Adam was behind her, as drenched as she was. She felt him as he discarded his clothes and nestled into her with his naked groin to her bottom, his firm chest pressed to her back. His arms around her, she let her head fall against his shoulder and licked the water that ran into her mouth. Feeling his erection rising, she smiled knowing soon it would drive deep within her as if it could make them one being. It had so many times before.
The summer was half over. His brand on her had healed so she bore two marks with his initials, the burnt flesh and the tattoo to symbolize her status as his sovereign property. The delicious warmth of these expressions of impeccable mastery seduced her every day. The look of them, the feel of them, the raw sense of being owned and loved deep to her core washed her clean of all regret and fear of anything he would proscribe for her.
He reminded her often that he was not perfect, that she’d be warned not to expect him to be a saint when he was far from it. But still, he was more perfection than she could ever imagine having. She never held his faults against him, anymore than he held hers against her. There’d be forgiveness and acceptance and acknowledgment of what was real between them. She’d take his lash a hundred times and a hundred times survive his woodshed if she needed such punishment for her faults, and hundred times give in to the masterful sex that completed her every day of their life together. He gave her heat and gave her terror and gave her feelings that made her whole soul come alive. What was theirs together was a haven against the storms of life and there was nothing that could tear it apart. This heavenly home would last forever.
Adam was alive behind her, springing forth as savagely as the plants around her in the garden soil were springing with fresh blossoms. At his silent command she bent over the old stone bench in the midst of the rousing rain storm and took his cock within her pulsing cunt. She felt him throb until he was about to shoot his hot liquid within her. Then in an act of homage, she turned and dropped to her knees in the earth at his feet and offered him her mouth to finish his satisfaction. He smiled down on her for an instant before the rod exploded, then he clamped his hands into her hair and rode her mouth like he’d ride her cunt. Selfless then, she opened wide and received from him everything she needed. She was satisfied to be his, to belong to him as his sanctified servant of pleasure in this earthy garden of carnal delight.
“You’ve healed me, my love,” he whispered in her ear when he pulled her to her feet.
“And you’ve made me whole,” she whispered back.
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