Keeping one hand on her breast, Henry switched his attention to her nether portal. Starting with long licks on her outer lips, Henry gently stroked into her channel with his other hand. The tension building in Marguerite revealed itself in the increasingly frantic moans that came from her throat even as her thighs trembled with the effort not to close round Henry.
The knot of tension in the pit of Marguerite's stomach wound tighter till she thought she might burst. Henry sucked gently at the nub hidden between the folds of her hood while his fingers thrust into her snug channel. The sensation of both Henry's mouth and fingers drove Marguerite over the edge. Her strangled scream as spasms ran through her body made Henry lap greedily at the salty sweet essence that poured out of Marguerite over his fingers and across her thighs.
As the last of the tremors ran through Marguerite's limbs, Henry rose and thrust himself forcefully into her snug, wet portal. Her gasp made him still, hesitant in the fear that he had hurt her.
Seeing the concern in his eyes, Marguerite was so moved that tears rose to her eyes. Mistaking them as signs of pain, he moved to withdraw.
"I am so sorry, love, I should not have..." His words of regret were lost in the groan of pleasure that erupted as Marguerite drew her thighs up, locking them high up on Henry's hips and thrusting her hips upward, effectively trapping him completely in her. Kissing him forcefully, she felt the taste of Henry that lingered on her tongue mingle with the taste of herself that filled Henry's mouth.
Mimicking the thrusting motion of her hips, Marguerite ensured the erotic mingling of their essences in their warm wet mouths reflected the smoldering union in the depths of Marguerite. The creaking of the bed as Henry's speed increased was accompanied by the sound of wet slapping flesh as they danced a universal primitive dance. Rearing up, Henry watched Marguerite's eyes glaze over with passion and desire as his thrusts alternated between maddeningly slow, deep strokes and shallow, rapid movements that made his glistening organ pure blurred motion.
Relishing the sight of Marguerite's shaking breasts, Henry cupped them as his thrusts deepened. Noting how their perfect peaks stood firm as the pale mounds quiver, he worshiped them with his tongue and lips, drawing cries from Marguerite.
Reaching for the elusive edge, Marguerite matched Henry's force as she thrust up. The grinding of their pelvic bones pushed Marguerite over the edge. Her spasms and tightening muscles clamped down around Henry and milked him. Shouting his pleasure, he held still in her vise-like grip as he shot deep into her. Reluctant to part, Henry collapsed into Marguerite's arms while their mingled essence bathed them both in the most intimate of ways.
As Henry slid off to sleep in her embrace, Marguerite stroke softly down his back. She fought back tears as the thought of their impending parting rose unbidden.
Marguerite Crofts, you must let him go, for both your sake, you must.
She stared into the dying embers of the fire with growing bitterness.
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