Free My Lady Compelled by Shirl Anders

was so incredibly fragile that he was in awe of its femininity and Gabriella's passion was overriding her natural modesty, turning her into an enthusiastic partner. A demanding one actually.
    Drummond held back his murmur of delight over his now equal partner. Gabriella obviously wanted him to suckle the bulb of her clit and employed energetic body movements to try to divert his tongue and mouth completely to her cause. However, he held her firmly by her soft rump, guiding her where he wished to go, which at the moment, was an astonishingly lustful thrust of his tongue into the tight sheath of her vagina.
    "God," he moaned through a mouthful of heavenly female flesh, just as Gabriella cried out deliriously with the prod of his tongue. They both seemed to enjoy this so much, he decided to expend some energy on it and soon had her bouncing up and down in a licentious fucking position, over his stiffen tongue.
    "Oh, g-o-d Drummond!"
    It was then, Drummond felt the first shivers of Gabriella's convulsion deep in his throat. She was very close to the edge and he stopped mating her with his tongue and closed his mouth rigorously around the pearl of her clit, sucking hard. Gabriella screamed amorously above him, while clutching his head with both hands as she rode his face and he felt the spasms of her orgasm rippling through her. They washed over him, incredible and intimate, with her innermost thighs sending quakes through his cheekbones, her swollen clit pulsing in a strobe against his tongue, and her labia lips quivering over his mouth.
    "Oh, Drummond-Drummond!" she panted, finally coming to stillness above him and he thought perhaps he ought to catch her before she swooned. However, he took one small moment to kiss his passion pearl, which had been bouncing off his chin upward into the rosy-kissed lips of Gabriella's succulent pussy. Finished, Drummond murmured, "I shall not be jealous of you again, my little pearl." And then, he swooped upward to catch Gabriella as she fell languidly and sated into his arms.
    "Oh mercy, Drummond," Gabriella whispered faintly as Drummond caught her in the circle of his arms.
    They were wrong! Gabriella realized how many years she had denied her passion because of a husband too stodgy and cruel to share. Or by a society bent on telling her that if she desired . . . yearned with her body, she was sinful, wanton, and a corrupt woman. All of them were so horribly wrong. How could anything that was so beautiful, so loving, be anything but blessed?
    Drummond took her hand and placed it with her palm down on his chest and she felt the mist of sweat clinging to his hot skin, as he murmured, "Touch me, Gabriella. Put your hands on me."
    And she did gladly. Opening her eyes to be held prisoner by the power of his smoldering gaze. There was deep carnal passion reflected in his gray eyes, raw and lustful, barely contained by his iron will. Yet there were also tenderness and yearning, with the barest hint of vulnerability.
    "Drummond, show me," Gabriella whispered, and Drummond took her hand and wrapped it around the base of his cock where the heated flesh sagged a little, but began to swell instantly with her touch. His beautiful organ lifted higher, stiffened more, stretching her fingers with its throbbing mass.
    "Ah, sweetheart, I have never been so hard . . . so engorged," he murmured huskily into her ear, making her quiver with renewed passion.
    He lifted his hips then, drawing his powerful cock of masculine meat and steel through her circled fingers, until her first finger and thumb brushed the velvet head. Then, he thrust his hips forward, until her hand plunged to the base, while his gaze held hers intensely. He was allowing her to see each flare of pleasure that crossed his handsome features, making her aware that it was she who controlled his passion now.
    "Hold my cock tightly, kitten, as though you will never let me go," he commanded huskily.
    Instantly, Gabriella tightened her hand around his