Lying on her side, Fred closed her eyes as she kissed her husband, a gentle shudder rolling through her when his hand moved up her leg. Raising her free foot, she hooked it over his to bring them closer together.
"Ohhh," she exhaled when his fingers moved hired and brushed over her nipples. The knot of need was tying itself inside her again, especially when he said he needed her. Then when he said how, she groaned softly, suddenly feeling light-headed and aroused and a bit nervous given where they were.
Sitting back, she locked eyes with him, her tongue wetting her lips slightly as she reached down to grasp the edge of her shirt and pull it up over her head. She then reached back and undid her bra, her eyes flicking down to where Rupert was undoing his jeans. She could see what this was doing to him again and felt a slight throbbing between her own legs.
After tossing her bra aside, she stood up, pushing down her skirt and her panties and kicking them away once she stepped out of them. She waited until her husband had taken off his jeans and boxers before leaning over him, her fingers taking hold of the edge of his sweater and pulling it up off him.
Taking a deep breath, she then pushed him down to the ground and straddled him. "Like this?" she asked softly, running her hand across his chest before reaching between them and taking hold of his erection. She placed him at her opening, her breath catching in her throat as she slid down onto him.
Giles laid there, fumbling with his jeans, as he watched his wife strip for him. He groaned in frustration when his zipper seemed to get caught. He yanked on it and it finally moved so he kicked off his shoes and pulled his jeans and boxers off, shivering a bit when a cool breeze hit his sensitive skin.
"Y-yes," Giles stuttered out when Fred straddled him. "Just like that, love." He moved a little so she could take his jumper off. When she pushed down on him, he hissed and squeezed his eyes shut. He was still a bit sensitive from her attention before and had to will himself to settle down.
When he opened his eyes, he looked up at her, in awe at how beautiful she looked. There were wisps of hair framing her face and the sun was surrounding her, making it look as if she were glowing. "Goddess," he whispered, his hands moving over her breasts. "My goddess."
Giles knew he couldn't hold back any longer so he raised his knees up and planted his feet on the ground. He then pushed up into her, groaning as her warmth engulfed him. And with one hand on her hip, he reached his other hand between them and started to rub tight circles on her clitoris with his thumb.
"Ohhh," she exhaled when his fingers moved hired and brushed over her nipples. The knot of need was tying itself inside her again, especially when he said he needed her. Then when he said how, she groaned softly, suddenly feeling light-headed and aroused and a bit nervous given where they were.
Sitting back, she locked eyes with him, her tongue wetting her lips slightly as she reached down to grasp the edge of her shirt and pull it up over her head. She then reached back and undid her bra, her eyes flicking down to where Rupert was undoing his jeans. She could see what this was doing to him again and felt a slight throbbing between her own legs.
After tossing her bra aside, she stood up, pushing down her skirt and her panties and kicking them away once she stepped out of them. She waited until her husband had taken off his jeans and boxers before leaning over him, her fingers taking hold of the edge of his sweater and pulling it up off him.
Taking a deep breath, she then pushed him down to the ground and straddled him. "Like this?" she asked softly, running her hand across his chest before reaching between them and taking hold of his erection. She placed him at her opening, her breath catching in her throat as she slid down onto him.
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"Y-yes," Giles stuttered out when Fred straddled him. "Just like that, love." He moved a little so she could take his jumper off. When she pushed down on him, he hissed and squeezed his eyes shut. He was still a bit sensitive from her attention before and had to will himself to settle down.
When he opened his eyes, he looked up at her, in awe at how beautiful she looked. There were wisps of hair framing her face and the sun was surrounding her, making it look as if she were glowing. "Goddess," he whispered, his hands moving over her breasts. "My goddess."
Giles knew he couldn't hold back any longer so he raised his knees up and planted his feet on the ground. He then pushed up into her, groaning as her warmth engulfed him. And with one hand on her hip, he reached his other hand between them and started to rub tight circles on her clitoris with his thumb.
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