Tehr groaned and felt his control slip, almost spilling his seed into Emily's tight hot womb as his head slammed into her deeply.  The carriage's jostle indeed adding spice to their lovemaking.  He bit his lip and held back however and then reached down to hold her body against his tightly.  He was no strong man, being rather average of strength.  But he was strong enough to hold her with both arms in position as he re-settled himself back on the seat without allowing her to slip from his impaling shaft.<br/><br/>If one of his hands was clutching her tight buttocks, fingers pressing against her oh so tight bud, as he lifted her back into position, then so be it.  Just as if she seemed to enjoy the pressure there, he would leave the probing finger to explore her tight hole.  "I think," he gasped out slightly, 'That as much as I enjoy the slow pace afforded to us by this carriage, I might also enjoy beginning to build to a little more of a determined pace."<br/><br/>He smiled down and squeezed her ass with one hand as the other caressed her back, "If it suits you of course m'lady."<br/><br/>Truth be told, as much as he wanted to extend out this passion, the feeling of her impossibly tight, wet, hot sheath simply gripped him too well.  She was so tight, so wet, so hot, that the movements were just driving him forwards even with the slow gentle pace that they'd held for the last long while.  It was going to take more and more self control the longer they did this.  He considered, for a moment, what would happen if he were to simply allow himself to spill into her.  With the way her body clutched him, would he be able to simply remain hard?  Her womb practically held his glans in a death grip, he could almost imagine that he'd have a hard time pulling from her if she so chose.  But then he knew that if he did spill, her already wet passage would grow even slicker and when he softened, which would eventually happen, the lubrication would be too great and he would slide from her.<br/><br/>But he was a gentleman and did not wish her to achieve at least one peak before him.  He was still quite a ways off, he simply knew that the inevitable was coming.  He asked her as his finger toyed with her rosebud between her cheeks, "So you're saying that it's quite likely that this carriage trip might be the last time we have any real privacy?  For even in your Londinium estate, your mother walked in on us.  I can only imagine that privacy is even more scarce at your home estates, and that they are likely far more crowded."<br/><br/>He hastened to add, "Not that I mind an audience or even an additional actor or actress in a scene, I should just prepare myself for it happening."