The headboard creaks as the constant movement of the bed irritates the structure. Francis pounds relentlessly into Mary, hard and deep. He wraps his arms around her and buries his face in her neck as he groans. He rides her into the mattress and deeper into their sheets, hiding them from the world.
The morning sunlight streams through the white curtains and bed decor. Making love first thing in the morning is beginning to become a habit of theirs, Mary notices as she's wrapped in the familiarity of her surroundings. It seems whenever Francis wants her, he'll have her. Is it that he's a privileged king, or that she simply couldn't keep her hands off him as well?
She cries out and tangles her fingers in his long soft blond locks, tugging slightly as he penetrates her deeper still. Placing the underside of her knee on his shoulder and pushing her leg down, his body separating her legs.
"Francis, dear god," Mary whimpers as he pins her down with a force he doesn't look so easily capable of, but is. She leans her head back and cries out his name again, desperately wondering if he'll choose to respond and surrender his harsh thrusts. It was all too much for her to handle, her insides were tensing up and she felt as if she'd explode.
He slows and pushes himself in to the hilt as he kisses her so passionately, moaning with content into her lips. She whimpers as he's sheathed completely in, his manhood assaulting her womb. Francis wanted a baby, and he'll find a way to plant his seed deep.
He pulls back and takes her leg off his shoulder, gripping her hips and lifting her so she was turned around.
"Bend over," he instructs. Mary's heart jumps from the change in action. Francis has never asked her to try this position before; in fact he hadn't asked her at all. He'd just told her. It was just so new, and hot, and thrilling. Apparently she doesn't bend over right because Francis grabs her roughly and pushes her upper body and face down towards the bed as her ass stays up in his hands.
First thing in the morning, Francis is at his most lustful for his wife, and despite being quite tired, Mary always enjoys how hard her husband can get at this hour. His engorged arousal is not something she can easily say no to, nor would want to.
"Hold still," Francis kisses gently down her spine as he pulls her hips back towards his, impaling her with his length as he does. She moans long and softly, pulling on her pillow. "Good?" he questions as he gives her ass a tentative squeeze.
"Mhmm," Mary softly moans, "Francis," she reaches back and grabs his hand as he begins to find a rhythm in his thrusting. It doesn't take long before he's grinding against her harshly and their senses are tingling with eminent orgasm. Sweat drips down their bodies and Mary's legs are beginning to tremble from Francis' desperate love making, and how she responds with equal vigor. He leans his head back groaning in pleasure and smacks her ass suddenly, sharply, but not at all painfully. She shrieks in surprise and can't help but blush.
"I'm close," Francis whispers to himself.
"What?" she pants, thinking she may have heard something. His eyes snap open and he pushes Mary's breast harder into the bed, her back arched against him as he takes her hard from behind. She can't stop whimpering now, he's so deep.
"Francis!" she cries, reaching for him. "I'm going to-"
"Mary!" he interrupts as he buries himself all the way inside her and shoots his seed further. His head falls against her back and he groans intensely at the burning heat of this orgasm. At the same moment she begins to contract around him, warmth flowing through her as she's doused in ecstasy.
He pulls out slowly, sliding a pillow under Mary's stomach.
"Keep your lovely self in this position for a bit," he grins smugly, blood rushing to his face. "It will help you to get pregnant," he adds so that she doesn't try to argue. She simply nods and sighs, reaching for his face with her lips. They kiss passionately and he lies under her gentle touch. He lets his hands trail down her shoulders, over her curves, and her trembling thighs.
"Are you going to be able to walk?" he chuckles. Mary groans softly, still trying to find her breath after such a life changing orgasm.
"Just feel lower," she mumbles. He lets his hand slide further and finds her trembling harder. He'd not gone easy on her, in fact from the looks of his worn out lovely, he might have just put her down for an hour at the least.
"Where did that come from?" she questions, finally beginning to regain her breath.
"I saw the way the other men were looking at you last night at Antoine's celebration dinner," he murmurs as he kisses her nose. "I wanted nothing more than to bend you over in front of them and take you like no man ever had or ever will. I wanted to make you pregnant, make my mark," he explains. "I guess I've staked my flag too deep, eh baby?"
Mary simply takes a deep breath and rubs her eyes, nodding. "You've very roughly plundered uncharted territory, that's for sure."
He places his hand on her cheek and gazes lovingly into her eyes. "You're mine. In every way."