“Truly?” she asked.
“Aye,” he said, planting his hands on her hips. “You forever linger in my thoughts.”
Her eyes went wide. “You forever linger in my thoughts as well.”
He grinned. “I am pleased to hear that. And I am pleased to have you on top of me, though it would be much more pleasurable for us both if I slipped inside you.”
“It is permitted for me to be on top of you?” she asked with an innocence that grew him harder than he already was.
“Whatever you and I choose is permitted,” Torin said. “And I like you right where you are.”
“I like where I am as well,” Flora said and raised herself enough to reach for his shaft to slip inside her. She fumbled a bit and was quick to apologize. “Forgive me, I am not adept at this.”
“My shaft quite favors yours fumbling,” he said teasingly.
“I love touching your shaft. It feels so lovely in my hand.”
Her tempting words elicited a groan that he kept silent until she accidently brushed the tip of his manhood against her spot of pleasure, and she let out a moan. And she did not stop, she kept pleasuring herself with his shaft, her head tipped back as she continued to moan, and her passion quickly soared.
His own sounds of passion soon joined hers after she began to stroke his shaft until her grip turned tighter and her strokes faster.
Feeling too close to spilling his seed all over her hand, Torin gripped her waist tight and lifted her. “Slip him in now,” he ordered.
Flora did as he said, needing him inside her, deep inside her. She dropped her head forward, her eyes on him as she guided his shaft into her and slid down along him until his shaft disappeared completely and snugly inside her.
“Bloody hell, wife, you feel good,” Torin said, though sounded more like he cried out in endless pleasure. He went to help her, guide her in riding him for the first time but she already was easing up and down on him. He kept his hands on her hips in case she needed his help or guidance, but she was doing quite well on her own.
She dropped down over him to kiss him deeply and with a wildness he had not expected but very much welcomed.
When she rose again, she whispered, “Touch me.”
His hands went to her breasts, cupping them and teasing her hard nipples with his fingers as she eased up and down on him again.
Flora let out a moan that rivaled the ghost’s, the exquisite feeling almost too much to bear.
Torin’s hands moved to grip her waist, sensing, seeing her passion close to erupting, but then so was his own. He held her tight and took control, bringing her up and down on him with a force that had her gasping over and over until… she erupted with a scream.
He joined her unable to stop himself as he groaned through gritted teeth at the climax that rocked his body with never-ending pleasure.
She shuddered as the last of her pleasure dwindled away and she collapsed down on her husband.
Torin’s arms wrapped around her, keeping her there, not ready to let her go, not ready for her to slip off him. Her chest rose and fell against him in labored breaths as she laid contently on top of him.
“I keep thinking that making love with you cannot get more amazing and yet it does,” she said on a soft sigh.
“I feel the same,” he said, running his hand over her back and down along her backside to find it held a chill. He went to move her off him so he could pull the soft wool blankets over them.
“Not yet,” she said, stopping him. “A moment more, so I may keep it strong in my memory.”
“We will make many more memories,” he said and kissed the top of her head.
She shivered against him, and he did not wait, he held her tight as he eased them to their sides, slipping out of her as they went. Then he pulled the blankets up over them and tucked her tight against him.
She burrowed against him, not only for his heat, but for the comfort and love she felt when in his arms.
“You should put your nightdress on. It is cold tonight,” he said, even though he preferred her naked against him.
She shook her head. “Nay, I have you to keep me warm and our lovemaking has heated the bedding quite nicely.”