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spinning. He leaned
forward and took hold of the bed posts for support. “Christ,
Morgana. You have the mouth of a proficient.” Of their own
volition, his hips began to rock, forcing a bit more of his cock
into her mouth. Morgana took it, and then loosed her grip on him
enough to allow his pulsing shaft to move through them and into the
divine suction of her hot, wet, tongue-teasing mouth. His cods drew
up higher still, his sack tensed and thickened.
    Morgana felt Robert’s manhood grow thicker,
more turgid, the muscles beneath the satin-smooth skin contracting
against her palms, felt with her tongue a tickling rush under the
skin of it and inside a large vein. Then she tasted something a bit
salty. Was this his seed then?
    Robert yanked out of her mouth, out of her
grasp. “Nay, we’ll save that for another time.” His face was as
scarlet as her cloak and damp with sweat. He pushed himself back
and lay on top of her, tossing the extra pillow to the side once
more. When he was fully atop her, he took her face in his hands,
bent his head, and gave her the most sensual, gentle, sublime kiss
she’d e’er dreamed of receiving from him. She wrapped her arms
around him and hugged him to her. He ran his tongue along the line
of her bottom lip and nibbled at it with his teeth before softly
sucking at it.
    This, this was how she’d imagined the first
time would be. She reveled in the tenderness of his assault.
    When Morgana opened her mouth a bit wider,
Robert took advantage, sending his tongue into its dark, sultry
recesses. She tasted of heaven, of silvered moons and twinkling,
starry nights. Of home.
    He began to move his hips, pressing his
erection against her mons and belly. “Open for me. Wrap your legs
around my waist.” After she’d done as he demanded, he trailed a
hand down to her breast, stopping briefly to tease and tweak the
nipple, and then went lower still, o’er the rest of her torso. He
raised his head and looked into her eyes as he lifted his hips and
positioned himself at her portal. And this time, with slow, gentle
pushes, he entered her.
    They were both gasping for breath by the
time he was fully seated inside her.
    Morgana ran her tongue o’er her parched lips
as she studied her lover. The black centers of his pale gray eyes
had grown large, his lips open, his cheeks flushed scarlet once
again. There was a look of ecstasy on his face that gave Morgana a
deep satisfaction. So much so, that she felt a thrill run through
her, straight into her canal. It clenched around him.
    Robert jerked. “Christ!” He tossed his head
back and gritted his teeth, feeling his seed rise up again. He’d
ne’er had a lover like her, who could make him spend so quickly, so
violently.
    He dipped his head and kissed her again,
this time showing her the explosive passion he was feeling for her.
He was out of his head now. He rocked and strained, pushed and
pounded away at her. He wanted to devour her. He fisted his hand in
her hair and yanked her head back, ignoring her gasp as he forced
her to take all of his tongue, just as her tight cleft was taking
the full length of his tarse.
    All at once, her frame grew rigid beneath
him and her thighs widened. In the next moment, the strong fist of
her cunt began to milk him, begging him to give up his seed.
    He jerked up, straightening his arms as he
plowed e’er harder into her clenching womb. With a shout, he let
loose his seed at last, shuddered with the intensity of the release
it afforded. And then he collapsed on top of her, his breath
rasping and loud. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed his
shoulder. Joy tripped o’er the corners of his heart, but to the
feeling, he shut tight his mind, shut tight his soul.

 
     
     
     
     

CHAPTER 3
     
    R OBERT AWOKE LATE
the next morn. He opened his eyes and realized Morgana wasn’t in
bed with him. For a moment, a dark panic assailed him, but then he
heard a rustling noise to his right and looked to find her
preparing