Ross and Demelza Part 1
"Then let it be true! " I said with an air of certainty which I didn't hold. I felt his breath on my neck and his strong hand wrap around my waist. His hand was where no other man's hand had been and I couldn't breathe. In that moment all I knew was I wanted him. No, I needed him before I left. I needed the man I loved and I needed to pretend that he loved me even if it was only for a brief moment.
As the dress fell the cold night air hit my skin and he turned me around pulling me into a kiss. This couldn't be wrong I told myself. I didn't care about the age gap or the fact that I was his maid and him my master. I didn't care that this wasn't supposed to happen before marriage I loved him and I couldn't leave without saying my goodbye.
Suddenly I was on the bed naked, with lust filled eyes staring back at me. A maiden shyness came over me as I clasped my thighs together trying to hide my modesty though it could hardly matter now.
"Demelza, are you a virgin?" he said
"Yes, Sir but I reckon I'll be a 'right. I'm real strong, Suh"
I saw his brow furrow for a moment before it lessened and his concerns seemed to slip away. " I'll try be gentle even so." he said.
His words reassured my growing nerves. His absent touch was making me doubt myself but I knew what I was doing was what I wanted and I couldn't live with myself if I left without doing this. His shirt was now on the floor revealing his muscular tanned chest which I had admired from a far on many previous occasions. The top button of his trousers were undone and I looked away with a shyness that rarely overcame me. Even in his lust filled state he must of sensed some of my apprehension as he didn't remove his trousers quite yet but came back over to me and kissed me. The hands which were work worn and tough touched my skin with a gentleness I hadn't expected. His fingers skimmed my young breasts arousing a feeling between my legs I hadn't experienced before. Soft lips grazed down my body from my collar bone, to my breasts to my stomach and finally to my hip. My breathing was heavy, I didn't expect this. I thought I knew about the things that happened between a man and a woman but obviously not. I didn't realise how much pleasure it would bring me. His fingers skimmed my sex and I stiffened expecting that the time was now but it was only his fingers feeling around my folds. A sound escaped my lips which I had been trying to hold back for several minutes by this time.
"Don't hold back, Demelza. I need to know how you feel so I know when you are ready." said Ross with dark eyes which almost frightened me.
" I think I'm ready now, Sir" She said desperate. Both desperate from need and desperate because she wanted to get the first moment over with so her nerves could be eased.
"You sure about this?" he said. Offering me one last escape even though I could see he needed this almost as much as I.
"Yes, sir"
"Ross, call me Ross when your here."
Ross stood up and removed his trousers revealing his large erect manhood to me. I had never seen a naked man so close up and his sheer size frightened me.
My love, returned to me kissing me. More of a distraction than anything else. Then he entered me in one swift move. I gasped in pain and he looked down at me. I wasn't gonna cry I told myself. He won't wanna be with someone who is crying but even still despite my determination a solitary tear fell from my face.
" Do you need me to stop?" he said with desperate and pleading look on his face willing me to allow him to continue.
" No, Sir. You can continue." I replied trying to stop my voice from breaking as I felt the stretch within me.
" Just, hold on to me" he said as he began to move within me.
I held him close the whole time the pain fading with each of his thrusts. My face tucked into his neck, breathing in his smell locking it away in my memory. Trying to remember the feeling of his skin on my skin, the feeling of his lips on my lips, the sounds of our pleasure mingling together in the cold, dark room. I wanted to remember the feeling of him within me forever.
One final grunt and he spilled his seed within me. His limp body rolled off of me as he came down from his high and fell fast asleep. I looked at him for a while. Painting a picture of his face with his dark features and scar which just missed his eye. How could I leave him? How could I leave, my love? I thought but I also knew that tomorrow I must.