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Traveller s Refuge
The walk to the cave seemed endless though it was only a few feet. Without the
mental shields they had voluntarily banished, they had no defense against the tidal
wave of joint clamoring demands of their bodies. Finally, the waterfall loomed up as
dark clouds gathered overhead. It seemed that the valley wouldn t completely escape a
storm. Wrenna took his hand and led him behind the waterfall into the warm cave.
Llyon had lit two of the scented candles reserved for very special occasions. In their
soft light, they could see the lovely setting that Llyon and Tyger had prepared for them.
Wrenna led him over to their luxurious bed and helped him sit down. When he was
settled, she joined him, smiling shakily. Trav, I don t think I can wait anymore. I need
you again.
Nor can I, he assured her in that dark gravelly tone he used when he was holding
on to his control with both hands.
Lean back against the pillows, she whispered. She straddled his legs, grasped his
erection and said huskily, I need you to help me, please. I m sorry but I have to have
you inside me now! Her plea shattered the last shreds of his rapidly fragmenting
control. He grasped her hips, balancing her until his aching erection was seated just
inside her silky pussy, wet with their mingled juices. Then with one slow glide, she
seemed to melt down around him like lava until he was deep inside her. Both sat in
momentary shock as strange, staggering sensations assaulted them again. As they
sorted through the feelings that belonged to each of them individually, the overload
subsided a little.
His cock twitched involuntarily. Her pussy contracted reflexively and her schela
clenched. Abruptly, seized by the uncontrollable drive for completion, he thrust deeply
while she ground her hips as though she would never get close enough. Leaning
forward, he captured a nipple, suckling strongly for a moment. Then moving to capture
the other one, he sucked it while brushing his tongue across the sensitive tip.
Screaming, she unraveled as her first climax took her over the top. Without waiting for
her to come down, he urged her again into the wild ride for completion. Over and over,
he pushed her further and further, until they exploded together.
Yes, Wren! Trav cried out as he held her still, stunned again by the incredible
sensation of spilling his seed against the mouth of her womb. Feel us making our baby,
love, he whispered and then he was ready for her again in seconds. She contracted
wildly around him and he knew he wasn t the only one feeling the insistent drive. She
was moving on him in a little rotating motion that was counterpoint to his thrusts.
When her climax rolled over her, she barely hesitated before taking up the enticing
rhythm again and again until she collapsed on his damp chest.
She looked around her in puzzlement. The pillows and blankets were scattered all
around them. What happened to the bedding?
I believe that might have been when you were in the midst of nibbling my pecker
to death, he replied evenly. I have never in my life felt anything like it. It was like
being slowly nibbled to death.
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Was it all right?
Oh, yeah. It was fine! he assured her. He rolled with her until he was on top and
resting between her legs. She cocked one eyebrow at him in inquiry. This, he
informed her, is popularly known as the missionary position. I have heard that there
are people who think it s the only way. Fortunately, we know better.
I see. And why are we doing this? You will hurt you back, she admonished him
tenderly.
I tell you what. If I get too tired, I ll just lie down on top of you. In the meantime,
humor me.
If you wish, she said dubiously. It doesn t seem very comfortable.
Ahhh. Well, you ll find that it will get better if you wrap your legs around my
waist and tilt your very delectable backside, like so. He rearranged her to his
satisfaction and smoothly slid in his entire length. She gasped and clamped down with
her inner muscles. Ahhh. I think you have the idea, honey, he complimented her
breathlessly. Now just move with me like this, he directed while demonstrating. So
what do you think, huh?
She wriggled around excitedly. Trav? Save your breath for the missionaries. So he
happily saved his breath for quite a while.
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About the Author
Anny Cook learned to read at five years old. Learning to write was a natural
extension. Through her adult years while a wife, mother, grandmother, fast food cook,
warehouse book packer, Girl Scout and Cub Scout Leader, perpetual college student,
executive secretary, and adult education teacher, writing served as the anchor that kept
her sane.
Well, maybe not exactly sane, but close to it. Today, after thirty-five years with kids,
cats, dogs, guinea pigs, and hamsters, she and her husband are empty nesters. Sigh.
Finally, there's time and quiet to write in peace.
Anny welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email
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