Tarass stood still, only moving his arms when necessary and keeping his lips locked to prevent the enjoyable moans from escaping when her hands lingered in intimate places. What proved the most difficult for him was when his plaid dropped to the floor and her hand found his manhood and her fingers closed around it.

“There’s still my shirt,” he reminded, fearful if she continued to stroke and tug his already stiff manhood that he’d come right there in her hand.

“I’ll get to that,” she said softly as her hand slid along his manhood to slip underneath and cup his sac gently. “It’s so pleasing to know that this all belongs to me.”

“Every bit of it, wife,” Tarass agreed.

Her hand returned to his engorged manhood, to tease it senseless, and he had difficulty keeping from dropping his head back and moaning in endless pleasure. Her touch had gone from innocent to experienced more quickly than he imagined, but then she enjoyed exploring him, finding out what pleased him and herself. And he had encouraged her every touch, exploring her with equal enthusiasm and pleasure.

He gasped when she hunched down and took him in her mouth. He was too close to the edge, too close to falling off into the abyss of pleasure, but she had tasted him once before and enjoyed it, and he didn’t want to spoil her fun or his.

He dropped his head back and groaned as she hungrily feasted on him. He silently warned himself not to let it go on too long. To stop her. Stop her before it was too late. Her mouth suddenly left him as if she heard his silent warnings.

“I’m going to come. I need you inside me. Your seed must be inside me,” she cried out anxiously.

Tarass whipped off his shirt, then her shift, lifted her, dropped her on the bed, spread her legs and entered her with such a hard thrust that she cried out.

“Tarass!” she screamed, her fingers gripping the blanket beneath her as she felt herself explode with pleasure.

A few good, hard thrusts and he exploded himself and made sure she came a second time as they spiraled and spun in a whirlwind of pleasure that left them completely breathless and satiated.

Tarass dropped down over her. “Good God, wife, I never expected you to be so generous in bed.”

“I am too demanding for you?” she asked with worry.

Tarass rolled off her, snagging her around the waist to pull her to rest against his side. “Look at me, wife,” he demanded softly when she kept her face averted from his.

“It doesn’t matter. I can’t see you.”