52. Chapter Fifty-Two

Chapter Fifty-Two

M arcus Fabius Varro

Laura says we’ve been on a honeymoon. I don’t know that term. All I know is we’ve barely strayed from our bed for days. It’s a good thing there’s still seal meat preserved in one of the last mounds of snow near our cottage. We only stop our lovemaking long enough to spit it and cook it in the hearth, then we return to bed to discover more about how to give each other pleasure.

“I’m glad my woman is so lusty.” I roll her onto her stomach, straddle her thighs, lift her hair off her neck, and trail a line of kisses down the column of her spine. Pressing my thumbs into those two indents at the base of her tailbone, I nip back up to her neck again.

“I love you.” It’s such a gift to be able to say this whenever the urge strikes.

“I love you, too, Varro.”

And an even bigger gift to hear it from my beloved’s lips.

“Get to the good parts.” I love when her voice sounds like this, softly breathy yet demanding .

“And what might those good parts be, Dulcis ?” I exhale hotly into the sensitive canal of her ear, then lean back to watch her skin tide with what she calls goosebumps.

“All of them are on my front. Let me turn over.” She must be aroused again. She has that sulky, insistent sound that tells me she’s probably already wet for me.

After scooting back to rest gently on the backs of her thighs, I track my finger from her tailbone, through her crease, and slide into her dripping channel.

“Not all of your good parts are hidden, love.”

After a pleasured gasp, she says, “You’re a mean man. I have half a mind to punish you.”

“Mmm. Tell me, Dulcis, what does the other half of your mind want to do?”

“Spread my thighs wider.” I hear the smile in her voice. “Lie here and let you spear me with my favorite weapon.”

“But we’ve done that already today, thrice. I have an idea…”

I watch as her back muscles tighten. She knows me well enough to be wary of my tone. I imagine she’ll even fight me for a while… until she gives in. We both know no matter how things start, we’ll both end satisfied.

“Go ahead, gladiator. Tell me what you want. You know I’ll eventually say yes. You have a way with words.”

“And a way with my cock.” I playfully lay it on her crease and wiggle it until she squirms. If I wasn’t involved in a negotiation, I’d rock into her right now.

“Okay, yeah. That too. You definitely have a way with your cock.”

“I want to watch you use your rabbit.” I made my voice silky, a tone she normally can’t argue with.

“NO! ”

How does she manage to make that squealing noise sound so commanding? She flips onto her back, her thighs still between my knees. “No. No funny business with the bunny.”

“I agree. It will be serious. Seriously sexy.”

“Watching me put a plastic rabbit inside myself will be sexy?” She’s skeptical, but just her words alone make my already hard cock bob and leak drops of semen.

“Yes. Very, very sexy.”

I have to give her credit. She argues valiantly. Finally, when I realize she’s not playing, but is putting up a clear boundary, I quit quarreling and suck a nipple into my mouth. After licking and nipping until she’s panting, I pull off long enough to say, “You win, love. I won’t bring it up again.”

“Oh…” She pauses, head thrown back. She sucks air loudly between her teeth when I switch sides and lavish attention on her other nipple. “I was moments away from giving in.”

“Mmm.” I don’t say words—my mouth is otherwise occupied. When I come up for air, I look deeply into her eyes. “Get your little purple toy for me, love. I want to watch you fuck yourself.”

She gasps, her face flashing red hot, even as she pushes me out of the bed and rolls out after me. It doesn’t take her long to rummage under the platform and retrieve the towel-wrapped rabbit.

“I’m embarrassed.”

She is. How can she be so lusty when we fuck and then feel embarrassed over giving herself pleasure in front of me? I don’t understand her twenty-first-century emotions.

“Look into my eyes, love. Do you think I ask you to do this to make fun of you? No. I want to watch you come apart, watch you squirm and moan and thrust that innocent toy between your legs as I stroke myself and enjoy your show. You can watch me, too. Nothing to be embarrassed about between two people who love each other. ”

As she inhales deeply several times, I see her body relax. She scoots to the head of the bed, leaving me to watch from between her wide, spread legs.

“That’s right, love. Let’s enjoy this.” Her lower lips are already glistening, liquid pooling at her opening.

She takes the purple rabbit in her hands, her fingers curling around its pliable shaft. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips as she contemplates it, and I can see the anticipation building in her eyes.

“You’re going to look so pretty for your gladiator.” My voice is encouraging, designed to erase her reluctance. The way she blinks rapidly tells me she’s trying to hold back, but she can’t resist for long. She grips the toy more tightly and slowly positions it between her legs, her breath catching in her throat.

She teases herself, wetting just the head in her pooling cream, then sliding it along her slit, barely letting it kiss her clit before returning it to her center. She gives up her attempt to hold my gaze, and her lids flicker shut as she arches her back and keeps the toy sliding between her channel and her little nub.

Finally, time stands still as the sight of her wet folds glistening with desire part to make way for the foreign object. It’s so mesmerizing I wish I could ask her to slow down, but I clamp my lips shut and give in to my temptation as I grip my cock and pleasure myself as I watch.

The soft plastic slides inside her slowly, stretching her inner walls as it was meant to do. I watch in awe as she makes one gentle thrust after another, her eyelids fluttering as she bucks her hips in rhythm to her strokes.

“Not as full as when you’re in me, gladiator.” Though her tongue is thick, her words are clear enough.

My sweet Dulcis , interrupts her own pleasure to stroke my pride—surely the perfect woman.

Her breath hitches and catches. A tiny grunt escapes her lips with every delicious inch it enters. Her fingers tighten around the base, gripping it harder as she loses herself to the rhythm of her movements.

She tinkers with the controls without missing a beat, and a soft buzzing fills the room. The bunny ears vibrate on her sensitive spot and the thing must be circling inside her channel, the beads rubbing her pleasure spots, just as she showed me all those months ago. It must feel as good as she said it would. After all, she risked bringing it across the world to use in a compound filled with men.

The room fills with the sounds of her moans and gasps mixed with the slick slapping noises from the toy gliding in and out of her hot, tight flesh.

“You look beautiful, Laura. Head thrown back in bliss, nipples hard and peaked in the air. More beautiful than Venus.”

The phallus slides effortlessly now, lubricated by her growing excitement, making a wet sucking sound that echoes around us. The tangy scent of arousal fills my nostrils as I circle my hand tight on my cock, delaying my release as I watch my Laura welcome her pleasure.

I leave my perch between her legs and slip to the floor, leaning close to let her feel my hot breath ghost along her cheek as I urge her on.

“That’s right. So fucking beautiful, skin rosy as you let go and enjoy yourself. You deserve so much pleasure.”

Laura whimpers. I don’t know whether it’s in response to my words, the toy, or both.

She grips the rabbit toy tighter, her fingers digging into its sleek surface, her knuckles going white as she loses herself in the sensation. Her breathing grows ragged and erratic, each exhale mixing with a moan or a gasp. She’s so exquisite I vow to sketch her like this when we finally end our honeymoon. As her hips begin to move in earnest, my cock throbs in response, leaking hot beads of semen .

I loosen my grip on my shaft, not wanting to come before her, but between her breasts bouncing and her moans of pleasure and the scent… pure heaven, it’s all I can do not to race to my own release.

Her rhythm is hypnotic; I can feel the beat of it pulsing through me, echoing in my chest like a heartbeat. She’s lost in the moment now, oblivious to anything but her pleasure. Her head tips back, gold hair spilling across the pillow. The pink tip of her tongue darts out to wet full lips that part ever so slightly.

Her thighs are quivering as her legs bend, knees toward the ceiling, and heels digging into the bed.

“Fuck me! Varro. I don’t want this toy. Fuck your woman!”

I hadn’t expected this, but I don’t make her wait an extra moment. She tosses the toy to the side as I climb back on the bed and burrow into her slick channel in one hard, decisive plunge.

She howls in pleasure, presses her palms to my ass, and rides me from below. Am I thrusting into her or is she impaling herself on me? Both. Neither. It doesn’t matter. We’re flying together, fucking each other, pleasuring each other. It doesn’t take her long to throw her head back and scream her bliss as her core pulses around my shaft.

My body responds immediately as I shoot my seed into her in hot pulses. I don’t hold back my grunts of ecstasy even as she keens her response. The sound of our wordless noises combines with the slapping of wet flesh as it echoes off the stone walls.

Her breasts are jiggling beneath me, the tips grazing my chest as she finishes her bliss, sighing and finally collapsing against the bed.

“Kisses!”

“So demanding.” I settle at her side and comply, kissing her cheeks and forehead and velvety eyelids. “My love, so perfect. That was generous of you to give me such a sexy show.”

“Mmm. Hold me as I go to sleep, my love. It was generous of you to fuck me so well there at the end.”

As I hug her to sleep, I wonder how a woman with such overflowing passion managed to sleep in the same cottage as me for months without sharing this bliss with me. It doesn’t matter. We have it now.