Free The General’s Wife: An American Revolutionary Tale by Regina Kammer Page B

arms. He pulled the drawstring at her neckline, untying the bow. He took a sleeve in each of his hands and tugged the shift off one shoulder, then the other. With a final yank the filmy garment fell to the floor and pooled at her feet.
    His eyes drifted up and down her body, taking in every soft curve. “Damnation,” he whispered reverently. “You’re a sight to behold.”
    Her generous white bosoms capped by tender rosy peaks jutted forth buoyantly as if floating on air. Redmond cupped a hand on the side of each breast, taking time to brush his thumbs against her aroused nipples as he weighed the demi-globes in his palms. He traced his hands down her figure, curving in where her body nipped in a little at the waist, then out at the swelling of her belly. He stopped at her fleshy hips, caressed them gently, then glided around to grab her plump buttocks. He kneaded the luscious pillowy cheeks before drawing his hands down the backs of her thighs, eliciting a sighing mewl. He stopped at her garters and fumbled to untie them. “I want to see all of you,” he said, pushing down her stockings.
    Annabella stepped back slightly and one by one stripped off the last of her clothing, revealing her shapely calves. She now stood before him utterly nude. He gawked, stunned, and grabbed his erection. With a glimmer of wickedness in her eyes, she posed this way and that, her hands playfully hiding bits of flesh or presenting her attributes for his approval. Redmond laughed in delight while stroking his engorged prick.
    “Come to me. Be with me.” He held out a hand.
    Annabella touched his fingers before kneeling down between his legs. Her hands rubbed his thighs, still confined in tight breeches, and reached around underneath to cup his buttocks. She dipped her head and licked his cock teasingly before gently taking him into her mouth.
    Redmond groaned. “Oh, God, woman.” He reveled in the familiar feeling, heightening it by stroking her nude shoulders and back. He pushed his hips against her mouth. She quickened her pace. He was in heaven, he was…
    He grabbed her hair to pull her off him, tearing her cap off in the process. “No! Damn it! Don’t make me spend yet.” He nodded toward the bed. “We have a bed, love, a proper bed with a mattress and sheets. I want to make love to you there. And I want to finally be able to wake up next to you in the morning.”
    Annabella took his hand and he stood up. She giggled at his undone breeches and drawers.
    “Damn,” he said. He had no patience to strip slowly for his beloved and tore off his clothes, tossing jacket, waistcoat, cravat, shirt—everything in a pile on the floor. In a minute he stood stark naked before her.
    Annabella watched, stunned, her eyes wide and mouth open. “I … I never knew you had so much hair.” She swallowed. “You’re perfect.”
    In two steps Redmond crossed the floor, picked her up amidst her joyous squeals, and threw her on the bed. For a second he hovered over her, his prick poised at her entrance, aching to be inside her.
    “You liked it when he fucked you in the arse, didn’t you?”
    She stared at him, a mixture of confusion and desire in her eyes. Tears formed on her lashes.
    Damn. That was not the way to put it. “Love,” he began gently, “if I poke you in the arse, I can spend inside you.” He pecked her nose. “Darling, I don’t want to have to pull out.”
    “Then don’t. I want to make love to you the proper way, in a proper bed.” She held his face in her hands, stroking his cheeks. “Spend inside me. Please, Redmond. I want you to. I want your child.”
    In an instant he was inside her, plunging deep, a man possessed. He grunted and growled, and she laughed and moaned. He came too soon, she too often. Minutes later he was up her again, this time taking it more slowly.
    They made love the entire night, tumbling like newlyweds. Alone in a vacant house with no one around, they made all the damn noise they wanted. When