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Anne bit the man's shoulder to stop her squeal from escaping. He was huge and his entire body was taut with muscle. It was suspended above her, his chest pressing lightly against her and his pelvis rolling, his penis spearing in and out of her.
She clung to his shoulders. Her legs were spread wide and she was trying to spread them wider. She loved this man. She didn't know him, but she knew she loved him. She could feel it in the soul of the woman she had literally become. This was her man; her husband. She could feel his deep and passionate love for her and there was a counterpart to that in the heart pounding in her chest as he thrust powerfully towards his climax. Her mind was too intensely focused, far too active to allow her own orgasm to take hold. It was there, building, but she was thinking too hard, trying to rationalise the fact that she was suddenly a farmer's wife in nineteen sixty eight.
The man on top of her tensed up, gripping her tight as his body convulsed. Anne held him, her hand seeking his hair and tenderly caressing his scalp as he expelled a breath of pure satisfaction. His muscles relaxed with that, and his weight was upon her, but it was nice to feel. She liked how heavy he was; this man who had just made love to her. It was nothing like before, those other times. The body she was living in recognized and appreciated this attention. The mind she had brought with her was stunned by the pleasure. If she could have relaxed into it…
She stroked his hair while he recovered and came down from his high. He rolled aside a little, allowing her to close her legs and breathe. It took effort.
"You must be hungry?" she asked. She didn't even know his name.
"Starving, baby," he answered, kissing her and seeking her eyes.
His were almost transparent. They were the clearest grey/green eyes Anne had ever seen. They were amazing; completely hypnotic to look into. It had been his eyes that had taken her, had ended her weak protestations. She had been his to take as he pleased, right from that first kiss.
He slipped down and kissed her still exposed belly. "What do you think? Any chance?" he asked, winking cheekily again.
It was obvious what he was referring to. Anne had no idea if there was any chance. "I don't know-maybe." What part of my menstrual cycle am I in? Can you even fall pregnant when you're having an out-of body, into other body, time travelling experience?