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hatred?
    “And you?” she prompted.
    “And I could not bear to see your disgust,” he replied. “It would be beyond all if I saw that in your face when I describe what I wish to indulge in. Better to call a halt before I snap.”
    She nodded, her eyes cloudy. “You are stupid. I may be virgin in body, not however in mind. Ah, so be it. Until”—her voice snapped the word—”you tell me these so-called abnormal desires and I decide for myself if I agree or not. I will say this, you do not know what I will or will not accept without asking or showing me, Stephen. Nor do I. However, I suspect I could surprise both of us.” Her eyes cleared and she was once more in command of herself. “The choice is yours, Stephen. Let us get into the warmth, as you say, eat, and then dismiss the servants. Then, we talk.”
    He nodded, his heart lighter than he thought possible. It seemed she would not be satisfied without proof of his practices. So proof he would provide. If all went to the devil, so be it.
    He lifted her through the window and into the arms of the servant waiting there, before following her out into the snow.
    “We take my horse,” he said, in command of the situation. “Will you ride with me?” Too late he realized the alternative meaning of his words.
    “Of course, my lord, any time,” she said, her voice composed. “However you desire.” With a chuckle, he threw her up onto his horse and mounted behind her. “Therefore once we are warm, you may tell me your innermost secrets. And I,” she said soft and sweet, her voice full of promise. “Well, I will tell you mine.”
    His felt his cock leap to attention.
    The slippery ride to the hall took all of Stephen’s concentration with Judith in front of him, legs astride. It was both agony and ecstasy to have her sit still and secure within the circle of his arms. His hardening cock was snug up against her arse, advancing and retreating with every careful step of the animal. Instead of trying to fathom out how to have an altruistic attitude, he relaxed and gave himself up to enjoy the moment.
    The ride seemed to take an age. By the time the welcome light that streamed from within the hall of the building stretched over the snow and reached them, he felt certain Judith was cold and wet, both outward and inward. All the soft sighs and squirms as she pushed back into him had almost been too much to bear. The hard nubs of her nipples beneath his arm made him give pause to think if they were rigid because of her closeness to him or because they chafed at the constraints of her dress. It mattered not. His cock was so hard against the material of his pantaloons that he was very relieved they stretched.
    As he speculated whether the muff between her legs was as damp as the one she had used to cover her hands with, he felt his juices gather and demand release. The horse slipped, and Judith squeaked and grabbed the horse’s mane to stay steady. The thought she might hurt herself on top of any injuries she might already have reduced his ardor. First things first.
    “Whoah there.” Stephen halted the horse and jumped down, handing the reins to a waiting groom. He nodded his thanks and hesitated. Judith looked at him, a challenge in her eyes. It was obvious what she was doing. She dared him to lift her down?
    With a slight shake of his head and a half-smile on his face, he moved towards her.
    “I give in,’ he said, sotto voce . “I do hope you know what you are letting yourself in for.” In a louder voice, he continued, “Can you swing your leg across, my dear? And I will help you dismount.” He held his arms up.
    Judith didn’t hesitate. She lifted her leg high across the saddle, turned, and slid down his body. It was heaven. He hadn’t forgotten the one time she had been so close to him before. This time, he wasn’t going to listen to his honorable voice. He pulled her close and slid her cunt over his cock before he lifted her into his arms and carried her