Bewitching The Recluse [BOOK 2 of Price Family Saga]

32. Chapter (Lafferty Is On The Track)

Lafferty's lips slid down the length of Corliss' neck to a sensitive spot on her collarbone, causing her to sigh with pleasure. He kept up the pace, sliding his member at its full length deep into her slit, each time gently stroking his groin over her clitoris too, which only increased her pleasure reflected in soft whimpers. It was a lazy morning's lovemaking from his point of view, but it was producing great results, and he couldn't get enough of the sight of her rosy face, her eyes clouded with desire and her lips softly swollen with kisses. 

Lafferty pinned her down with the weight of his body, and possessing all the might over her pleasure made him feel akin to a small deity. With Corliss, he always tried to achieve the best possible outcome and her complete satisfaction, for when was he ever going to have another opportunity to please a woman in his bed again? He couldn't just summon his potential mistresses to have one on standby in case the current one decided not to continue their liaison, as he certainly wasn't the most sought-after fellow. Hence, he was delighted when Corliss returned asking for more.

"You're so beautiful, Corliss," he whispered in her ear. "Come for me."

The words had an immediate effect, as her pleasure was almost at its peak at this point - Corliss tensed beneath him and cried softly into his ear, which only added to his contentment. He soon felt himself clenching with a delicious spasm of pleasure and couldn't hold back any longer - her insides became flooded with his warm seed. Lafferty then stayed still within her, showering her face with soft kisses that were like a breeze on her face. Corliss had shut her eyes, a victorious smile gracing her countenance.

"Thrice..." she said, taking a deep breath. "I knew I wouldn't regret slipping into your bed. But three times in a row, Lafferty?! You've surpassed all my expectations, including the wild ones."

Her commendation warmed his heart, but also immediately cast a shadow of doubt over his conscience. If Corliss was with him only for his prowess in bed, what distinguished her from Bethany? Lafferty yearned to establish roots, settle down, and perhaps even start a family... at the thought, he audibly sighed and reclined on his back, prompting Corliss to open her eyes and regard him.

"What's afoot? I hope I haven't vexed you with my words, Lafferty," she said with concern, draping the blanket over her bare breasts.

He shook his head, though aware that he had to tread carefully.

"I just... I was ruminating, you see. What we're engaging in may carry consequences."

She turned to him, propping herself up on her elbow, and regarded his countenance, which danced with shadows of uncertainty. It took a moment, but soon comprehension illuminated her mind. Her eyes widened with understanding.

"Oh, you mean progeny! Well," she began softly, "I wouldn't allow it if I weren't certain that we could circumvent those consequences. That's what the sponge is for, my dear."

A hushed quiet settled in the chamber as Lafferty tenderly traced his fingers across her face. In her two-and-twenty years, he still regarded her as being in the bloom of her youth, while he himself was in his six-and-thirty and certainly not becoming any younger. He wouldn't object to Corliss becoming his wife, but he was aware that she had a few more years to contemplate her choice of a life partner. Perhaps someone more handsome, more eloquent or affectionate, or even with greater financial means to provide for her... Not that he was destitute by any means, but he wouldn't want a woman to marry him solely for such a convenience.

Lastly, he was confident that no one could rival his skills in the art of love. His prowess was unmatched, and his communication was unparalleled. He devoted himself to his partner's pleasure, approaching each intimate encounter as if it were his final on this earthly plane.