Chapter 64

To validate her words, her legs spread wider, her hands reached for his head and pulled it against her, rolling her hips upward with her mounting pleasure, grinding her sex against his lips and tongue. To accompany his lips, he inserted his middle finger deep into her core, bringing a quick inhalation of breath as she felt her excitement mount. His lips played with hers, lightly licking and sucking the tender folds, brushing against her clitoris multiple times without giving her the pressure or stimulation to send her over the precipice. He withdrew his finger which had been doing marvelous things to the inside of her sheath, slippery and well oiled in the fluids her overstimulated senses were releasing. She gave a slight sigh of disappointment, which rapidly turned into a deeper moan as it slid across the sensitive nerves around her puckered rosebud before sliding into her dark hole, the sphincter dilating to admit his finger.

"You naughty boy, Stuart. You should warn me before putting things in there," she whispered rapturously.

He laughed deep in his throat, the vibrations doing wondrous things as his tongue replaced the void left by the withdrawal of his finger from her well oiled sheath. He began to saw his finger back and forth in her fundament as he drank the dew seeping from her body.

"I'm so close, Stuart. So close. Please, give me release."

One more swipe of his tongue from her the finger penetrating her backside to the stiff nubbin at the top of her cleft and his lips suckled on the hardened flesh as he was so wont to do with her stiff nipples and the dams within her burst and her legs quivered as they tightened around his head. Mewling cries of pleasure muffled by her thighs clasping his ears in fevered embrace. He felt her stomach vibrating under his left hand as her spasms consumed her body in twitching contractions of satisfied need. He kept up his stimulation, letting her have no surcease to the delightful waves washing over her, bringing her to a second, then a third climax before easing his attentions.

She gave a satisfied sigh as the last of her orgasm finally washed away under his relaxed stimulation, though she was still giddy from the sweeping euphoria of it. He slowly kissed his way up her sensitized body, paying especial attention to the stiffened peaks of her nipples on round breasts still flushed from her climax. She felt the stiffness and tension of his cock as the head rubbed across her clit. Reaching between them, she grasped the steely shaft and guided it to the entrance of her cunt, dripping wet with arousal.

He gave a little push and the thick head pushed into her, parting the swollen, blood engorged flesh. He teased her with the head, sliding it back and forth into her opening until she thrust her hips up off the bed, capturing the full length of his manhood in the molten inferno of her flaming tunnel.

It was Stuart's turn to moan as she contracted around his turgid prick, heavy with need. She drew her legs up towards her chest, opening herself more to his heavy thrusts.

"Fuck me, Stuart. Give me your seed. It's time we make a child together. I want our own bairn to share with you. Plant your seed deep within me, Stuart. I love only you and I want this proof of your love growing within my womb. Fuck me hard."

Stuart did exactly as Ailene requested, plunging deep with every stroke, their groins colliding together in violent impact as he sought the release she demanded. He'd been so excited all evening; the dress, her beauty, the dancing, his pleasuring of her, all bringing him to the cusp of this moment. They'd had no time together since she'd refused Frang and kicked him out of the bedroom and every frustrating moment he'd been apart from her, unable to atone for his stupidity. Every moan, every word of her panting request, every slide of his cock into her core, every contraction of her sheath as she accepted his shaft contributed to the mounting tautness in his balls. It kept building and building until he felt he must burst from the unbearable pressure.

"I'm climaxing again, Stuart. It feels so good. I love you, Stuart. You fill me so."

With those words, he did. He rammed one last time into Ailene and with a heavy grunt, felt his prick swell as jet after jet of heavy cream rocketed from the crown of his cock to fill her welcoming womb. His pulsations continued for uncounted ticks of the clock, completely draining his balls of every precious drop of fluid. Stuart panted, winded from the exertion expended in his efforts.

He looked down at Ailene, awash in the glow of her own orgasm, her legs parted and bent up towards her chest. His cock snuggled within the depths of her cunt, both twitching still.

"I love you, Ailene. I was a fool. I know it now. I'm so sorry, my love."

"I forgive you, Stuart. It was as much my fault as yours. I let you convince me. It's over and done. We'll speak no more of it. We need to move beyond it now." She pulled his head down to her breasts and stroked the curly hair atop his head. "I'm happy, Stuart. I can't imagine a better ending to this day. Isobel becoming part of our family, celebrating with friends and family, two people joining together in love." She kissed the top of his head. "If you'll hang up my dress for me, I'll see if I can't encourage another cockstand from you. The Midsummer is overflowing with magic and any child born of our union this night will be a truly special child."

She climbed deep in the covers while Stuart hung her dress and welcomed him with open arms when he came to bed. As she said, the night was filled with magic and her lips and tongue soon encouraged him to another bout of love.