The door opens slowly, barely letting in light from the hall. Tara and Tomas move in their sleep as their mother smooths their blanket. Stoney watches, concerned at the fatigue in her mind, the droop of her shoulders. He rises quietly and wraps his arms around her from behind. Alise leans back into his embrace closing her eyes.
"You need to rest Mon Chaton. It is not good for you or Sarah to be so exhausted. Now that Raina is doing better, it is time to take care of yourself and the baby."
He helps her undress, tucking her in bed and curling around her. His body slowly warms hers. "Ob is resting, no longer beyond our touch. He plans on taking his family back to the Tavern tomorrow night. Voulez-vous rentrer à la
maison, retour à la petit maison?"
Alise snuggles back against her husband, wriggling for a better position. He groans as she rubs her shapely bottom across his growing hardness. Alise reaches between her legs and eases him inside, moaning softly. The rhythm of their bodies is slow and gentle, his fingers teasing her wet lips and taut bud until she whimpers for more. He brings her to a peak, rocking as she whispers for more. He rubs her clit between his thumb and finger until she bucks, exploding around him. Pressing deep, he groans, fighting for quiet. Still shuddering, they drift, enjoying each others touch.
*Do you want to go home, back to the cottage?
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