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swift moved rolled to put her on top of him.
    “Kneel either side of me. Lower your quim over my cock.” Already his prick was hard. It was amazing how swift he could recuperate with the right person.
    Her eyes widened, but Flora did as he asked. “What now?”
    It was perhaps too soon to expect her to guide him inside her, so Fraser held his staff upright.
    “Now let me fill you. Move down onto me… ah yes, like that.” She had edged over him, and drew the first inch of his cock inside her. Her juices slicked his heated skin, her muscles clenched around him, and he gripped her waist. “Take all of me. Ride me as I taught you to ride your horse when you were younger.”
    “As a hoyden?” she asked as she edged downward until he was sheathed from tip to balls inside her warmth.
    He laughed. “If you like. Ride me as if you are galloping across the fields.”
    “Hmm, let me see.” She tucked her head to one side. “I need to hold on or I may fall.” She smiled; a slow sultry reshaping of her lips, which made his bollocks tighten and his body sing. “I know.” Flora took hold of his nipples and rubbed them between thumb and forefinger. “The perfect rein.” She raised her body up an inch and slid down to take him fully once more. As she set the pace, Fraser matched her efforts. Their bodies moved in unison, and he mimicked her touch with his hands on her breasts. Her breath came in tiny erotic pants, as she flung her head back. Fraser’s cock throbbed as his arousal gathered.
    “I need...” Her skin was slicked with perspiration, and he could see the fine hairs on her arms standing up. “Oh Fraser, I have to...”
    “Come now,” he answered as his body began to shake. “Now, Flora, for the love of God, now.” How he held back until she shuddered and sobbed his name he had no idea. Not until she gripped him in a frenzied rhythm and her climax flowed over him, did he allow himself to come. Then he rode the maelstrom, let it crash over him and through him, and spilled until he was empty. Happy, sated, and spent.

Chapter Seven
    Flora slumped on top of Fraser and wondered what on earth occurred. She felt as if she’d indeed ridden like the wild undisciplined child people often called her. It was true she spent her early years unfettered and carefree—that was until John pulled her up and sent her to school. Even there her reputation spoke of high spirits. Why on earth her brother and Fraser assumed she would accept a mundane marriage she had no idea.
    As her ragged breathing slowed, she was conscious of Fraser’s irregular heartbeat beneath her cheek. Her skin was super sensitive, and the hairs of his chest tickled her face and neck. She wriggled, and his softening cock slid out of her with a tiny plop. Flora moaned with regret and he laughed. It rumbled through him and gave her tingles of subdued pleasure. She was so content if she were a cat she would have purred.
    “I regret that withdrawal.” Fraser stroked her hair back off her face. “I am but a mere human and need time to regroup.” He continued the soft touch on her hair, and then moved to her back where he scribed gentle circles. “That, my love, is why we have to marry.”
    It was an effort, but Flora looked up at him. His grey eyes were clear, his expression somber, and his skin still flushed with the effects of their lovemaking.
    “Because you withdrew?”
    “Or perhaps because I did not, and even now you could be with child. No not that, because of how we make each other feel. I’m assuming you experienced as much as I? Soared to the clouds and beyond? Never before, Flora, have I failed to withdraw, never almost take my pleasure before my partner. You make me forget everything except the feel of you around me, of taking me deep into you and showing me what lovemaking means.”
    His words created a frisson of pleasure, and her heart raced. Dare she believe he wanted more than an acquiescent wife? Before she had a chance to ask, Fraser