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“Dinna laugh. Ye’re next.”
     
    “Promise?”
     
    She turned to face him, still kneeling between his legs. “Och, aye, that’s a promise.” She stood and started to remove her stockings, but Edgar said, “No. Leave them on. You look ravishing.” As she unbuttoned his shirt, she kissed him. His high forehead, his soft brown eyes, his strong nose, his sculpted lips, his square chin, no part of his beloved face was neglected as she worked her way down to his darkly furred chest. She pulled his shirt out of his trousers and helped him off with it. Then she gently pushed him back so that he lay on the bed with his legs over the side.
     
    She rubbed her cheek against his erection through the material of his pants, then put her mouth there and blew softly through the fabric.
     
    Above her, Edgar groaned. “Emily, you are driving me out of my mind.”
     
    Her only answer was to slowly unbutton his trousers. She nuzzled her nose deep into the thick thatch of hair around his erection. She licked off the drop of clear moisture on the tip of his shaft and took him into her mouth. As more and more of his flesh was exposed, she moved her mouth down until he felt his cock touch the back of her throat. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been so hard. “Oh God, now, Emily, now.”
     
    He took her arms and urged her up onto the bed. “Straddle me.”
     
    She climbed over him and positioned her legs on each side of his hips. He took hold of his hardened flesh and with it stroked her cleft.
     
    The honey poured from her, she was ready for him.
     
    “Lower yourself onto me, love.”
     
    She did as he directed and he pushed himself inside her. He felt more like a man than he had in years and his confidence grew. He ran his hands all over her body, cupping her beautiful breasts, stroking her back. When he could stand it no longer, he held her hips, directing her up and down on his rigid shaft. When he entered deep enough to touch her maiden barrier, he raised his hips and thrust into her again, harder. She gave a small cry, of pleasure or pain, he didn’t know but he was almost beyond caring. He pushed again and again and finally felt the barrier give way slightly. “I’m sorry, Emily, I have no wish to hurt you, but I must…” he panted. He arched his back and squeezed his eyes shut, thinking of anything he could to delay his release.
     
    “It’s all right, Edgar. You aren’t hurting me. Come with me,” she said in a breathy voice that alone was enough to make him spill. “Come now.”
     
    Together they peaked. She threw her head back, her cries of pleasure matching his own. Then she collapsed on top of him. “Are you all right?” he asked.
     
    “More than all right. It was wonderful. Oh Edgar, I love you so much.”
     
    “And I love you. I didn’t know such happiness was possible. At least, not for me, not since my illness came on.”
     
    “Edgar, ye ken I have no experience with such things, but I cannae imagine anything another man could do to please a woman that ye havena done tonight.”
     
    “Thank you, my dear, that is good to know.”
     
    Still inside her, he turned so that they lay side by side, their bodies entwined while their breathing slowed. Emily felt her heartbeat returning to its normal rate. Eventually, his flesh softened and slipped out of her. They righted themselves in the bed and snuggled under the covers.
     
    She was just drifting off to sleep when Edgar broke the silence. “Shall we leave for Rome tomorrow?”
     
    “Do you really want to go to Rome?”
     
    He turned his head to look at her. “I’ve been there before, years ago. It’s a beautiful city, my dear, and being a Catholic, I should think you would enjoy seeing St. Peter’s.”
     
    She knew this trip was wearing on him and she did not want to be the cause of any further drain on his health. If it would buy her more time with him, she didn’t care if she ever saw Rome.
     
    She turned her body toward