He was back.
Her body told her so. It was singing with it.
Freshly shaven and in his best suit, he had "run into her" on the gallery. He had just wanted a glimpse of her, he said. He gave her his special smile. She returned it. Their gazes locked. Her heart beat wildly. They could not take their eyes off each other. They were drawn to the other, magnetically. Even in this fragile semi-privacy while everyone was elsewhere about the house, this was madness.
Yet she took one step, and another. So did he. Their hands met. She gasped. He was breathing hard, his gaze burning with passion. His darkening eyes slowly caressed from her eyes to her lips and back. He could not mean to kiss her, not here. Yet her heart, her body, remembered all too well how it felt to be his. To feel yearning and, yes, lust that was all too consuming to fight against.
"Please," was her barely audible whisper, disregarding all consequences of being caught. He swept her into his arms.
And he kissed her. Softly, passionately, his lips caressing hers until she whimpered for more, her parted lips his invitation to deepen his kisses, setting them both aflame.
When he finally pulled away from her mouth, her lips swollen, her body aching, she kept her arms about him, her hands running through his hair.
"I can't wait till we have the cottage," she breathed.
"Nor can I," he rasped, his hand drawing slow circles in the small of her back.
"We must get on," she insisted feebly. This caused him to lean in whispering directions in her ear. She blushed, but she would be following them as if pulled by an invisible thread. His eyes lit with a naughty little smile she could have smothered him in kisses for, if not for the faint thump down in the great hall signalling someone's presence. They pulled apart and silently went separate ways, yet not without a lingering glance over his shoulder and the tiniest purse of his lips suggesting a kiss. She walked on weak knees on her errands about the house.
In the quietest hour of the afternoon, with everyone outside or busy away downstairs, she met him in the linen closet. She barely had time to close the door before his strong hands pulled the stack of linen intended to serve for cover from her grasp and swept her up into his arms a second later. The heat of his kisses overwhelmed her deliciously, as she opened her lips to his tender insistence, meeting his tongue's caresses with some of her own, making him groan deeply. She ran her hand through his hair as he reached for her leg to wrap around his hip, pressing into her body. If he had taken her right then, she would have let him. But he took his time. Infuriatingly, exquisitely.
His warm, strong hand slid slowly up her thigh, caressing over her silky stocking until he met bare skin. He hummed into the soft skin of her neck he was covering in kisses as she gasped, his touch electrifying her. He ran his hand up and down over her thigh, further up each time. She felt heat already pooling between her legs. Boldly, she kissed and lightly nipped his earlobe. He retaliated by sliding his hand over her backside, massaging her gently. She moaned his name as he pressed himself closer to her, feeling him harden against her. Kissing her lips with tender passion he ran his hand from low on her abdomen in between her legs. He rubbed her slowly, watching her face as she bit her lip, electric shocks travelling through her body. Her knickers felt damp against her skin, but as she looked into his eyes blushing, the raw want in his look shot a dart of pleasure to her core. She bucked against him. He slowly pulled down her underwear to repeat his low caress. She moaned as his fingers slid through her slick folds. Her arms tightened around him as she breathed his name.
"I'm here, my love," he whispered to her as he kept up his caresses.
She whimpered as his gentle finger circled her until he finally eased it into her warmth, familiarising her with a presence within her walls. He slowly massaged her, eventually adding another finger, watching her face as a lustful cry tore from her lips. He was aching to have her, but he must watch her come undone first. His thumb circled her centre as she moved her hips, begging him for more. He kept up his touches, spurred on by the sounds she was making. Finally, afraid her cries might give them away, he kissed her lips hungrily, the added sensation pushing her over the edge. She went limp in his arms but he held her tight, his heart almost bursting as she whispered his name over and over.
TBC