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“I can’t, you’re squashing me flat!” she lied, mortified at the view he must be getting of her fleshy backside. He hadn’t even removed her stockings! She had lost one shoe in the tussle in the doorway, but she fancied the other hung off her foot. She kicked her leg and heard the shoe fall to the floor with a dull thud.

“No matter,” said Oswald calmly. He shifted over her, so he was straddling her waist, but facing her feet.

She stiffened at the outrage. “What are you doing?”

“Just enjoying the view,” he said lightly and ran his hands over the twin globes of her buttocks. He leant down and brushed a kiss first on one and then the other.

Fen gasped. “Y-you’re the wrong way round!”

He laughed softly. “You sound so outraged, Fenella. But if you feel so strongly about me not having a mistress, then there is a certain price that has to be paid.”

“What price?” huffed Fen, feeling his hand rest on her behind and then lightly trace down the crack until his questing fingers slid right into her secret female place, that ached and tingled and was already embarrassingly wet. “Oh!” Fen dropped her face onto the mattress and bit her lip as she tried not to react to the wicked fingers which probed and stroked and slid, until she found herself opening her legs of her own accord to give him better access. Her cheeks burned, finding herself acting the wanton.

“It doesn’t seem you’ll mind overmuch,” he said lightly teasing.

Fen felt her forehead break out in a light sweat as she started to move desperately against the slide of his fingers. She whimpered.

“There?”

She nodded her head desperately, forgetting he wasn’t looking in the direction of her face. “Please!” she burst out.

He re-doubled his efforts and Fen felt an explosion behind her eyeballs. She shouted hoarsely, and he shoved his fingers deep inside her, his thumb still rotating lightly against the little bead that was so sensitive. As the euphoria subsided, he flexed his fingers, prolonging her tremors and drawing them out until she was nothing more than a shimmering, melted puddle of bliss. Fen’s eyes drifted shut, and she was barely aware of the fact she was being rolled onto her back. She groaned, and felt him resettle over her, but she kept her eyes resolutely shut. Mayhap, he would take pity on her and realize her legs were too weak to hold her up right now if he wanted to do it like the beasts of the field. She needed a breather at least. Then she felt his hair brush her thighs and her eyes sprang open, at the precise moment she felt his warm breath against her most intimate place. “Husband!”

He glanced up as he rearranged her limbs, so that her knees were over his shoulders. “You’ve a price to pay, remember?”

Fen gazed at him. “A price?”

“For my not employing a mistress,” he answered.

Fen huffed out a breath, as her mind reeled. Her position was most indecent. Somehow her green stockings and red garters intact made it even worse. She could only imagine the picture she must present to his eyes. She looked back at him uncertainly, but his rapt gaze was between her open legs.

“Gods, you’re so-” he said thickly, and then lowered his mouth to her. Fen sucked in a shocked breath. He had done this to her before, of course. But she hadn’t been fully dressed. And she hadn’t had her legs flung over his shoulders. And she hadn’t known what to expect. This time felt very different, as she clutched the bedsheets and writhed like a snake against the mattress. He took a lot longer over it this time. Almost an indecent amount of time. With embarrassing speed he brought her to the brink of the cliff again and again, only to avoid the crisis and then try a different approach which grew and grew until she was back on the precipice again. In this position, there was no escape from that tormenting mouth which seemed to have learned her every weak spot and secret delight. She shivered. She shuddered. She started to rock herself against his mouth. She was so close. So, so close. When he lifted his head and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, Fen stared up at him in speechless indignation! Before she could complain at such treatment, however, she noticed the molten heat in his eyes.

“Up!” he said, his voice gravelly. “I need to be inside you. Now.” He was unhooking her legs and rolling her back onto her stomach. He deftly unfastened his crotch and Fen’s eye was drawn to his angry looking manhood which sprang forth. It stood pointing almost straight up and looked more swollen than ever. He didn’t bother to remove his long black chauses or undo his tunic. “Up on your knees,” he urged her, his hands at her waist. Fen scrambled to her knees, but her skirts were getting in the way in the front. “Wait,” she panted. “My dress…”

But he was past waiting. As she fumbled, trying to drag the caught-up material from under her knees, he was lining their bodies up, behind her. She felt the swollen head of his man-root at her needy entrance and whimpered. The next thing she knew, he had driven its full length into her and was so deep her eyes watered. “Oh, my lord!” she shrieked, and he stilled.

“Fen? Are you-?”

She lowered her head and wailed as her shuddering body was engulfed in wave after wave of sensation.

He groaned, “That feels so good. You’re going to make me reach it too soon.” Then he slammed into her again and again, his hard hips pummeling against her soft, cushiony body. Fen’s arms gave out partway through and she turned her face to the side, so her cheek rested against the mattress as he hammered his way right through her own rapture and loudly achieved his own. He lay a moment, covering her back as he recovered his breath. Then he peeled himself off her with a reluctant sigh and turned her over. “Let’s get this off you,” he murmured.

Fen’s eyes fluttered open. It was a good job he’d loosened her gown at the start, she thought. Or she wouldn’t have been able to catch her breath once he’d started with her. She looked down in dismay at several rents at the front of her dress from where the front of her skirt had torn away from the bodice. Whatever will Trudy think?

“I’ll buy you a new one,” said Oswald seeing the direction of her gaze.

“I’m sure it can be mended,” she said, as he lifted her gown up and over her head.

He dropped it over the side of the bed, straightened her shift, and then palmed her cheek, looking into her eyes. “Was I too rough?”

Fen felt her color flood back again. “No,” she said.

“You’re sure?”

“Quite sure,” she said turning from him self-consciously to pull back the covers.

“Fen.”