Page 26 of The Widow


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“I believe I might actually be in heaven,” he admitted before giving a groan of pleasure as he felt the rasp of Elizabeth’s tongue along the length of his cock.

Elizabeth had only seen one other bare cock, and Sterling’s was both thicker and longer. The balls beneath also became taut and swollen when she cupped them in her hand as she parted her lips and took the fat cockhead into the heat of her mouth.

The taste of the leaking fluid was exquisite, a mixture of earthy spices that Elizabeth eagerly sucked and licked into her mouth before swallowing.

She gasped and lost her concentration at the first touch of the heat of Sterling’s lips against the lips of her cunny, followed by the moist rasp of his tongue against the swollen nubbin above.

A caress he repeated over and over again until Elizabeth felt a tingling heat coursing through her body.

A prickling sensation which quickly exploded in a burst of heat and pleasure so intense, Elizabeth could hear, see, and feel nothing but that pleasure for several long minutes.

When she finally recovered enough to be able to think again, it was to the realization that Sterling’s cock was still hard and throbbing in front of her, the wide top slick with more of that viscous fluid.

She parted her lips wide and took that thick cock into her mouth, sucking deeply as her tongue licked along the length and she began to bob her head up and down.

“Elizabeth…!” Sterling’s groan was one of encouragement, his hands tightly gripped the cheeks of her bottom as he once again licked and sucked between her thighs.

Elizabeth felt the tensing of his cock seconds before the first of his release spurted into her mouth. She quickly swallowed it down before the next pulse of hot release hit the back of her throat, and she swallowed that down too. Again and again, until the release came to an end.

Afterward, the two of them lay on the bed together, completely satiated.

So much so, Elizabeth had no sense of how much time had passed before a knock sounded on the bedchamber door.

“Do you need my assistance to dress?” It was telling that Peggy called from the hallway rather than entering the bedchamber, as she would normally have done first thing in the morning.

It took Elizabeth several long seconds to make sense of her maid’s words when her head was still so befuddled with lust and desire. “Perhaps in a little while,” she dismissed Peggy. Seconds later, she heard the other woman move away down the hallway.

Her gaze remained fixed upon Sterling as he not only removed himself from her arms, but also the bed, before pulling on and straightening his clothing. He ran an agitated hand through the dark thickness of his hair.

The latter was a futile attempt at tidying his appearance when the rest of him looked thoroughly debauched.

His pale eyes were glittering and fevered.

His cheeks were flushed the same color as his slightly slick and swollen lips.

His still-unfastened shirt was slightly askew, baring one shoulder.

The long length of his thick cock was back inside his pantaloons but was once again visibly aroused. Thomas had been young and virile, but Elizabeth didn’t think his libido had ever recovered quite as quickly as Sterling’s obviously had.

“We can stay here awhile longer, if you wish it?” Elizabeth moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue as she thought of once again having all that salty-tasting fatness stuffed inside her mouth.

He shook his head. “I should not have allowed this to happen the first time. Oh, not because I do not want you to the point of madness,” he assured when she looked uncertain. “But I should not have made love to you when you have been so recently injured and are so bruised.”

“Even if I wanted you to?” she teased.

“Even then,” he insisted softly. “I apologize—”

“Please do not. Being in your arms, making love together, has been the most erotic experience of my life.”

His eyes widened. “It has?”

“Please understand, I am not being disloyal when I say that Thomas and I were very young when we fell in love and married. I was barely eighteen and he only twenty. Over time, we learned how to give each other pleasure and to receive it. But it was not… It was never…”

“Do not distress yourself,” Sterling comforted. “I understand. I hope I was not too forward?” He frowned.

“Goodness, no.” Elizabeth laughed huskily. “I should very much like to do it again,” she admitted shyly.

“So would I,” he acknowledged. “But first, I should like for you to get well as quickly as possible so that you are able to travel back to London.”

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