The Dark Desires of the Druids #2 Sex and Subterfuge

She had to meet with James, go over the household accounts with Betty, and double-check security with Takoda. There was the afternoon with Mrs. Fairfax and a quick trip to Market Street. There were those rumors of an Englishman asking uncomfortable questions and no doubt on his way to Philadelphia.

“Morgana.”

And then there was David.

She accepted his kiss, arching her body against his as he entered her. His hand was too hot and sweaty as it gripped her hip.

Morgana moaned, and clenched her inner muscles around his cock. It made him come faster and she needed him finished. She kept her eyes closed and hoped he thought of it as delirious delight rather than a fervent wish to be somewhere else.

Seeing David wouldn’t make this any more enjoyable – she needed her own fantasies to do that. His clumsy hand gripped her breast, kneading it roughly. She didn’t mind it rough, but he wasn’t doing it right. Her own fingers drifted to her nub, nail scratching over it. If left to David, she’d never come.

He pounded into her with little grace but much enthusiasm, and she felt the beginnings of her orgasm shudder through her. Through blind luck or some latent memory, he managed to hit her just right.

It hadn’t always been like this between them. In the year they’d been sleeping together, it was only within the last couple of months that David made love to her with such clumsy barbarism.

Or maybe it was her, she mused as the pleasure from her own fingers crept up her spine.

“Ah!” she cried, lost in her orgasm for several moments.
She didn’t call his name; she never did. Doing so would’ve required more concentration than orgasming allowed. Even the ones she had with David Helston.

Waiting rather impatiently for him to finish, Morgana continued her mental list of things to do once they were done. Oh, God, she hoped he didn’t want to spend the morning in bed. She was entirely too busy for that.

And completely uninterested.

His teeth clamped down on her shoulder, causing her to wince. What the devil? She sighed and wrapped her legs around his hips. Why bite her shoulder? Why not her neck? Or – heaven forbid – her breasts? Her nipples ached with his lack of attention and her body was still wound up from her unsatisfying orgasm.

Her life was never easy.