His Defiant Wife, the Adventures of Linnett Wainwright, Book 2 by Vanessa Brooks Read Free Book Online

cracking branches and falling leaves. Linnett squealed and
clapped her hands, running over to where the tree now lay, the
leaves still quivering.
    John picked up
his shirt and, grinning hugely, walked the length of the tree.
Running his hands over the knotted bark of the now prone trunk, he
said, ‘There’s enough wood here to keep us warm all winter. It’s
very green right now but it should still burn.”
    “What do you
mean by green wood?” Linnett asked him, seating herself up on the
fallen tree. “Green wood is unseasoned wood, it still has the sap
inside and so it burns with a lot of smoke. Wood should be left to
season for a year or so ideally before you use it for fire
wood.”
    John stood with
his back to Linnett, naked to the waist, he surveyed the tree while
he talked. Linnett cast her eyes over her husband’s naked torso.
Beads of sweat stood out on the taut muscles of his shoulders and
she watched as a line of moisture trickled down to the base of his
spine and into the waist of his trousers.
    John turned to
face her and caught the sultry look on her face. Flinging aside the
shirt in his hand he padded towards her, his body loose limbed with
a predatory lust. “Turn around and lift your skirts up,” he
growled, turning her shoulders so that she lay stomach down over
the felled tree.
    Linnett
shuddered, excited but confused. Her mind raced over the past day
or so and could find no fault with herself that would require
punishment. However, she trembled with anticipation; what did John
have in mind?
    John swept up
Linnett’s skirt and petticoats, exposing her shapely legs and
baring her curved and shapely bottom. He gazed lustily on the
provocative sight she presented. He ran his work rough hands up the
smooth skin, his palms outstretched so that his thumbs met the
delicious mound of her creamy buttocks; Linnett shivered with
desire.
    John held the
two orbs of her buttocks in his hand and kneaded them, letting his
thumbs drop down between her legs where he felt a rush of liquid
heat. He spread her legs wide and dropped to his knees, pressing
his face into her glistening folds. Parting her with his tongue, he
worked his magic, making her hot and fierce with need.
    Linnett lay
with her head down on her arms, and she bit into her own soft
flesh, bucking and thrashing with the overwhelming lust that seared
between her legs.
    Linnett moaned
her husband’s name. John gripped her thighs, holding her firm while
he continued his oral ravishment but stopping just before she
reached her climax.
    He stood up and
loosened his breeches. Stepping forward, he drove his erect shaft
deep into the sweet waiting cleft. He held Linnett’s gyrating hips
still, forcing her to match his own steady pace. He moved inside
her with slow gliding strokes, deep and strong. She dug her nails
into the bark of the tree and bit her lip.
    John swept the
soft skein of her hair aside, and kissed and nibbled her neck. His
hands slid beneath her breasts, gripping them as he increased the
tempo of his thrusts. She quickened under him and he drove himself
into her fierce and hard, his climax a searing rush of exquisite
pleasure that spilled over into her own sweet release.
    It was a few
minutes before John stepped back and swept down Linnett’s skirts,
lifting her off the tree. She looked delicious, all flushed, pink
and golden. “You will wear me out come spring!” John complained. “I
only have to look at you and I want to tup you then and there.”
    Linnett laughed
a low and sensuous chuckle. Her finger trailed across his naked
chest, making the tan pap of his nipples rise to her touch. John
clutched her hand in his and lifted it to his mouth where he placed
a kiss on her open palm before turning her towards the cabin,
giving her a little push in that direction. “Go get some victuals,
you strumpet. I need to keep my energy up if I’m to service such a
rapacious wench!”
    The following
week passed in a haze of activity. Linnett had the