[ Ferdinand's heart tightened in his chest in anticipation of her response. Would she think him too rakish now? No, he trusted that she would accept hearing even the most brazen of his desires, and be firm but affirming if they were too far from her realm of comfort. But there was still something nerve-wracking about sharing such sinful notions.
Her response, however, came as a warm surprise, a blush spreading across his cheeks. He certainly wanted to impregnate her, to forever seal their bond and bring a child into the world with her. And he certainly wasn't shy about trying, given how many times he'd filled her. A formal marriage proposal was simply waiting on the right moment, a tasteful ring already picked out with which to surprise her. He was serious about his commitment.
But there were two other very exciting things about her response. First, she spoke quite assertively. Be a good boy. He certainly enjoyed having his way with her, holding her leash while she worshipped his cock and made sure he was satisfied. But that simple phrase evoked a different image, one that featured her straddling his face, slender fingers threaded through his hair. Be a good boy. How could he have known that he enjoyed the idea of having the tables turned on him just as much?
And second, she not only didn't reject the fantasy out of turn, but she made it a distinct possibility. Not a promise, in his eyes, but certainly not disinterest. And like her, he had every interest in ensuring that her baby was his, so it only made sense. In a way, it was even more exhilarating. Beyond personal comfort, which he would do his best to nurture, there wouldn't be any reason for her to hold back were she to be already impregnated with his seed.
He opened his mouth to respond, only to be caught by surprise by the sound of nearby footsteps. He kept quiet, his gaze slowly shifting in their direction, but when they grew more distant, he let out a soft exhalation of relief. They had certainly come close that time, hadn't they? ]
Do you feel how close I am, my love? Do you feel how much I'm throbbing for you? You will have my seed in you very soon.
[ Perhaps this time, it would take. He certainly had no reservations about it. His hips resumed their steady rhythm, and his fingers rubbed at her more quickly, stroking up and down her clit with practiced dexterity.
He could feel his orgasm building, and he wanted nothing more than for it to do the job, to make her into the mother of their child. He wanted to please her, didn't he? ]
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Her response, however, came as a warm surprise, a blush spreading across his cheeks. He certainly wanted to impregnate her, to forever seal their bond and bring a child into the world with her. And he certainly wasn't shy about trying, given how many times he'd filled her. A formal marriage proposal was simply waiting on the right moment, a tasteful ring already picked out with which to surprise her. He was serious about his commitment.
But there were two other very exciting things about her response. First, she spoke quite assertively. Be a good boy. He certainly enjoyed having his way with her, holding her leash while she worshipped his cock and made sure he was satisfied. But that simple phrase evoked a different image, one that featured her straddling his face, slender fingers threaded through his hair. Be a good boy. How could he have known that he enjoyed the idea of having the tables turned on him just as much?
And second, she not only didn't reject the fantasy out of turn, but she made it a distinct possibility. Not a promise, in his eyes, but certainly not disinterest. And like her, he had every interest in ensuring that her baby was his, so it only made sense. In a way, it was even more exhilarating. Beyond personal comfort, which he would do his best to nurture, there wouldn't be any reason for her to hold back were she to be already impregnated with his seed.
He opened his mouth to respond, only to be caught by surprise by the sound of nearby footsteps. He kept quiet, his gaze slowly shifting in their direction, but when they grew more distant, he let out a soft exhalation of relief. They had certainly come close that time, hadn't they? ]
Do you feel how close I am, my love? Do you feel how much I'm throbbing for you? You will have my seed in you very soon.
[ Perhaps this time, it would take. He certainly had no reservations about it. His hips resumed their steady rhythm, and his fingers rubbed at her more quickly, stroking up and down her clit with practiced dexterity.
He could feel his orgasm building, and he wanted nothing more than for it to do the job, to make her into the mother of their child. He wanted to please her, didn't he? ]