So she was friendly, but never inappropriate, deferring to him as expected from a messenger working for a lord, trying to maintain a veneer of profess...onalism even as she watched him almost as avidly as he watched her. And she resolved, over and over, every time that hope crept up on her, that she was fine with things like this, that she had important things to do, and no time for handsome archers, no matter how attractive.She was therefore entirely shocked the day that she saddled her horse,. My baby was so close already, and I started to add a little grind and push each time I was fully inside of her.Her fingers started to claw my back, and she moaned more. “Oh Pete, so good, you feel so fucking good in me. I love you baby, I love you. I love you Pete, oh I love you. I LOVE YOU PETE!” The last was almost a scream and I kissed her deeply, smothering her volume as she same under and around me. She thrashed under me and I pumped faster, not even trying to hold back anymore. I could. When I came out of the master bath I had on just my robe and to my pleasure she had put on a sexy short nightie, was looking very hot and I was all for it. I climbed in bed next to her, we kissed, and our hands were all over each other in seconds. I could tell she was in the mood. She wanted to fuck.How I ended up with this sexual dynamo will always be a mystery to me but I am not complaining. Since we met and got married I just thank my lucky stars. The only thing I knew was that right now was. But unlike the other 15 year-old girls, I wasn't headed home. Instead we went to the home of a couple that was partying with our parents.Eric undressed me slowly, with plenty of kisses. I actually got goose bumps on my arms. This wasn't the sex after a party type kissing, either, but Eric as the seducer. In its own way it was very romantic and I was torn: I wanted it to drag out as long as possible, and I wanted to get on with the main event. In the end dragging out won as I let Eric dictate.