For the first time in months, she did not retire to the library to brood after luncheon. Her mind ached as the stress of his absence pounded behind her glazed eyes. She stared in a dangerously blank fashion at the peasants' carts wending their way back from the harvest. Looking further afield she could see merchants, having gathered their wares and hitched their old shire horses to their wagons, slowly making their way out of the busy market up into the hills to the market towns inland. She had waited forever, while he went about his business, guarding herself from the intrusion of servants and retiring early at night, subdued and less than happy with her forlorn situation and his apparent abandonment of the comforts of their dwelling for the rough living afforded by the taverns of the port town, Ilmarel.
Now, at last, she could grip the stone parapet until her knuckles grew bone white and the joints threatened to break through the stretched skin. She could not restrain herself from cheering noisily from the parapet when she finally spied the white and roan pair of her Lord. He was, finally, weaving recklessly through the crowded, noisy streets on the outskirts of Ilmarel.
She watched him speed up into the hills towards her, almost galloping along the quiet, country road. The thought of the trees bowing as he passed somehow eased her troubled mind, as dappled patterns of shadows and sunlight gently wove themselves into a mesmerising yet respectful display for them both.
In only a few seemingly eternal minutes, he spied the familiar stone structure of the chateau, with old fashioned fluted white colonades supporting arches and a large wrap around porch. The carriage pulled to a halt in the courtyard and he pulled out the keys and a riding whip. Sliding almost wearily from his seat, and slamming the carriage door a little too hard behind him, he walked slowly across the crunching gravel of the driveway and up the steps to the chateau's front entrance.
Having waited above for some considerable while in pensive and reflective mood, she now turned hastily, not even taking the time to look around as she normally did at the end of the day to admire her surroundings. She fished for the keys jangling on her belt and jiggled one in the lock, waiting impatiently to hear it spring free. With a mumbled curse, she finally felt the mechanism open as she hurriedly pushed against the door and stepped gratefully into the cool shadowed upper corridor.
Her heels clicked an almost angry rhythm across the tiled ceramic floor as she dropped her scarf onto a small hall table and spared a quick glance at her own face in an oval mirror which hung on the smooth white wall there. She winced upon noticing the smudged darkness of circles beneath her normally bright eyes. The sleek bun of hair tied with a blue satin ribbon had come halfway undone, sending tendrils curling down the nape of her neck and side of one cheek.
Brushing the offending strands from her face, she noted too, the pinched, unhappy shape of her mouth and the slight lines of worry etched into the corners of her eyes. The high planes of her cheekbones were merely gaunt with fatigue today. Gone were her ready dimples, her radiant smile that was capable of infecting all those around her, charming them into granting her least whim.
She headed slowly down the winding, spiral staircase of white marble flecked with green, trailing one hand along the highly polished mahogany banister....noting with perverse satisfaction, the faint streaks that her fingertips made upon the gleaming wood. Reaching the doorway to his chambers, she kicked off her shoes, relaxing slightly as her stocking clad feet sank into the luxurious plush of the carpet beneath them. Stepping into the room, she stopped abruptly, as if she'd hit an invisible brick wall.
There before her startled eyes stood countless perfumed candles in a multitude of colours and scents....their flames casting a gentle golden warmth and a welcoming flicker of shadows and light upon the light beige walls. What surprised her even further however, was the sight that greeted her now wide open eyes when they fell upon her bed.
A figure lay sprawled there.........velvet red rose petals scattered across his supine form, tactfully obscuring intimate places. Her pulse quickened and a slow blush began to warm her previously pale cheeks. Walking a few steps further into the room, she stopped just short of the edge of the bed.
"That was quick work MiLord. A bed for us to renew our nuptial vows?"
He smiled and said nothing.
"Should I climb into your lap, MiLord?"
A grinning silence.
"Should I nuzzle in against you?"
Still no answer from the reticent Master, but looking down, she noted that Milord's body was covered in a scented oil. It resulted in the candle-glow glistening on his firm muscles and well made physique.
"Can my hands stroke you lightly, Milord?" she giggled nervously, her fingers reaching out to touch, relax and arouse him, all at the same time. Slipping her dress jacket from her shoulders revealing the ivory silk blouse beneath, she felt her fingers straying to small pearl buttons that ran up the front of her breastbone.
"Should I lean back against your chest...?" she queried, stretching back and allowing his hands to cradle her breast in his palm. she then held her hand over his, making him rub a thumb lightly across the swiftly hardening node of flesh beneath her blouse. Her breasts, trapped under the thin, slippery fabric grew taut with expectation. She let her eyes rove over his exposed flesh.
".....should I lean forward slightly, pressing into your caress...?" she continued, breathing with shivering gasps as his lips dipped down to nibble at my earlobes. Hearing the sussuration of his warm breath, made her own inhalation catch in her throat with surprised delight.
"Should my hands massage you more firmly?" she asked, imagining how good it would feel to enfold his length into her mouth's intimate embrace.
He remained nothing and did not make any move to come to her, apart from her holding his hands to her body. She decided to put on a show for him, to enjoy the spontaneous and romantic scene that he'd arranged for her to the full. Reaching a hand up to the back of her neck, she slowly withdrew the pins that held her mass of curls in place.
"Should I wriggle around upon your lap, until my thigh length skirt slides up enough to reveal all that lies beneath its black concealment?" she grinned up at him, a wicked teasing giggle in the back of her throat that erupts as a sensual growl. She lifted her head and kiss him hard.
"Should I reach down with my hands and release you from the imprisonment of the petals, MiLord?" she giggled, her tongue snaking into his mouth, dancing with his as she shifted position ever so slightly, their bodies tingling with the slight friction these movements produced.
With a soft, whisper that caused goose-flesh to spring out upon MiLord's body, her hair cascaded down over her shoulders and back in a gleaming curtain of silkiness. Her hands slowly unfastened the buttons that held her now aching breasts captive, straining not to rush or spoil the spell of seduction she was weaving.
"MiLord, know that I am enjoying this torture as much or perhaps more than you," she murmured undulating her hips against his, her mouth sliding from his to rain tongue lashes across his chin, throat, and around to the sensitive flesh of his earlobes.
" Can you feel me moistening so close, and yet so far from where you want me to be?" she whispered in a breath of seduction into one of his ears. Her tongue traced the edge and then darted within. "It seems to me your whole body is shaking with repressed desire."
"Do you want more than this MiLord?" she murmured, her voice a husky whip that flayed his passion seared senses, accepting his nod of assent for no words are needed. As the first touch of cool air brushed against the swell of her now partially bared breasts, she drew in a breath of pleasure, never realizing how sensuously mere air could caress her.
She slid her hands behind her back to slowly open the zipper of her gray tweed skirt, slipping it down over her gently rounded hips until it landed in a dark puddle at her ankles. The flickering candle flames danced and cast their golden glow across her now flushed cheeks, and limned her body with a radiant halo of light.
Turning to place her back to MiLord, as he lay watching every move she made, she bent over and ran her hands over her buttocks, slipping both her panties and stockings down the length of her slender legs; her smooth white posterior beckoned to him. Looking at him devilishly from between her legs, her face partly hidden by the silken curtain of her hair, she straightened and reached back to unfasten her white lace bra.
She sighed with release as the constricting garment fell to the floor with a soft sound. Letting him feast his eyes on her now gloriously naked form, she turned slowly to face him once more, her fingers lightly stroking her own breasts, fingering her now hardened, rosy tipped breasts. One hand slid almost casually downward, the palm leaving a trail of goose-bumps across her abdomen, stopping to rest just above the soft mound of pelvic curls that nestled between her creamy thighs.
As she gazed into his passion glazed eyes from where she stood at the end of the bed, she let her one hand continue its downward travels. A finger slipped within her own secret folds to pleasure herself as he watched, enraptured. Her head arched back, as beads of sweat sprung out across her chest and glistened in the flickering light across her stomach, as her own hand wove intimate magic midst her thighs.
Her breath came in laboured gasps and her knees trembled as her free hand fondled her breasts, arousing her desires to fever pitch. With eyes still closed, and her other senses blinded by her mounting ecstasy, she never heard the soft rustle of her mattress moving, or the soft tread of her lover's feet as he stepped soundlessly over to where she stood. With abrupt reversal of roles, he became the aggressor.....tired of merely watching.
His mouth sought and captured hers with a ravenous kiss, their tongues touching, withdrawing then eagerly melding as one. Hands roved across her now sweat misted skin, as hers caressed his strong shoulders, fingers tracing the firm line of his jaw, running through his curly, brown hair.
Her nails raked lightly down across his back, as he and his cunning tongue relinquished their possession of her mouth and instead fell to ravaging her sensitive earlobes, neck and throat....stopping to pay homage to the fluttering pulse point that mirrored the thundering beat of her racing heart. Her lips nibbled upon his ears as well, his neck, his face, covering it with feathery kisses. Each touch fanning their mutual desire until it threatened to consume them.
Turning as one to face each other, they pressed closer, chests, hips and thighs molded together. They both could feel the other's need: she in the rigidity of his organ against her inner thigh, and he by the rock hard presence of her nipples rubbing across his chest.
Silently, with unspoken agreement, they lay back together on the feather coverlet, as the scent of crushed rose petals mingled with the perfume from the candles and that of their own heated flesh. His fingers danced down the inside edges of her arms, followed by his lips, leaving their own trail of sensual fire that seared her senses and branded her as his love. She reached down to pull his mouth to hers, her tongue licking playfully at his lower lip, tracing the edge erotically, feeling him tremble in her embrace.
He could feel the subtle undulation of her hips beneath his own and ached to bury his need in the warmth, and moist darkness of her inner folds. He promised himself that tonight, she was the one who'd be begging for release from his gentle brand of sensual torture before he was finished.
Loving every inch of her, from the top of her head, crowned by its shimmering waves of sweet scented coppery tresses, to the tips of her delicate toes, his hands, lips and tongue memorized every curve, hollow, and swell of her glorious body. Drawing her to the peak of her desire and need time upon time and then slowly easing her back down, denying her true release time and again, he sought take her to a level of pleasure never before attained in their love-making. She shuddered and gasped, begged, cursed and sobbed for him to cease this unbearably cruel, yet sweet torture, but it was as if he'd suddenly become deaf.
Her hands strained to reach him, to pleasure him, to make him ease his sensual assault upon her, but his strong hands pinned both wrists to the bed as he rose up over her, totally in command. His emerald eyes flashed with the desire that he felt, tempered by love and affection; yet for the time being, the passion within him reigned.
Her hips thrust upwards, trying to make contact and to coax him inside; she needed him to assuage the flaring heat and pulsing, white-hot need that screamed through her veins and exploded behind her closed eyes in a display of multihued lights. Every nerve within her throbbed and every muscle shuddered as his lips finally reached their ultimate goal. With fierce sensual intent, his tongue lightly brushed against one inner thigh, then the other; his soft breath whispering against her overheated flesh threatening to drive her over sanity's precipice.
Yet, by the very edge of her fingernails and sheer strength of an indomitable will, she was able to retain a vestige of control. In her eyes, a complete surrender was not allowed. To let the innermost walls and defenses she'd built around her heart crumble was not acceptable. Opening her passion glazed eyes, she gazed into the loving eyes of the man who was now seeking to break her only remaining stronghold, the bastion of her control. She could see a promise in his eyes of what he intended to do continue doing until she surrendered, she gasped in incredulity.
She accepted him willingly, wantonly and undertook his caresses with an entirely new awareness. The everyday cares and tensions finally faded away, replaced by a warmth and fullness never before dreamt of. Her body responded by shivering and shuddering, as her heart raced and threatened to fly out of her chest with joy! She cried out his name again and again as his tongue and lips plundered her secret treasure, sending ecstasy throbbing throughout every fibre of her being, setting her soul and heart ablaze with pleasure and love.
Becoming lost in the bottomless, sparking green pools of emotion contained in his gleaming orbs, touching him, she sighed. All the stones in her personal fortress, finally went crashing down around her. Her heart thundered in her chest, free at last. With a wild laugh, she gave in at last to total abandon, surrendered herself to temptation.
Pausing only to lift his head from where it'd been deliciously nestled between her velvet smooth thighs, he slid up and joined with her as their mouths met and tongues twined together in a fretful danced. He rocked back and slid himself between her hot, wet lower folds, again and again, increasing his force and tempo as her hips lifted and met each powerful thrust, her arms embracing his shoulders, her upper body arched in the throes of delight.
His lips sought her forehead, her throat, licking, and nibbling. His tongue claimed her flesh, drawing into the undulating swell of her fullness with such absolute certainty that the determination bordered on pain. The rhythm never slowed. The powerful thrusts never faltered. The tip of his shaft pressed against her, as her muscles clench around him, stroking his silky power from within. She shuddered at the heat, the fullness of him and arches her back, offering my proud breasts to his seeking mouth.
She quivered, as the wet heat of his mouth closed blessedly over one taut nipple and begins to suckle lingeringly upon its rosy flesh, swirling his tongue around the peak, and then flicking it across the very tip, until flashes of white hot electricity were spiking through her, from groin to chest and back, her need centered on the pulsing strength of your hardness buried in her throbbing heat.
Closing her eyes, she offered herself up to the moment entirely, and ride up and down, forward and back, stirring him inside her, to the point that reality is a fond memory and a feverish ecstasy is her sole Mistress. She shakes uncontrollably, as her passion mounts. His mouth slid from one breast, across to the other. One of his hands slipped down to finger her mercilessly, making her beg for release from pleasure.
With him buried deep in her tight sheath, her moisture allowing them to slide as one together, muscles caressed from within, thighs caressed from without. Together they rose higher and higher, only aware of the touch of one another, massaging until both scream for release. His mouth sought hers ruthlessly. His tongue captured her and holding it prisoner. Then, abruptly, pleasure washes through her, bathing her in a sheen of sweat, as she slides down harder upon him.
"I want you inside me, filling me, completing me...." She moaned, begging, pleading, as her body spasming helplessly, shattered yet still locked tightly around him... as he shudders as well. In a few more moments, her entire body was suffused with warmth and peace, as if she were capable of soaring without wings, as wave after relentless wave of energy and erotic sensation, flowed through her. Colours flashed and swirled behind her eyes, as the flood over her lover's seed spilled into her as he simultaneously attained fulfillment of his desires.
She collapsed against his chest, his arms around her, his palms resting on my backside, cupping her. Her breasts press against him, feeling the thundering rhythm of his heartbeat as his body offers itself up to her in complete surrender - he now one with her. She held him, as the final shivering and shaking of their flesh at long last subsides. After a few minutes, she raised her head to look into his eyes, a light of affection, and satisfaction mirrored in both their gazes.
"Hmm, that was so nice," she whispered, kissing his mouth gently as they lay entwined, needs released and love expressed. He breathed harshly in reply, kissing the top of her hair and inhaling the combined scent of their love-making and her own sweetly clean aroma. Pulling her close, he felt her nestle her head against his shoulder, as all tension had been purged from her body in the searing fire of their union. He cradled her face in his palms, kissing her pleasure swollen mouth tenderly, then her nose, then each closed eye-lid.
"I think it might be time I retired," he muttered sotto voce and she reluctantly agreed, nodding her tired head slowly, resting blissfully in the glorious post coital tranquility, at peace with herself and the world for the first time in months.
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