OK, dear readers. This is the final chapter. I hope you have enjoyed this little journey with the best OTP ever ! lol Thanks for reading.
He looked down at her for a moment, mesmerized by the sight of her beauty before him. Only her breasts were free to his eyes but as she lay stretched out, clad from the waist down in white silk that hugged every curve of her body, she was already a treat for the eyes. He was inexorably drawn to her. Kneeling at her feet, he slowly ran his hands up her legs, letting the roughness of his palms slide over the soft silk before grasping the waistband and beginning the return trip, slowly peeling the material from her body. She squirmed against it, lost in the feel of silk sliding over her skin.
Tossing the garment aside, Branson stood again to look at her until the need to touch and be touched became too great. Sliding the length of her body, he stretched out beside her in the little space, propping himself on one elbow so he could lean over her and claimed her lips and breast at the same time. The instant he touched her, Sybil twisted sharply, arching her back with the need to increase the contact. She knew that she shouldn't do this, that she shouldn't allow him to touch her like that. That it was wrong, that they should wait to be officially married but she couldn't. Not after what the brief earlier encounter had promised and she just had to hope that her father won't storm in in the following minutes. She almost sobbed when he tore his mouth from hers and let it slide slowly down her chest, replacing his hand with the moist heat of his mouth. Helpless to prevent it, she moaned softly, writhing against the sweet of his lips and tongue.
"You sure?" He whispered. "You're entirely sure you want to marry me?"
"Yes", she breathed back.
"Tell me, tell me what you want".
But she was so innocent that she didn't know how to answer him.
"Tell me", he insisted, flicking her nipple with the tip of his tongue.
"Anything", she breathed? "Just…touch me. Don't stop touching me…everywhere".
He chuckled, creating a wonderful vibration across her flesh still in his mouth and then, whispered:
"Love, that's one thing you can count on."
As much she wanted to be touched, she needed to touch him just as badly. She traced the hard muscles of his back, letting one hand slide to the soft silk of his hair, unconsciously holding him to her as his mouth continued to do incredible things to her breasts. Wave after wave of sensation rolled over her until she thought she would explode. Catching his face in her hands, she guided him up until she could lock her mouth on his. Instantly, his tongue penetrated deep, echoing the restless thrusting of his hips against her thigh. Each thrust let her feel his hard erection, separated from her by only a thin barrier of material. Hooking her thumb in his waistband, she pulled his underwear down as far as she could and he then took over, shoving them off and kicking them aside.
Wanting to be more than a consenting victim, she pushed on his shoulder and forced him onto his back, taking up his position propped on one arm. Her eyes and hand swept the length of him, as she drank in the sight of his fully aroused body. She carefully avoided touching his erection as she continued to explore, but each time her hand came near, she saw it give a little jump and something inside her tightened.
His eyes shut, a mask of pure pleasure on his face, Branson lay before her, completely lost in the sensations she was creating. For Sybil, feeling this powerful man shiver beneath her touch was the most amazing and arousing thing she'd ever experienced. When at last, she closed her hand around him, his eyes flew open and his head sprang up, a gasp escaping his throat.
"Oh God, Sybil, don't. It feels too good. I'm too…close."
The last word dissolved into a groan as he thrust himself hard into her hand. Reluctantly, she released him, neither of them ready for this to end just yet. But they were both ready to move forward. Branson wrapped one arm around her, pulling her down so that she lay across his chest while the other hand skimmed down her body. His big hand opened to cup her bottom, squeezing and kneading as he had done to her breast. Their mouths fused, he drank her throaty moan. That moan turned to a gasp when he slid one finger beyond her backside and drew it across the heated flesh between her legs. Instinctively, she raised her knee, draping it across his thighs and opening herself to his touch.
"Tell me if I hurt you", he breathed.
Her only answer was a moan and his other hand went to her breast and he began a three ways assault on her senses, penetrating her mouth and her most intimate part with matching strokes as his thumb danced over her nipple.
It was too much. She was being pulled apart and she fought hard to stop the feeling but it was too hard. He dragged his mouth from hers, pressing kisses to her face.
"Let it go", he whispered. "Please, I've waited a long time to see you this way."
He kissed her again, deep and hard.
"Please, Love. Let me see you come undone."
His hoarse whisper snapped the last threads of her restraint. Her entire body went rigid then exploded in a release more powerful than anything she'd ever known. He kept up his assault, plunging his fingers inside her, driving her higher and higher. Her head thrown back, she gasped and sobbed while he kissed and nipped her throat.
As the rhythm of his hand slowed, she gradually descended back from her high. When she was finally able to open her eyes, she found him gazing at her, his own eyes as black as night and shinning with an adoration that told her she had made the right choice.
"You're incredibly beautiful", he breathed, "and that was amazing to see you like this. You're feeling ok?"
She caught his face in her hands, kissing him deeply as she rolled to her back, pulling him with her.
"I'm feeling incredibly well, thank you", she whispered as he settled between her thighs.
Instantly, a new need began to build within her as she felt the first tentative probes of his erection. She opened herself to him, her eyes never leaving his face as she was realizing she was about to start a new aspect of her life but instead of pushing into her, he froze suddenly, his eyes going wide.
"There's no going back after that, Love. Are you really sure? Like I said, I don't want to ruin you."
"I'm sure, Tom."
Hearing her say his first name for the first time made him smiled and she tenderly smiled back.
"But, still, we have to be careful."
Sybil frowned and Branson gulped. She was so innocent and he wasn't comfortable at all to have this conversation yet and especially now that things have been that far.
"Babies…tell me you know how babies are made, please", he almost groaned.
Sybil chuckled seeing his embarrassment.
"Yes, I know silly. But don't worry, we are in the clear for now".
"You sure? Because, that's not that I don't want a baby, you know. And still, if we make a baby right now, I would take care of…"
"Stop rambling, Tom Branson", she ordered. "And make love to me. Or do you want to wait for my dad and ask him permission? I love you so act about on it."
His expression literally melted. She loved him. She was in love with him and would marry him. He thought he couldn't be happier but she was right, the more they were waiting, the more they were taking the risk to be discovered. Never, even in his silliest dreams, he would have thought that things would turn this way so he was more than happy to oblige her. He leaned towards her and captured her mouth with his and his tongue slipped past her lips as he slowly sank inside her. The dual sensation was so amazing she nearly came apart. He gradually drew back then slowly pushed in again, setting up a rocking rhythm of long strokes, caressing her from the inside.
"Tell me if it hurts", he moaned.
Sybil looked at him and smiled at his consideration, wondering if he saw her wince when he first entered her. It didn't exactly hurt. It was uncomfortable at first but very soon, his carefulness send the pain away, letting a pure pleasure spread in her. She heard a lot of things about the first time between a man and a woman and despite all of that, she had no fear and now, she knew she was right not to. It had nothing to be afraid of. It was just a wonderful feeling to feel completed by the man you love.
Branson's strokes soon became quicker and almost instantly, the tension began to built, swirling around them both and calling for a faster pace. A small gasp came from his throat and he bent his head to kiss the side of her neck.
"Love, I'm sorry I'm not going to last. I was too close from the moment I laid my eyes on you in all that silk."
All she could do was groan his name, urging him that way to carry on. He plunged into her faster and deeper but it was like it wasn't enough. She wanted more of him, all of him. She grabbed at his arms, her nails biting into the hard muscles of his biceps.
"Harder", she gasped. "Harder, Tom, please, I need to feel more of you".
"I…don't want to…hurt you", he groaned, desperately fighting against his body's urge to fulfil her request.
"You won't, please", she moaned. "I promise you won't, I'm ok", she added before wrapping her legs around his waist, opening herself even more for him.
Her words and gesture were like the death on him and the last tiny fragments of his control fled. Taking his weight on his elbows, he buried his face in her neck, driving into her in a frantic and almost desperate pace. He lost the rhythm completely when she began to writhe beneath him and answered to his hips, calling his name and raking her nails down his back.
Their bodies plunged towards each other with equal fervour and she met his every thrust, taking him deeper inside herself. He was losing himself completely in this woman, giving in at last to the pull he had felt from the moment he first heard her talk about women rights.
She was half sobbing now, pulling at his hips, sinking her nails in his backside, desperate to be freed from the unbearable tension in her. The first spasm gripped her body and her muscles contracted around him, clenching him tighter than he'd thought possible. Desperate helpless groans burst out from his throat with every thrust as he drove into her again and again until his whole universe blew apart.
Sybil was lost in a world of pure sensation and her own pleasure but she still felt Tom's body suddenly tense even further and began to tremble violently. His breath was erratic and her name was a groan from his throat as he dove into her and then a powerful spasm slammed through his body and he froze, buried deep inside her. She felt him pulse within her as he exploded with a long and tortured moan.
For what seemed like an eternity, his trembling continued, his head thrown back, his eyes squeezed shut. It was as if he was pouring himself into her body and soul. Her heart filled with the love she had kept secret from him for so long and was overwhelmed to have shared this special moment with him. Now, her love and every other emotion they could have laid bare. Nothing at all stood between them, even their family, as he slowly descended until the tremors subsided and he collapsed over her, taking just enough of his weight to avoid crushing her.
Bathed in great warmth, Sybil held him to her while the tremors of his release skittered through his body. She stroked his hair, and then ran her hands down his back and across his ribs. The feel of him against her, his weight pressing her into the small bed felt so right. She was feeling that now they shared so much from one another, they would be able to face everything in order to live their love freely. She wasn't afraid anymore.
At last, he raised his head, stealing her mouth for a deep kiss that echoed their earlier hunger for each other before finally looking down at her, afraid to see regrets in her eyes. She stroked a hand across his cheek.
"I love you", she whispered, her eyes shining.
No trace of regret. Tom let out a sigh of relief and smiled down at her.
"I dreamed for so long to hear you say these words to me…"
"You dreamed of me?" She asked almost innocently.
Tom chuckled.
"Every night since the first time I drove you around with your mother and sisters".
Sybil's eyes went wide and he brushed her hair from her face with a broad sweep of his hand.
"Don't be surprised. I loved you for a long time. And like I said before, I've been doing some thinking about my life and the decisions I made. And after three years, I couldn't wait any longer. That's why I proposed to you two months ago. I know it was bad timing but…I just couldn't keep that for myself anymore."
He didn't even give her a chance to let the words sink in before lowering his head, kissing her with tenderness so great it brought the sudden sting of tears to her eyes. When he finally drew back, she blinked away the blur just in time to see the slight moisture in his eyes as well. He rolled on his side and drew her with him.
"Things aren't going to be easy for us, you know", he said softly.
She reached for his cheek and gently caressed it.
"I know. But I'm ready. I won't let them separate us."
"I wish I could be as confident as you", he murmured suddenly feeling unsure.
Sybil propped herself on her elbow and let her hand slide on his bare chest, playing with the spare hairs here.
"Tom, I didn't give myself to you all of a sudden like that. I love you and I decided to marry you. That's it, the rest are details."
"But big ones."
"Yes, but I do know now that we can confront anything as long as we are together. Now, stop complaining and kiss me. They'll be there soon so we shouldn't waste any time left."
Tom chuckled, a little bit reassured by Sybil's confidence in their love.
"Aye, Aye, Milady."
They both laughed before their mouths fused together, the desire immediately taking the best over the obstacles to come…
The end
