He pulled her up and together they clumped her skirts enough to enable her to straddle him. When she sunk down on his shaft, she mewled her delight.
“God, Henry, you know how to fill me up.”
“You feel so good.” His kisses slanted across her lips with urgency. Deepening the kiss, his tongue mimicked what they were about to do. On a breath, he said, “Ride me, Mina.”
And once she started the movement, she could not stop. Not even if the carriage ground to a halt and called out their destination.
She rode him until they both smothered their final shouts with sloppy kisses.
They spent the remainder of the carriage ride limp in each other arms, his cock still warm inside of her.
This was what she had always wanted, and now she finally had him. Forever.
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