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things he enjoyed, had
set the seal on their successful marriage.
    He
would do nothing to lose that rapport.
    “ Ma
petite.” His hope, that by using her name for their play, she’d obey, was
realized. Victoria swallowed deeply and walked toward him, dipped her head, and
sucked his finger deep into her mouth. She looked up at him from under lowered
lashes. “You taste magnificent, but…”
    He
seized the advantage. “Oh your knees over me, and suck me until my juices fill
your mouth.”
      She moved and climbed over him. Her pert
breasts were at eye level and he took hold of her nipples and squeezed. Her
hiss of indrawn breath was all he could ask for.
    “Down
on me.” He understood how his terse uttered commands made her wet. With a bare
cunt he could see her skin glisten with her juices and watch as her nether lips
became red and engorged. Next he knew she’d try to rub herself over him, make
enticing little erotic mewls and do her best to gain her release. Not yet.
    “Do
not touch yourself in any way. Make me spill, then we’ll see.” He tweaked her
nipples one last time and leaned back once more. “Eat me, ma petite.”
    She
stroked his cock from tip to base with her tongue and circled his girth, before
she tightened her mouth round him and began to suck and release. Up and down,
slowly and faster. Her fingers found his bollocks and fondled and squeezed
them, just as he liked.
      Kit’s breath grew labored and harsh. “Hell,
yes, more faster, oh sweet lord. Yes…” He saw stars as she thrust the tip of
her tongue into the slit of his cock and nipped the sensitive head with her
teeth.
    His
seed spurted out of him as she swallowed and sucked him ever faster. Kit shook,
gripped her head and surrendered to the sweetest sensation ever.
    Several
minutes later, Kit stared at the woman, who stirred by his side, rolled onto
her front, knelt up, stretched her arms high in the air and smiled down at him.
    “Mm…mmmm.”
She grinned. “Got to say I enjoyed that.”
    My
wife, my love, my life. Six words to fill him with satisfaction.
    “Your
turn, ma petite . Now what first, I wonder? Do I tie you, flog you and
fuck your darkness? Or fill you with my seed and wonder if we create our first
child.”
    “You
er ... what?” Her eyes widened, she blinked and gasped. “Oh shit what have I
done?”
    Why
was she talking about bodily functions in such a manner? And she seemed
perturbed, not at all as she normally would when he made such suggestions.
    Kit
opened his mouth to ask what she meant when she scrambled over him, nearly
de-balling him in her haste. His cock must have seen near disaster because it
deflated the fastest he had ever known. If it could, Kit would swear it
wouldn’t have stopped at slinking between his legs but snuck behind his ass
instead.
    He
let his breath out in one long whoosh when she stood next to the bed and
frantically looked around.
    “Definitely
both. On your knees, head on the pillow.”
    “Yeah,
yeah, hold on a sec.” It was obvious she hadn’t listened to him. “Where’s that
sodding bag? Ha, thank the lord.” She ignored Kit as she lifted the reticule
she had grabbed and upended the contents on the covers next to him.
    Kit
stared. What on earth had she got in there? Nothing was familiar to him. Except,
he saw with relief, a fan. He watched carefully as she scrabbled between
strange shapes and boxes and pulled out a package, and waved it high in
triumph.
    “Yes!
I knew I’d got some with me. We do nothing unless you jacket up.” She paused
and looked at him closely. “Hey, just because I carry condoms doesn’t mean I’m
easy or a slut, okay? I’m open and honest and don’t agree to a double standard.
If a guy can say he wants to shag, why shouldn’t a woman? Likewise I carry
condoms, tampons—cos lord I’m about as regular as a London bus—along with a
spare pair of contacts, wet wipes, and make sure my safety buddy knows where I
am. Which reminds me, where am I