In Service to the Senses Read Online Free PDF

people have no right to follow me. Leave or I shall tell Brewer.”
    “Why’re you cryin’?”
    “I’m not. Some grass seed blew into my eye, that is all.”
    He paced over and gripped her in his arms, pulling her to her feet. “Why’re you cryin’? Who’s upset you?”
    She looked at him, her eyes wide with shock, clearly surprised by his emotion. It surprised him too, but he could not suppress it. Now he could see the clear distress etched into her, his temper rose ever more forcefully. “Is it him? Is it that bastard husband of yours? If he’s upset you, if he’s hurt you, I’ll fuckin’ do ‘im.”
    “Edward…” Her face had softened into a look of wonder. “I…missed you. I missed you so much.”
    Then he was kissing her, hard and desperate, gripping her face and pulling her into him.
    “I was so empty…so empty without you…I want you, I want you always.” She was scrabbling at his clothing, moaning and chanting her need. “Want to be full of you, please, please. I want to feel you, want to feel you on me and in me constantly. You remind me to live. Remind me again, remind me what life is…”
    He pulled her towards the base of the willow and laid her down, kissing every part of her he could. Her skirts were up over her hips. His cock demanded entry but again he ignored his own needs, as he did so often with her. Pleasing this woman was a glory in itself. Her cunt was spread and craving him.
    She grabbed for his hand and guided it towards her, wanting it deep. He dipped two of his fingers into her. So wet. Always so wet and open for him.
    “More, more,” she moaned. “Fill me with you. Please, please, my darling.”
    Edward glanced up, his brow creasing. There was such warmth coursing through him he could barely breathe, but he would do as she needed. He started to release his cock but stopped himself, an idea flittering into his brain. He stroked and coaxed over her sex. She was so pliant, so willing and hungry for him. He pressed his three middle fingers together and squeezed them into her. They were soon swallowed up with parting resistance. He worked them inside for a time, rejoicing in the sweet succulence of her flesh. Isabella moaned and threw her head to the side.
    “Fill me, fill me…” She was almost delirious.
    He withdrew only to shape his fingers like the head of a swan, pressing the tips close together and narrowing his hand as much as possible. He hadn’t done this in a while.
    He nudged it into her. It sank with surprising ease up to the second knuckles, such was her wet pliancy. He glanced up. Isabella’s eyes were closed and little breaths were escaping her.
    He pulled his hand back a little then pushed in again, further this time, slowly, feeling her cunt opening to him. He went deeper, so slowly, letting her register the full impact of stretch.
    “What is that?” she murmured, not distressed, merely curious.
    “Relax, my lady. Just feel me.”
     
    Isabella glanced down. His hand was in her to the last knuckles, stretching her more than anything before.
    “Oh…I…!” It was rare that she was shocked at anything, but the sight of her servant’s hand fast disappearing inside her rendered her speechless. But it was so good, and full and big and good. She lay back.
    “Do you want me to stop?”
    “No! No,” she almost sobbed. “Carry on. Can you? Can you carry on? It feels glorious. Oh, Edward, don’t stop. Put it all in me.”
    He pulled out a little then pressed harder again, in, in, in, slowly, so slowly, his eyes, and hers, fixed on his entire fist disappearing inside her. Then, with a final suck and slip, it was in all the way. She stared down—only his wrist could be seen extending from her.
    Isabella lay back, panting—short little gasps as her entire being clearly focused on the fist in her cunt. His fingers had closed around instinctively and now he flexed them, little ripples and strokes. He moved in and out, not a lot, but enough to reinforce his