Some other girl, likely a sweet little debutant would have that beautiful cock in her. I only hoped she would appreciate it.
Adam tensed and shuddered beneath me and I felt his warm seed spurting into my womb. Though I had not reached climax myself, I climbed off my lover and snuggled contentedly beside him. Now, he would drift off to sleep for a while and I would be able to just gaze down on his beautiful face, folding it away into my memory, to warm all my future lonely nights.
He did not sleep this time. His hands drifted lightly over my back and thighs, showing that something was agitating him. I was too frightened to ask what it was. Would he leave me already? I had hoped to keep him a few weeks before I saw the doctor.
“Evelyn, I -” He broke off.
I winced. Here it was.
“Evelyn. I don’t want you to kill the baby.”
The words stabbed my heart. “You think I want to do it?”
“You – you said it was the only way.”
“It is. But that doesn’t mean I want it.”
“Then don’t do it. Uncle Andrew – well, he won’t be pleased – but I know he will want me to face my responsibilities. He will arrange for you to have at least a decent living from my estate. And once I’ve received my inheritance -.”
“No, Adam. I won’t – I won’t let a child of mine – and a child of yours – be a bastard. I know it’s strange, considering what I’ve made of my life, but I won’t.”
His hand drifted to my nipple and toyed gently with it. “What if we got married? He wouldn’t be a bastard then.”
The words hung over us, almost visible in the silence.
I was tempted. Oh God, how I was tempted.
I said the words slowly. “Adam. Your uncle would never permit that. A gentleman does not marry his whore.”
He shot up from the bed, tossing the covers aside. His motions were quite angry as he pulled on his clothing, which we had left scattered around the room. He was still shrugging into his coat as he opened the door.
“Adam?” I called, my voice shaking.
He glanced back at the last moment. “You are not my whore.”
A moment later he was gone.
With far more cunning than I had ever shown before, I set about my plan. Now that the words had been said aloud, I knew it was what I wanted, more than anything else. I wanted Evelyn for my wife. I wanted her sweet body wrapped around me every night for the rest of my life. I was not going to take any changes of losing that.
It was for that reason that I did not go to Uncle Andrew with my request. First, I needed someone in my corner. Someone who, luckily, knew nothing, either of our liaison, or of Evelyn’s way of entertaining herself since her husband’s death.
Aunt Julia reacted with even more support than I could have hoped. She actually clapped her hands with delight when I told her I had proposed to her dear friend and been accepted (the second part had been a harmless white lie). With her firmly in my corner, I took her with me when I went to tell my uncle the good news.
Uncle Andrew’s mouth tightened into a thin line. “I hardly think -“ he began, but was cut off by a look from his wife.
“Andrew. Surely you cannot object.”
“I don’t object. I am concerned. Adam, you are still very young. Are you certain this is the best choice?”
Uncle looked at me expectantly, but I did not elaborate.
“Julia, will you give me a moment with our nephew.”
I nodded to her. With a huff at being excluded, she turned from the room.
Uncle Andrew crossed his arms over his chest. “You’ve got a by-blow on the way I assume?”
“No, I do not,” I said firmly. “Though Evelyn may have a seven-month child after the marriage.”
He looked me over carefully. “There are other ways to deal with such inconveniences, Adam.”
I only glared at him.
“She’s a luscious fuck, I have no doubt,” Uncle said slowly. “That’s why I chose her for you, m’boy. But that doesn’t mean you should be making decisions with your cock instead of your brain.”
“I’m going to marry her, Uncle. I am not here for your permission. I am here only to inform you of my decision. Which, incidentally, was made with neither my cock nor my brain. It was a decision of the heart.”
“You cannot marry without my permission, my boy. Not until you are twenty-one.”
“In that case,” I said deliberately. “Perhaps Aunt Julia will be interested to know that you whored her nephew out to her best friend.”
Uncle started. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“I would. And then, my dear uncle, I would take Evelyn to Scotland, scandal be damned. Now, you can allow us to marry quietly, or I can stir up a great deal of trouble in your own marriage. I doubt Aunt Julia would be pleased with the idea of sleeping with a panderer.”
Uncle sputtered for a moment or two, then, slowly, an ironic smile spread across his features. “I never thought the day would come when you would best me, Adam. I congratulate you. Perhaps you should inform my dear Lady Wilforth of her nuptials tomorrow. I shall see to a special licence.”
He came striding into the breakfast room with a triumphant step and a beaming smile on his face.
“Tomorrow!” he said succintly. “By special license.”
I only turned in my seat, looking out the window. I had not wanted this. I would never have wished to part this way. But I had to save him from his own folly.
He crossed to me, I took my chin between his fingers and forced me to face him. “Evelyn. We’re going to be married tomorrow.”
“No,” I breathed.
“Adam. We’re not going to marry. Women like me don’t marry m – boys like you.”
“Women like -?”
I could not turn my head because of his grip on my chin, I looked down to my lap to avoid meeting his eyes. “You’ve been an entertaining fling, Adam, but that’s all. I’ve been trying to let you down gently, but you would not take the hint.”
“Evelyn. You don’t understand. I lo -”
I interrupted quickly, before he could say the words aloud. “I did not wish to hurt your feelings, but I’m simply tired of you, little boy.”
The last two words seemed to enrage him. Not a red, blinding rage, but a cold, black, calculating one.
He took me roughly by the arm and pulled me up from the chair. I found my hips pushed against the breakfast table. Standing behind me, Adam roughly pulled my skirt up to expose my backside.
His hand slipped between my legs and fingered my sex. I did not struggle. It took only a few strokes for it to become very wet against his fingers. “You are going to hear it whether you want to or not, Evelyn. I love you. And I’m going to show you right here and now.”
I heard him rip open his breeches, without further foreplay, he pushed into me, hard. I gasped.
“Do you love me?” he asked.
“No.” The word was faint.
He slowly moved out of me, then rammed back in. “Do you love me?”
He pumped slowly out and in, asking the question with each thrust home. I answered each time in the negative, but my voice shook more and more. He kept the rhythm slow, allowing me blinding pleasure, but would not let me come. When I did, it was going to be violent, he would see to that. He had not had my body nearly every night for two months without learning its responses.
He gave me two quick pumps in succession, then slowed again. I whimpered, needing desperately to come.
“Do you love me?”
I managed to shake my head.
He pumped me three times, stopping again. “I know you love me, Evelyn. You know I know it. Just say it. Say it and I’ll let you come. Say it.”
He gave her another quick pump to emphasize his words.
I burst into sobs. It was too painful. Too pleasurable.
“I love you,” I shouted. “God, how I love you, Adam.”
He gave me what I needed. Even then, it was not blind rutting. He was after one thing. I squirmed beneath him, trying to resisted the power of what was coming, to resist my own body’s reactions. Reaching around me, he unerringly found my clit and rubbed it roughly. I screamed with the intensity of the orgasm, my arms collapsing, and I fell forward against the table.
“There,” he whispered forcefully. “You feel that? Have any of your little boys made you feel like that?”
“N-no,” I whimpered, my voice muffled against the wood of the table.
He was still pushing into me. I moaned with every thrust through my sopping sex. He finally came with a rough jerk of his body and pulled out, guiding me, limp, back into the chair. I turned her head weakly, looking up at him. There were a hundred emotions in me at that moment, all fighting each other. Disgust, longing, satisfaction, defiance, resignation.
He knelt before my chair, between my legs, and, reaching under my skirt, started playing with me.
“I’ll do that to you every night,” he whispered, half in threat, half in promise. “That’s my baby in you. If you get rid of it, I’ll put another one there, and another and another.”
“Marry me.” He found my clit and pressed. My sobs redoubled. “Marry me!”
I turned my head slightly. My eyes met his.