Arthur was lightning fast. I was on my back in a flash, my ..

Arthur was lightning fast. I was on my back in a flash, my dress split down the middle, left only to frame my body. He moaned his delight, glowing gaze enraptured by every curve and swell of my body. He showered me in kisses and licked his way down and then up my body, teasing me until I was spreading my thighs wide. “Please,” I begged, just as he wanted me to. “I feel like I might burst into flames.” “Do you wish to be filled?” His fingers played with my mound of dark curls, barely touching the sensitive lips down there. I’d felt the quakes of a self-imposed orgasm but they had always left me feeling empty. Was that how I was now, dying to have him inside of me? This incessant need to be filled? He tested the waters of his question by dipping his thick index finger inside of me. My back arched and I gasped. Yes, I wished to be filled. His finger slid out just as slowly as it had entered, he repeated this several times, and then he added another finger. My hips bucked and I panted. I no longer wished, I yearned. “Arthur, please!” I didn’t know my own voice as it was hoarse with need. He did not immediately do as I pleaded. Instead, he pressed his palm to my clit, grinding it in as his two fingers moved to and fro inside of me. He did not stop till I was screaming and gushing. My own self-pleasures had never felt like this. They certainly had never produced so much liquid either. Arthur cleaned off his hand as I recovered from my climax. “This will hurt briefly,” he warned. I felt uncomfortable more than anything else as the enormity of his cock became my reality. He grunted, pushing his head and then the majority of his length inside of me. It was a tight fit, he and I both felt that. Not all of him could go inside but he whispered promises that I would never feel empty again. My arms were wrapped around his neck, my ankles crossed at his lower back as he pumped into me over and over again. Our warm languid bodies merged together in ecstasy. I did not know how long it went or how many times he made me come. We changed positions more than once. His mouth explored every part of my body and he filled me with his seed more than once. I was exhausted in the end, barely able to keep my eyes open, as I lay on his chest, listening to the rise and fall of his breath. “Sleep,” he kissed the roof of my head and stroked my long brown hair. “Spring has come.” “Yes you have,” I whispered as I drifted off to sleep to the deep rumble of his laugh.