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jabbing in and out until she grasped his head, pulled at his hair until he nearly lost his grip. He inserted his finger to assist his tongue, circled his little finger around the opening of her bum.
    "Oh, God, Thomas. You must stop! It's too much. I can't bear it."
    "You said you wanted this," he reminded her. "And, yes, yes you can," he muttered while stopping for a breath. "You can take so much more. Tell me you want it. Harder? Say it," he demanded.
    "I want it harder," she gasped. "I want you inside me."
    "Yes." He laughed, feeling the sensation of joy as her climax started to build. He slid up her slick body and poised at her entry. "This – is this what you want? My cock inside you? Pounding and thrusting until you go mad with sensation?"
    "Yes, yes, damn it!"
    "Then you shall have it." He slipped slowly, agonizingly into her, felt her muscles clench around him. His standing ware was larger than most, he knew, and his cock was not something he took for granted. "Is this what you like, Chastity? More? Harder?"
    "Yes," she bit her lip to hold back a scream. "Harder, faster, deeper."
    He lifted her hips and drove himself hilt deep into her. He paused and looked down at her. Her eyes were closed. "Look at me," he growled. Her eyes fluttered open, opaque with delirium. "Is that hard enough? Deep enough?"
    "More," she said, a look of challenge entering her eyes as she thrust her hips toward him. "Pound me – fuck me as hard as you can."
    He laughed wildly at the impropriety of such words from a lady's lips and shoved himself in and out of her, gathering rhythm, feeling the glorious build of his own orgasm as she went over the edge. "Again," he muttered. "Come again for me. I'm not yet finished with you."
    And she let go again, biting into his shoulder to keep from shouting as another climax rolled over her, and he emptied himself into the tight, heavenly tunnel of her sweet jampot.
    Thomas collapsed on her, heavy, hot and still hard inside her, breathing fast. His heart beat wildly in his chest, a pounding of drums that threatened to burst from his body. He felt her heart gallop in concert with his own. "Does the warmth and pressure of me inside you comfort your cramps?" he asked, knowing the answer already.
    "Yes," she said wonderingly. "My – my parts – down there. They feel – much relieved."
    After a moment he raised his head, kissed her mouth. "Ay, fucking during a woman's courses is very salutary."
    She giggled. "Apparently, you are correct, Dr. Thomas."
    "I live only to serve my lady." He kissed her again, more deeply, and felt his cock stir inside her.
    "What? Again?" she exclaimed.
    "God's great joke on us males is that we only experience that glorious release once – and then we're quite done, I'm afraid – but the female of the species, as you've just learned, has the better part of the bargain."
     

 
    Chapter 11
     
    Thomas nuzzled her neck. "However, if you're interested in another lesson, give me fifteen minutes and I'm sure I'll be able to perform quite nicely." He grinned down at her. "I've quite a bit of stamina."
    She smiled as he rolled off her and they lay side by side. "I suppose we have no more time for – dallying," she said at last. "The servants are stirring." She glanced at the chair propped beneath the knob of Marianne's tiny sleeping room.
    "I'm afraid you're right," he said as he sat up on the bed, reached for his trousers. He looked at her over one shoulder. "I can return tonight, however. One cannot have too much practice in such matters."
    She smiled again, but remained silent
    Thomas finished dressing and slipped from her chamber, carrying his shoes. She levered herself up on her elbows to catch a last glimpse of him as he grinned from the doorway.
    When he'd gone, she collapsed back on the bed. Lord, she was exhausted. She never knew such physical activities could be so draining.
    With her husband he conjugal act had been tedious, often brief, and usually perfunctory, but never so