Page 23 of Royal Surrogate 2

By the way she writhes beneath my every touch, I know she’s wanted me, too. And I plan to give her every second of pleasure I can, wring every moment of bliss before…

Something…

I push the thoughts away again, for good this time as I kiss lower, finding my way to her breasts. And by god, they’re divine.

Her fingers thread into my hair, and I fear this is going to go much faster than I’d like. I want to draw this out for her. I want to take my time with her…

There’s something…

“You’re certain?” I ask. That must be it. That must be what’s holding me back.

“God, yes!” She all but pushes at my head, and I know instinctively what she desires.

But there’s something gnawing at me. I just can’t recall what it is.

Given her permission to carry on, I do, and I kiss lower, finding her abdomen, then her belly button. I take my time there, kissing her as she wraps her legs around me. I slow much more then, kissing the inside of one thigh, then the other, feeling her writhe beneath me with anticipation on the bed.

It’s only when she moans, “I swear to God, Caspar,” that I find her center, stroking her sweet core with my tongue.

I’m gentle at first. Too gentle, apparently, and she makes it known as she twines her fingers through my hair and bucks herself against my mouth, showing me exactly what she needs.

I comply, of course, locating the nub of her desire and giving her exactly what she wants.

It’s all over far too quickly—one moment, she’s screaming my name, and the next she has my cock in her hand.

I’m sure I must have blacked out, but no. Renae just has a mind of her own and has taken matters into her own hands, so to speak.

And by god, has she taken matters into her own hands. The way she’s stroking me, I’m not certain I can maintain myself for long.

“What now?” she asks.

“Now,” I say, removing her hand gently from my swollen cock, “we slow down a bit so we can enjoy ourselves.”

“No,” she says. “I want you inside me. Now.”

I can hardly say no to that. My lips find hers, and I kiss her, more deeply and passionately than I think I’ve ever kissed a woman in my life.

And she responds. Her arms wrap around my shoulders, her legs wrap around my waist, and her tongue. My god, her tongue… It feels as though somehow our mouths have become one, and the way she kisses me…

I want to kiss her this way every night for the rest of my life.

My cock finds her wet core, and I thrust inside her. The way she grinds against me, I don’t remember anything else about what is going on around us. I’m not sure I’ve ever made such passionate love to a woman before in my life.

Her fingers claw at me as she finds her bliss again, and I finally release mine, thrusting into her again and again. Her soft moans beneath me remind me that this is her first time—at least the first time she remembers—and I quickly pull away, rolling to her side before taking her into my arms.

“Did I hurt you?” I whisper, feeling my face heat. I can’t believe I’d forgotten. I’ll never forgive myself if she hates me for this. “I’m sorry, I?—”

“How long?” she pants, staring up at the ceiling.

“How long will it hurt?” I gulp, my stomach twisting. I should have remembered that she was all but a virgin. I should have been gentler. I should have?—

“No,” she says rolling onto her side to face me. “How long before we can do that again?” She grins before pecking me on the lips. “I don’t know what we were waiting for. That was…amazing. I want to do that every day.”

I chuckle. “You’re in luck, my lady.” I take her hand in mine, lifting it to my lips. “I’m quite available.”

“Oh, good,” she says breathlessly. “I am, too. For the next few months, anyway.”

I nod. “The baby will keep us both busy for a time. But there’s no reason we can’t do this for the rest of our lives if we like. For the rest of our marriage, anyway. We do have another twenty years or so.”

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