Uther knew the rhythm, and he knew how to counter it. Not that it wasn't good - in fact it was the problem. Arisa was so good with her hips, even pinned as she was, that the porter kept his thrusts timed to avoid hilting his wife too deep and too often. If he didn't, he'd have came already, and Uther wanted a memory more substantial than an embarrassingly quick romp to keep him warm the next few nights. Besides, Arisa was his delicate flower, and he didn't want her to scream in pain when he accidentally stretched her too deep and too wide.<br/><br/>"S-sorry," he breathed onto her lips, thinking he'd entered too soon when she moaned aloud and bit her lip. He'd have slowed down if Arisa's rocking let him, but he was completely occupied with keeping pace, and with breathing down her neckline to warm her hardening nipples through her bra. A hand instinctively latched onto her blouse and nearly tugged it off one shoulder, but he stopped just short, merely scratching at her tit through her bra as he held back. If she popped out of her shirt now, there'd be no telling what might happen.<br/><br/>The sound of footsteps approaching made him slow his thrusts to an agonizing crawl. He didn't stop, oh no, but he sawed her pussy as if every inch mattered while listening for the footsteps to disappear. Whether it did or didn't, his heavy breathing made it hard to tell, Uther leaned into Arisa's ear and whispered softly.<br/><br/>"Once I get back, we can... The girls are already..." He heaved and sighed as he ramped up his thrusts to the steady but strong pace from before, unable to finish his thoughts until he just blurted out what he really wanted. For years they practiced self-control, almost always with Uther straining in pain as he stroked himself to finish outside her pussy. But this time...<br/><br/>"Let's have another baby!" he hissed, pushing tentatively deeper and throbbing expectantly, as if just one word from Arisa could make him explode right there inside her.