9 The Countess II (2/2)

”Please don't wait,” she hissed

She lay back on the carpet and greedily guide him to her center. He input his tool in slowly, inexorably, filling her more than she could ever remember.She grasped as he began his rhythm, lowering himself onto her but resting all his weight on his arms.

She didn't care anymore. Her senses were now centered on his erection, her pleasure, his rapid pace. His increasing pace....

She moaned and screamed.

Suddenly, he pulled out of her and she felt as if she'd been gutted.

He flipped her, roughly and she let him.She needed more, wanted much more. He took her from behind for a while, riding her---and she reveled in it.He lowered his head, panting, onto her shoulder, and drive her downward into the soft carpet repeatedly despite her voice and moans.

He gripped her hips and bore down, reaching deeper amd deeper inside her, and her eyes crossed from the pleasure.He was still bearing down, and she heard her own rhythmic panting matching his.Without much warming she reached the spot, the highest of the mountain, the place she needed so many men to help her find years later.

Her orgasm rocked her to the core, and she knew she had drenched the floor.When he came moments later, he spurted hot and endlessly into her, and the long moment of pleasure left them both spent, with him lying prone over her back like a living cloak.

She lay back, naked in the musky, intercourse-laden air in front of the fireplace and watch Natit as he dressed. She admired his nakedness, feeling a lingering tingle after their heated lovemaking.The wet spot under her was cold now, and the heat of their coupling dissipated. She was shivering and he went and draped his fur cloak over her, he sat down and wrapped his arms around as she enjoyed his warmth.

”Why didn't I stopped him?” She asked herself that question over and over again.

When he left for his business that night, he never came back again. She still visit him, from time to time.