Page 60 of The White Enchantress

Faina looks up at me with a question on her face. I shrug. One thought on my mind. I am wild with lust after Guin’s kiss. It does not help to have her body rubbing up against mine. I need her. I need her body. I need her lips. I need her sweet, tight cunt.

Ten minutes go by since Guin left for the kitchens. I cannot wait any longer. Pushing my dinner plate aside, I stand up quickly and tread swiftly toward the kitchens in search of my wife. My cock is pulsing with want as I navigate through the halls and down the stairs to the kitchens.

As I step inside the main kitchen area, Guin sits on one of the counters, casually munching on a scone. “I wondered when you’d show up down here,” she says innocently.

A devilish smile appears on her face. I want to wipe it off with my mouth and cock. These thoughts should fill me with shame. But itdoes no such thing. Guin is mine. She loves me. And she loves my cock.

In two strides, I have her in my grasp. “If I was any other man, I would punish you for abandoning me at dinner, leaving me stiff.”

“If you were any other man, I wouldn’t have married you. Plus, you started it.”

I laugh, my breath tickling her lips. I want to take her then. But it is my turn to tease. Softly, I touch my lips to hers. As she attempts to deepen the kiss, I pull her back enough so that our lips are barely touching. Slowly, I tug her gown up over her thigh, brushing my fingers against her lips below.

Guin arches her back, pushing herself onto my hand. I pull away, placing my hands on her hips, my mouth on her supple breasts. A hand pulls me in deeper, fingers entwining in my hair. Grabbing her hand, I stop Guin from griping me tighter, ending my assault on the cleavage peering out from her dress.

“Lance, I can’t take much more of this. How are you going to pleasure me a dozen times tonight if you go this slow? It’s torture.”

I press my lips to hers while sliding a finger inside her wet lips below. A moan escapes into my mouth as I slide a second finger in effortlessly. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes. Please.”

I cater to her needs, massaging her inner walls until she cries out for more, her core pulsing with pleasure.One.With my fingers still inside her, I move my mouth from her lips to her ear, whispering, “Tell me how badly you want my cock.”

“I need you deep inside me. If you don’t fill me to the brim, I’m certain I will die from want of you.”

“How do you want me?” I know my boundaries with Guin. I can tease her easily, but I never push myself inside her without consent. Her wounds may have healed on the outside, but there are still moments when her mind doesn’t seem mended. As much as I want to plow Guin and make her scream, I need her to tell me that is what she wants too. And goddammit, I am hoping she wants the same as I do.

“Turn me around, fuck me hard and make it fast. Do not take your time.”

“Yes, my love.”

Wasting no time, I lay Guin face down on the counter, throwing her skirt up and push my entire length into her wet and willing cunt. She feels incredible. Too good. And when she begins grinding against me, I nearly finish with that one thrust. She wants a quick lay, but I am not going to be defeated so easily.

Grabbing her buttocks, I pull away from her slowly, plunging myself deep in a quick motion forward. After a few more thrusts, I can hear Guin’s breath quickening, telling me she is ready. I let go of my control, plowing myself into her hard and fast until we climax in unison.

Luckily, no one wanders into the kitchen. And if they had, we did not notice. As soon as we catch our breaths, I lift Guin off the counter, hoisting her over my shoulder and carry her to our bed chambers. I have work to do.

I wake up in the light of a mid-morning sun, feeling tender in certain spots. Before falling asleep in a sweaty heap, I had only pleasured Guin ten times. I promised a dozen and would give her just that before opening the letter as we break our fast.

Guin is still asleep, curled up on the left side of our bed, no doubt sore herself. I slide myself under the blankets, searching for her soft center. Not wanting to wake her yet, I carefully lift a leg over my head, positioning myself between her thighs. A gentle flick of the tongue brings a soft, sleepy moan to my ears.

I wake her up slowly, sliding my tongue along the folds of her lips. When I feel her stir awake, I dip my tongue inside her. “Oh! Fuck. Lance,” she moans from the other side of the blankets. Guin turns over onto her back, giving me full access to her cunt, entwining her fingers in my hair. The gentle massage from her fingers sends a thrill of desire down my spine.

While sucking enthusiastically, I give her a finger, coaxing Guin to climax. After three fingers, she is at my mercy, shaking from the pleasure I have given her with my tongue. And my cock is ready to give her more. I throw the blankets off our bodies, crawling my way up to her mouth and give her a taste of herself.

Slowly, inch by agonizing inch, I enter her. Guin. My love. My life. My beautiful wife. I need to take this slow. Not because mybody aches from a night of lovemaking, I only want to savor every bit of her. To feel every inch of myself inside her. To consume every delicious bite of her soul. To feel her heart beat with mine. Erratic and slow.

“Thirteen,” I hear Guin gasp as we lay next to each other in bed, our bodies glistening in sweat.

“What?”

“Thirteen orgasms. You gave me thirteen orgasms since last night.”

Pride is not the emotion I feel, or maybe it is. “I promised you at least a dozen. I will never break a promise to you.”

“Promise?”

I answer with a gentle kiss before rolling out of bed. “Are you hungry? I am famished.”

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