M rated...very M rated!
Harry paused as he entered the woods and willed his libido to calm sufficiently for his brain to work enough to find her. He pushed away the thoughts of what he would do to her as 'punishment', quickly realising that imagining pinning her to a tree and ravaging her were not helping him get to her any sooner. As he scanned the woods, he spotted the best hiding place and smiled to himself.
"Ready or not, here I come," he murmured, and carefully picked his way through the overgrowth.
Ruth smiled as she watched him head for the thick layer of trees that were clumped together opposite her, pleased that he had fallen into her trap. She happily ate the remaining few scoops of mousse as she waited in her hiding place and pondered what her next move was to be. She had lost sight of Harry now, and wondered where he had disappeared to.
"Oh dear, Harry, I think it's back to basic training for you," she whispered, as she scanned the tree line for clues as to his whereabouts.
"I don't think I'm that rusty," a voice growled in her ear as a pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist from behind, threatening to topple her from her knees.
She twisted her neck and gave him a sheepish grin. "Where did you come from?"
"I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you," he whispered in between placing delicate, sucking kisses at the base of her neck.
She reached her hand behind them both, fingers threading into his short hair as her hand rested on the back of his head, holding him to her. "You can take the Spook out of London..." she sighed, feeling a rush of hot hair against her neck as he let out a breathy laugh.
"Precisely, and since I found my target," his arms tightened around her as he spoke in a low, seductive voice, "it must be time for you to be debriefed."
A flat hand gently pushed south across her stomach, unzipping the linen and sliding beneath silk and lace. He smirked against her neck at the feel of the material; this was the type of underwear to be seen, and touched and admired, and it thrilled him to know that she had surely worn these pants for him. The fingers of his right hand rested, tucked into the lace waistband as his thumb caressed her stomach, while his left hand brushed up and underneath her camisole until it met with the lace covered swell of her breast.
Her breath, which had caught in a hitch the instant his hand had met her trousers, seemed to have been suspended, paused in anticipation of what was imminent. His tongue snaked out to a patch of skin behind her ear, tracing a swirling pattern and suddenly a trembling breath of air was set free whilst, in that instant, his left hand located a budded nipple through the delicate material of her bra, tracing in circles around and around until the sensation was so intense writhed beneath his touch and every ounce of desire in her body seemed to pool between her legs as she tried to press herself into the touch of his other, static hand. Obligingly, but not without a growl in her ear and a sharp tweak of her nipple, he moved lower and cupped her , squeezing gently as his middle finger pulled back between her folds, rubbing with delicious friction against her.
He pressed against her more firmly and she could feel his hardened length against her bottom. Her hands fumbled behind her, trying to touch him, to feel his arousal in her hand. "Don't worry about me Ruth, you come first."
"I will at this rate," she gasped before letting out a guttural moan as he chose that moment to push his finger inside her welcoming warmth. She twisted her head to capture his lips, awkwardly kissing him, her tongue licking his lips as he pushed a second finger inside her. Her hand stretched out in front of her and braced against the nearest tree as her body gave in to temptation, every nerve ending sparking, blood thumping through her until she was lost in a sea of sensation, his breath on her ear, his firm yet delicate touch and the danger of being in the open all conspiring against her until she cried out. He held her firmly, anchoring her in reality as she shuddered and trembled in his arms.
"Oh God," she whispered. "Remind me again why we've not done that before."
"Something about playing by the rules," he purred, in a dangerous tone.
"Hmm, I think I preferred do having that to having principles," she laughed.
"Mmm, good girl gone bad. Very, very bad."
"Do I need punishing?" she asked, hopefully, turning in his embrace.
"Definitely," he replied, capturing her lips and pushing her body to the springy, mossy floor with the weight of his own.
His mouth moved past her jaw and down the curve of her neck until he sucked at her collar bone, not caring if he marked her. The response he was getting told him she wasn't overly concerned either, as she ground up towards him and held his head to her chest. He continued lower, until the barrier of her top obstructed him, and he lifted off her slightly to address the issue of her clothing.
"Punishment 1," he announced. "Revoking the right for you to wear any clothes."
She shrieked with laughter as, with a manoeuvre she'd only ever seen in films, he managed to undo all of her blouse buttons in one go, without ripping a single thread. His hands moved to the bottom of her camisole, and she raised her body so she could rid herself of all the material.
She felt the cool moss tickle her bare back as she sank back to the floor, her eyes watching his every expression as he took in her semi-naked form. His fingertips skimmed lightly over her collar bone and down her chest, her breath hitched as he skimmed the curve of her breast as the passed between the mounds of firm, inviting flesh before wrapping around her and unclasping her bra, delicately lifting it from her and moving his fingers back to caress her. Her stomach quivered and she felt the goosebumps rise on her skin as he inched closer to the waistband of her already undone crops.
He tugged on them sharply, sliding them down her legs and out of the way before returning his attention to her pants. He placed kisses across the silken material, moving steadily lower until he could feel how aroused she was, and had been.
"Punishment number 2," he continued, "is letting me find out what else you taste of besides black cherries and chocolate." She let out a shuddering moan. "And, number 3 - you have to be quiet. We don't want to go attracting any ramblers, Ruth."
He hooked an index finger into the lace edge of her underwear and began to inch them down in a tortuously slow fashion, following the path of material with hot, open mouthed kisses.
He discarded the pants to one side, both free hands smoothing up her bare legs and his mouth teasing her as he placed hot, wet kisses on alternate legs. By the time he was nibbling on the sensitive skin of her inner left thigh, she had firmly clamped her lip between her teeth to stop the moans of encouragement and the directions she wanted to utter from being released. There was no doubt in her mind that it would only lead to further teasing from him.
A finger circled her clitoris making her hips buck in response, she felt his chuckle reverberate against her thigh and, far too caught up in her arousal to play games anymore, she laced her fingers through his hair and nudged him in the direction she wanted him to go.
He laughed again but this time she felt it against her sex, his hot breath washing over even hotter flesh. She gave a frustrated moan as he removed his finger which turned into a lustful sigh as it was replaced by his questing tongue. He alternated light flicks with a circling motion, making her writhe beneath him.
He licked and suckled her wet sex, stiffening his tongue and probing inside her until she was incoherent and moving about so much he had to place a firm hand across her hip to still her.
"Harry..." she whispered, "I want you...please."
He stopped and looked at her. There was an overwhelming amount of love and tenderness in her eyes as she held his gaze and beckoned him to her. Without another word, he stood and removed his shirt before reaching down to unbuckle his belt. He was aware of her watching him as he pushed his trousers and boxer shorts down and off in one move.
She raised her arms to him in an open invitation, smiling as he captured her right hand with his left before settling himself over her. He ran his hardened length against her teasing them both until she pushed her hips forward and pulled him against her. His mouth covered hers as he slid the full length of his erection inside her, stifling the loud, long moan she couldn't help but make at the feeling of finally having him inside her. Completing her.
He withdrew completely before burying himself in her again, and the sensation of it had her clawing at his shoulders and rising to meet him as he began to find a rhythm. Her head lolled in the long grass and dew-dropped fern, the movement of their bodies disturbing fresh earth, the scent of it reminding them starkly that they were outdoors and out of bounds in every sense. His lips and teeth grazed the long sweep of exposed neck provided by her tilted head and she managed to stem the moan of delight into a quiet whimper of approval, raising her head and silently asking that he found her mouth instead. His lips locked fleetingly against hers, the rocking of their bodies now so forceful and filled with intent that their snatched breathing and stifled cries drew their mouths apart again.
He could feel her, the tightening grip of her around him, the way the hold of her legs about his body had increased and her nails dug into his back as she tried to pull him in closer still and push herself over the edge. He thrust deeper, harder, angling himself to drive her wild before he was spent, and was rewarded with the rhythmic clench of her walls pulling him to oblivion, and the firm, determined feel of her lips against his as he silenced her cries.
He thrust inside her once, twice more and then she was stifling his cries, holding him tight in her arms as he spilled inside her. Their kisses slowed as their tremors and shudders of pleasure abated, leaving them sated and blissful. He kissed her a final time before slipping out of her and rolling them both onto their side. His hand reached out to brush some foliage from her hair as he spoke. "I'm sorry."
She caught his hand and brought it to her mouth, kissing his knuckles tenderly. "Sorry? For what?"
"For not being able to control myself better," he admitted with a saddened smile. "I wanted it to be perfect and romantic..."
She kissed him softly. "It was you and me Harry; it can't get more perfect than that in my opinion."
"I love you," he murmured, in between kisses.
"I love you too, but I think we'd better get dressed because it would just be my luck for a group of ramblers to come tramping through the woods, catching us and ruining the moment!"
He laughed and nodded his agreement, reluctantly parting from her and reaching for the pile of clothing in a heap on the floor.
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