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screamed with it.
    She came back to herself slowly. His strong arms were cradling her. He stroked her back in long, leisurely motions. His breathing sounded heavy. His cock throbbed within her, still erect.
    He murmured something then withdrew, his thick length sliding from her.
    She whimpered at the loss of fullness. At the loss of him.
    He rolled her onto her back. The scent of earth rose. The grass was soft and cool, contrasting with his hard, warm body as he lowered himself on her. He bent and took one of her taut nipples into his mouth, laving it, his tongue like wet fire. She clutched his head. He suckled on her tight peak. Shafts of delight stabbed down through her belly to her core. She arched her hips and all the while uttered pleading moans.
    She hadn’t imagined this would be so…so very sumptuously sensual.
    “I want you.” His voice was husky, urgent. “All of you. Now.”
    He lifted his body. She opened her eyes. He was holding himself in his hand. Stroking slowly. He was so huge. She’d known that, of course, having had him inside already. But seeing him like that, held for display, made it seem all the larger. He took his cock and rubbed it against her most sensitive part, sliding like velvet against velvet. Unbearably sensual pleasure. She writhed and strained for more of the sensation and her nub grew erect yet again.
    Her core felt hollow. Empty. She craved him. She needed him.
    “Please, please, please…” She tossed her head on the mossy grass.
    He lifted his head. His eyes were like green flames, glittering. Moonbeams cast highlights and shadows over his face. “Give me my name. I will not be just any man to you.”
     She reached up and touched his cheek, tracing the angles of his cheekbone, his jaw line. “Thomas, Thomas, please, please, take me, fill me.”
    “Show me.” He put his hand over hers and pressed it to his cheek. “Show me how much you want me.”
    He dropped his hand and leant back.
    She caught her breath. Other men, wealthy gentlemen and aristocrats who had purchased her favours from Mr Boger for an hour or two, had ordered her to display herself. A cringingly humiliating experience.
    But she had yearned for Thomas from afar and never thought to have him. He was her choice. Her dear love. Without further demure, she grasped her knees, pulled her legs apart and up to her chest, spreading her nether lips. She wanted him to see how much she craved him inside her. To see how the wetness seeped over her swollen inner lips.
    And he did see. His gaze fixed between her legs. He inhaled, loudly. His eyes looked like huge dark pools, his features taut with desire. Something crossed his expression, something that made him look younger, vulnerable. She felt a tugging in the centre of her chest.
    He’d never appeared more handsome to her.
    He growled. The sudden, feral sound made her jump. His visage sharpened and he lunged forward, then put his cock to her moist flesh.
    At the welcomed return of him, she sighed with bliss.
    He eased himself in, slowly, steadily. The return of fullness and pressure took her breath and she wiggled, trying to drive him as deeply as possible.
    He put his hands under her, cupping her buttocks, lifting her. Her inner muscles tightened as she lifted her hips, assisting him. He stared straight into her soul, holding her spellbound. She felt totally under his control, his to do with as he pleased. And apparently it pleased him to please her. He moved her hips to and fro on his hard, thick length, manipulating her until his crown stroked against the most sensitive spot, deep inside her.
    She cried out, pressing her bare feet to the ground and arching her hips.
    “There, sweetheart?” he murmured, rocking against that spot with a slow, sensual motion.
    “Yes, yes, oh yes.” On a low, long moan, she let her eyes drift shut.
    He seemed inexhaustible, gradually increasing his speed, fucking her endlessly there on the soft grass, in the spill of brilliant