Fifty

THE couple’s first morning in the cabin arrived quite differently, with the husband’s cock sliding inside the wife’s mouth.
Fabian first thought he was dreaming still, only to find out that his beloved had taken control of the dream and was pleasuring him with her expertise in handling his cock after more than a year of getting to know it.
And he must say, she did it so well that by the time he moved and pushed her flat on her back, he was already crazy with the craving to slide into her sweet, wet, tight warmth.
And when he did, he was gratified to hear her imploring whispers to thrust deeper, to make it harder, as she angled her hips for fuller penetration.
Her face was flushed with her own need, her eyes rolling up as he angled his hips to make sure his cock slid against her clit, or that sweet spot inside that could always undo her.
Oh yes, she wasn’t the only one who’d memorized the other one’s body so thoroughly because eliciting the other one’s excitement and pleasure was paramount.
She was his wife.
She must have every best thing he could ever give her.
Pretty soon, her back was springing from the bed, her beautiful body taut and wonderful breasts firm, thin sweat making her skin gleam. Her inner muscles sweetly gripped and taunt me to give in… but I gritted my teeth as I watched her first climax.
Oh no. He had always given her more of this. It was much of a pleasure to watch her cum like this, and she always gave and gave…
She was the most wonderful embodiment of a woman there ever was.
She was begging for him to cum with her by the third one, and he shook his head.
“One more… I know you can do one more…”
*“Mon dieu…!”* she cried. “You are determined to kill me with pleasure.”
“*Mon amour*, you nearly killed me with pleasure when I woke up this morning.”
And Fabian smiled at Adalene, slid out of her… only to crawl down between her thighs to clean her up with his tongue as she lets him, and watched him with eyes that were lit with soft love.
When he went back to her, she kissed him with all the ardor of the lover he called her to be, and when he slid inside her again, she gave him a fourth one, and he came with her on the fifth.
They cavorted in the covers after that. He rose earlier at dawn to add more wood to the fire, and the soft blankets were a little dewy with their sweat.
But it was all perfect.
“I thought you said you can’t give me one anymore, but you did, too,” he teased her.
“You know you only have to look at me a certain way and I think I will never stop cumming,” she said breathlessly as if it was a confession.
He laughed softly at that. “You have such a way with words that makes me want to just stay inside you all the time. Every hour, every minute, asleep or awake. Even when we’re together or not.”
Adalene giggled at that. “Oh, my husband. You sometimes say the most ridiculous of things!”
“I know. But maybe in this cabin, we’ll manage it at least for the whole morning.”
She moaned as she felt his cock, which was flushed to her thigh, twitched into slow hardness. Her face turned pensive. “Do you think we can manage to dress quickly when my family arrives?”
“They will be here after lunch, right?” he asked as his face was angling to kiss her, his voice turning gruff, his body rubbing in lazy motions against her soft skin, and a hand reaching to knead an attentive breast.
“I don’t… remember,” she replied as she arch her back to offer her other breast to him.
“Hmmm… it should still be too early to care,” he was saying before slipping a nipple into his mouth.
“Oohhh…” she moaned as she held the back of his head with her hand, her other hand feeling the delicious rippling of his muscles in his back, her head thrown back in the pillows, and her eyes closed to savor the sensations he was creating in her body once again. “I know…”
He moaned with her nipple still inside his warm mouth and she felt the sensation down to her toes.
And when he opened her thighs and slowly entered her again, they made love slowly… more tenderly.
Slow thrusts that waited patiently, kisses both soft and deliberate, nips and tongues in places, but mostly mouth-to-mouth kisses, as if he couldn’t get enough of her lips.
Her first climax was a slow burn of sensations that found paths to raze, only to burn again with rushing fire that charged her body anew.
“Oh, *mon amour*… must you always make me feel this way?” she asked, panting, when it passed.
“Like what?” he asked as he resumed his slow and full thrusts.
“Like being reborn in fire each and every time,” she whispered, her body writhing with how good those thrusts felt to her.
“Your words,” he groaned. “Your words move me to just love you… and own you… possess you…” he moaned between each thrust. “Lust after you… and do this even in my dreams…”
She panted more as she felt the gathering of force to the next release. “Ahhh… ohhh… uuhhh, yes-yes-yes…”
“Oh, *ma bichette*, I can never have enough of you… enough of this… you just don’t know…”
She shook her head. “I don’t want you to have enough. This just feels so… I can’t live without it. I can’t live without you… ohhh… loving me… especially like—oohh, Fabian—this,” she cried.
“Then you’re going to have this until I have spent the last of my strength!” he said.
But she was cumming again and she could barely answer, her ability to speak coherently taken away by the explosion of liquid heat inside her before it thrilled her whole body…
He came with her just a beat after her third climax.
And by lunchtime, he was buried inside her again for the third time.
It was Fabian who roasted the seasoned meat in charcoal as Adalene prepared fruits in a bowl for them both.
Then they were ready for their visitors when they arrived, carrying food and wine that might not rival what they have stored in their winery, but more than enough for the merriment that ensued as the men discussed with the Baron, and her mother and sisters and sisters-in-law chatted away as the kids played on the floor around them.
Her brothers Arsène, Pascal and Georges had, since her wedding, learned how easy it was to talk to her husband about farming.
And she could see that they had taken to studying further, since she could hear them speak words they would not have uttered a while back.
Her mother already told her that since visiting the manor and then meeting even her husband’s great aunt pushed the men to do better, as not to embarrass her to her husband and his family, and to serve better the wives who had spent more time with the marchioness in gown sewing and jewelry designing and making venture they did with Adalene and their mother.
The wives and other women in the village were learning so much that the men didn’t want to get left behind.
But it was the children that Adalene caught Fabian watching more than a few times, and how, even as he listened attentively and participated in the discussion, he smiled at times at the shenanigans her nephews and nieces got into as they played around the adults.
And when he caught her watching him, there was a look of guilty pleasure she saw on his face as his cheeks flushed a little.
It was another indication of how honest he was when he said he wanted them to have children, and that her concern—that he would remember his late mother and others who had lost their lives in childbirth-hadn’t seem to affect his desire for this.
He wanted a family with her.
And how she prayed she would give him this.