Chapter 50

"Your taste is exquisite - sweet yet salty and perfectly spiced." Adam used his thumbs to part her folds as his tongue delved deeper, penetrating her opening then sweeping up to tease her taut clitoris.
Marietta clutched at handfuls of the blanket while he licked and sucked at her. Her entire body trembled with the pleasure that coiled deep inside. When his lips closed around the taut nub of her clitoris and sucked, the dam burst, sending rivers of pleasure coursing through her being, filling her from fingers to toes.
"Beautiful," he whispered. He kissed her muff gently until the tremors ceased then wiped his chin with his hand as he leaned up to taste her lips.
Marietta wrapped her arms around his shoulders and returned his kiss with a hunger that would have been embarrassing if she hadn't been too far gone to care. She tasted herself on his lips and tongue, and the unique flavor only ignited her further. Instinctively she bent her knees to create a better cradle for his hips as the tip of his cock nudged at her entrance.
Leaning up on one elbow, he used his other hand to position himself. He rubbed his erection against her cleft, wetting the thin rubber membrane. She expected it to feel strange, unnatural, but all she could feel was the strength and heat of him even through the sheath.
"Please," she murmured, canting her hips upward hungrily. "I need you."
"No more than I need to be inside you," he replied. He moved his arm to balance his weight on either side of her body then laced his fingers through hers, holding them just above her head. Slowly and with carefully controlled strength, he pushed inside her wet heat, filling her completely.
"I wanted to go slowly," he said, kissing her eyelids as he withdrew to the very tip then slowly surged forward until he was touching the tip of her womb. "But I'm not sure I will be able to. It has been a long time for me, Marietta, and you are so wondrously tight."
She wanted to tell him that fast was fine, but all that came out was a whimper as he repeatedly thrust in and out of her clutching channel.
Adam's entire consciousness was focused on the softness of the woman beneath him and the hot clasp of her snug muscles as they rippled around his cock. Her orgasm had never completely stopped, so her sweet little cunt fluttered around him like a thousand tiny fingers, even through the rubber of the condom.
How had he ever mistaken Marietta for snooty and straightlaced? She burned for him like a flame now that she had discarded her reservations. Her dimpled cheeks sported a rosy blush that went all the way down to her generous breasts, and her eyes were the color of the richest chocolate, dark and sparkling. Her lips, plump from his kisses quivered as she gasped for breath. Her hips rose eagerly to meet his every thrust, taking him deeper than he'd ever been, or it least it felt that way to him.
In no time at all his control broke. He pounded into her, fucking her for all he was worth. Their fingers knotted together above her head, thrusting her luscious breasts up to him like a feast. He bent his head and sucked one rosy tip into his mouth. Her nipples were as ripe and delicious as fresh berries and nearly as dark a pink. Her walls clenched around his shaft as he sucked deeply, letting him know she loved that attention. His cock shuttled faster and harder until he felt her tense then shatter around him. The fierce clamp of her cunt milking him was enough to slam him into release. He held himself deep as he cried out her name and poured himself into the sheath, spurting so long and hard he feared it would break.
Spots danced before his vision as he collapsed, barely mustering the strength to roll to the side rather than crushing the woman beneath him. He rolled her with him as he reluctantly withdrew from her welcoming body. She cuddled against him, sweaty and limp, her head pressed tight to his heaving chest.
"Thank you," he whispered long moments later when he was able to speak. "That was - amazing."
"Thank you," she mumbled into his chest. "I had no idea it could be like that. The best I'd ever known before was - nice. This wasn't nice at all. It was astonishing."
Her late husband had been a dolt, Adam concluded. Though medical literature decried the existence of natural female sexuality, he'd never ascribed to that theory. His youthful education at the hands of a lusty chambermaid had been too thorough to leave him any doubt about feminine desires and orgasms. While many of his colleagues may have felt threatened by healthy, lusty women, Adam considered them fools. It was a lucky man indeed who found a partner who matched his desires.
He shifted his lower body away from hers to remove the spent sheath. The tip was full of fluid with no sign of leaks, making him breathe just a bit easier. He looked around for a way to dispose of it discreetly but found none, so he untangled his limbs from Marietta's and stood.
She lay warm and smiling in front of the hearth, but he could see her eyes droop and knew she'd be chilled very soon. Covering her with his unfolded dressing gown, he hurried to toss the rubber condom in the kitchen dustbin. When he returned, Marietta was dozing.
Well, she needed it, but he couldn't leave her here by the hearth. He pulled on his drawers and trousers then quickly checked on his patient. Monty still slept peacefully by the grate, just a few feet from his savior. Moving as cautiously as possible, Adam bent and lifted Marietta into his arms. She smiled up at him groggily.
"Time to go, so soon?"
"Time to put you to bed, madam. You need a good night's sleep to combat the chill you took from the rain and cold." He walked to the stairs. Odd how much he was looking forward to seeing her dark hair spread out across his pillows. They'd only just finished and he was already hardening again.
"I need to go home," she said reluctantly, pulling her head from his chest to look him in the eyes. "The neighbors can't see me leaving in the morning. At least now, in the rain, they won't likely be watching."
He paused, just a few feet shy of the stairs. "I'm more worried about your health than your reputation."
"I know, and that's admirable. But a widow's reputation is important, Adam. I like Porter Street and I like this village. I don't want to have to move away because I've been branded a lightskirt."
"Fine." She was right of course. Unless he wanted to be putting a ring on her finger inside a fortnight, he should take her home right now. So why didn't that prospect seem as frightening as it should? "But we're bundling you up in some of my clothing. You're not putting your wet things on again. Even if we're spotted, no one will know what you're wearing under my oilskin coat." Honestly, he doubted if anyone would even see so much as her fingertips or the toes of her boots.
"Thank you." She grinned ruefully. "I'll hide them from Mrs. Durnst and bring them back to you tomorrow when I can come quite openly to check on Monty."
He carried her up to his bedroom, cursing himself for being a noble idiot as he handed her a shirt, a heavy woolen jumper and his smallest pair of trousers. Then he left to fetch the rest of his own clothing, which was still strewn all over the parlor floor. He knew he'd never resist temptation if he walked back into his bedroom, so he dressed in the parlor.