He kissed her in her and Lionel's bedroom, and she had planned for that to be all they would do in that bedroom. But then Monty had started kissing her neck, and her shoulder, and soon enough Sibella was stripped down to her shift and corset.
Even sooner was she on the bed with Monty.
He kissed her heatedly, his hands grasping at her waist as if he never wanted to let go of her.
He pulled at the strings of her corset, kissing her bare skin as it appeared to him as the corset became looser and looser. He kissed between her breasts, in between each of her ribs, and lastly on her abdomen, right where her skirt was still intact.
His lips and hands hovered over the area.
"We're probably shouldn't-"
"Why not?" Monty was quick to ask.
Sibella bit her lip.
"He might come home."
"So?"
"So, he's my husband. I don't think he'll take kindly to seeing his wife making love in his bed to someone else."
"I don't care if he'll take it kindly or not," Monty said. He reached for her skirt.
"The servants-"
Monty sighed. "Why do you always have to be so careful?"
"Because I'm not allowed the luxuries or the benefits of having an affair and being treated kindly for it!" Her face grew tense.
Monty paused. He sighed again, and kissed her lips.
"I'm sorry."
"You should be," she quipped back at him.
He licked his lips, and moved away.
She sat up, her brow furrowing.
"I didn't say to stop."
"No, but you alluded to it." He seemed hurt. She controlled the urge to roll her eyes at him.
"But I don't want you to stop." She pouted. He brightened up at that, and came towards her excitedly.
"You're impossible," he growled in her ear. She laughed.
"You're the one who fell in love with me," she teased.
"Yes, but I didn't know what I was getting into," he challenged as he kissed her breasts again.
Sibella let out a sigh and arched her back in pleasure.
"Yes, well, how is that my problem?"
"You're wicked, you know that?" He looked at her, and she grinned.
She slipped off her skirt.
"Oh, darling… of course I know that…"