The Endeavor

[Lord Cutler Beckett]

Beckett smiled and wanted to fulfill his desires, with the agility of a cat, was turned to himself to put himself on her, it opened his legs to be able to possess it and when it kissed her with savagery, pressing his lips against theirs he impelled and his manhood did the work, slid on his interior strongly. He separated his lips to express a groan of pleasure that his espald made arch to, his head fell down backwards and closed the eyes being flooded in the delight. It was not delicate, it was wild...

[ladylouisebeckett]

She moaned as he took her, wrapping her leg around his waist to bring him in further. She wanted it rough, she wanted it wild...and it appeared that he wanted the same thing. The pleasure of their embrace built up in her system until it was almost too much to bear. She wanted nothing more than to scream his name "CUTLER" for all the world to hear but she knew he would be displeased.

Instead, she revelled as he thrust, groaned as he groaned. The world seemed inconsequencial as they coupled completely for the first time in five years. Everything was unimportant...everything was irrelevant. For a fraction of a second, she even allowed herself to forget the unwavering, horrible reality that he was married - and not married to her.

[Lord Cutler Beckett]

"Marie!!!!!"...........

It shouted his name when it sank in her completely, it closed the eyes and bit the lips strongly up to the point of doing to him blood and a wave of pleasure flooded his body and assured his legs about his waist while it was resting on his beautiful body and the rubbing of his skins they excited him more, much more....

Between groans, he was moving inside her strongly, with savagery, but an exciting, intense savagery mixed by his real feelings towards Marie. She did not know that he, she was shouting and crying because it was regretful of having married, because really he her loved and could not say her to it.

[ladylouisebeckett]

Her orgasm came with blinding force, and a harsh yell escaped her lips. As he came too, she wrapped her arms tight around him possessively. She did not want to leave him now, now that they had once again consumated their lust. She loved him with all her heart, and did not want to comprehend his returning to his wife.

[Lord Cutler Beckett]

His lips crushed strongly, without importing for him that she could feel his blood in his mouth. It introduced his tongue in his mouth and explored all the corners between groans, he was savouring his lips with sweetness while he was not stopping penetrating her strongly until he was turned to put it on her. It took her strongly of the waist and asked her between rustle.

" Im yours, Marie. Make me the love......"

[ladylouisebeckett]

At his words she weeped, "I am forever yours Cutler...remember that."

She returned his kiss with unbridled intensity, as though there was nothing more important than this simple contact. She gently rolled him onto his back, wishing this time to please him, to show him her love for him. Their lips seperated, and hers fell to his neck, then his chest. Her hand reached to his hardening member, which she stroked causing him to gasp.

"I love you, Cutler Beckett," she whispered, before kissing the head of his erection, a mere taste of what was to come.

[Lord Cutler Beckett]

"¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡My god, my god!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Shouted when he was feeling his lips to rub his member, his hands took strongly the savannas and closed the eyes arching a little the back. When it heard his words, he knew that she was sincere, that really loved him . But he, he could not say it to himself because he was married, also there were a few words that had never gone out of his lips, he had never said them, alone ... once, to Amandine, but ... was not sincere. A light layer of perspiration covered his face feeling the pleasure in his body to spread like the wave of sea.

[ladylouisebeckett]

She knew from his sighs and moans that he was soon to come, and come he did. Swallowing his essence, she licked her lips, gently kissing her way up his body. She lingered for a long while at his neck, running her tongue along the smooth skin. Occasionally, she would dare to graze her teeth across his skin, but she never broke it.

Finally she rested at his side, laying her head upon his chest...

[Lord Cutler Beckett]

His body umped and shouted sitting a little impelled by the pleasure, do not import for him that they could hear his crew, but the pleasure that she gave to him was very intense. His member was feeling to beat, was feeling a heat, an itch in all his body that only had felt it with her, as the first time that they made love.

His respiration was weighed, his lips in his body, in his neck, his delightful lips in his neck. His respiration was weighed, his lips in his body, in his neck, his delightful lips in his neck. Beckett knew that it was going to leave to him a mark, a mark of his lips, his stamp, a delightful stamp, this made him close it more against his body and to embrace her when she put his head on his thin chest.

[ladylouisebeckett]

Her head rested on his chest, she closed her eyes, wistfully allowing herself to believe for a moment that they were back to how they used to be, that they were not divorced. He idyly ran his fingers through her long black hair.

"That was marvellous," she whispered longingly, "as always."

He responded with a small smile. She kissed his jaw.