“You are beautiful.”
A flush of heat covered her body, her cheeks the hottest of them all. Despite her past with him, even with Rich, at that moment, she could feel the true admiration he had for her. The tent at the apex of his thighs was the other indicator. His voice had seemed gritted, as if he was strained and, in an effort to help him, she stepped out of her fallen fabric straight to him and started to unbutton his waistcoat.
He gave her a wicked smile. “Take care, love.”
Her hips nudged against his cock when she reached up to push his jacket and waistcoat aside. “Oh!”
He winked. She stared into his eyes, hoping he didn’t mean for her to stop and at the color of those sapphire blue orbs, now deep blue like the Union blue, and hooded, she realized he begged her for more. Now, she applied the skills her doctoring had taught her and unfastened his trousers in a blink of an eye, shoving the suspenders out of her way to free his hardness. The silken stiff cock sprang free and into her palm.
Now she gave him a wicked grin. “Perhaps he needs an inspection.”
Francois snorted but didn’t move. That thrilled her, because she knew he didn’t know what she meant. So without giving him another moment, she sank to her knees and licked his swollen head.
He nearly jumped. “Ada…”
But she cut him off by wrapping her lips around the crown and laving his head with her tongue. Her hand closed gently around the rod and slowly she started to rub it up and down. She could hear him gulp as his hips moved with her strokes. With every thrust, she began to lower her lips, taking more and more of him inside her mouth. His skin was as soft as satin but his erection was as hard as metal, pushing deeper and deeper. Before she knew it, he was hitting the back of her throat and her hand had fallen to his scrotum, giving the balls there a slight squeeze when he entered her. He moaned loudly, his hands on her head, fingers through her loosened locks as he took her by the mouth.
Inside her own body, she could feel the fire in her lower belly roar, the lava slickening her core, waiting. It built her excitement and her lips locked around his member, her tongue licking him when suddenly he whipped his member out of her touch.
“No, no, I want you.”
He put his blanket stretched near hers. In a moment, he finished stripping his trousers the rest of the way off and threw them and his shirt to the side, giving her full view of his sleek body. The war had refined him, making him leaner and harder. For a man who claimed to be a planter only, she doubted back before the war that his abdomen had been rock hard nor his chest and arms muscular, though his legs might have been that sinewy from riding. The soldier’s color was established, with a slightly sun-kissed face and hands but the rest white. He was a handsome man. How could he still be unmarried?
She never had the chance to ask, because he brought her to the ground with him, kissing her as he shed the rest of her clothes. She was beneath him, with him between her legs, his manhood nudging at her dripping wet slit to her core. As he knelt above her, she licked her lips and begged, “I need you in me!”
That enticing, seductive smile inched back, grabbing her attention until he slid into her. She mewled. That sound seemed to set them off, as if it was a whistle starting a horse race. He plunged in and out of her core, her hips meeting his every thrust. His hardness seemed to go deeper every time until she could swear he was hitting her womb and opened her mouth to say such when he upped the speed, making her race to meet his every more. It didn’t take long, as the pressure built and the need increased ten-fold. Every time his hips came back, his member almost escaped and she panicked, racing to keep him there. Slicker and slicker she became as she hugged him with her core walls. Then, suddenly, the stars exploded as she erupted inside.
Making love to Ada seemed like heaven, Francois decided as he nestled next to her on the blankets, near the dying fire. They were both breathing hard and he enjoyed watching the hardened tips of her breasts rose up and down with each inhale and exhale.
“Marry me.”
She snorted and looked at him, her hair mussed from their wickedness, making her look wild and feral.
“Why do you want to marry me?” She propped herself up on one arm. “And why would I want to marry you?”
He laid back and sighed. “Well, to start, we are in a compromising position.”
“There’s a war on. Besides, who will see us now?”
“Oh, don’t be so blind by the darkness, my love. Down here, there are eyes everywhere.” He chuckled. “Besides, you could be with child.”
That thought made her heart skip. In New York, she had been attractive enough to him that she wondered and had counted when her last menses was, though that was often unreliable a measure. Yet, she had no trace of their intimacy to worry about. “Perhaps, though I wouldn’t waste time on that. Ladies always have their ways of covering that.”
He snarled. Of course, he took that the wrong way. Let him…
“And you’re down here alone, un-properly escorted. A slattern, perhaps?”
She frowned. “How many of those do you know of?”
He shrugged innocently.
“So why would I marry you?”
He smiled. “I’m from a good, old family. I do have money to care for you and children. I am a man of my word and a good soldier.”
“Truly?” she propped herself up on her
