Chapter 11

NOTE this chapter is rated M.

This is my first attempt of a scene of this nature and I am rather nervous to share. I would really appreciate feedback.

Margaret had absolutely no idea what she was hoping to achieve. One moment she was getting ready for bed and the next moment she had grabbed a candle, left her room dressed only in a white cotton nightgown and was headed for Mr Thornton's room. Her head was spinning from their encounter earlier that evening and she couldn't think straight. One moment she was scolding Mr Thornton about his words about her daughter, the next he had declared his love and they were engaged in a passionate kiss, followed by her fleeing the scene. The only thing that she knew was that everything needed to be resolved tonight.

Margaret reached his room and knocked lightly on the door.

John answered the door dressed in a loose night shirt which revealed a portion of his bare chest and a loose fitted pair of pants.

"What do you want?" he said in a low quiet voice, one arm on the door knob the other resting at the top of the door frame. His words were short in nature, but there was no hiding the look in his eyes which were positively smouldering with desire. A smug look emerged onto his face as he looked upon her, smug that she had sought him out in the night.

Margaret was suddenly hit by the impropriety of the situation, she was trying to appear serious in her demeanour however her eyes gave her away. She found herself lost, gazing back into those enchanting eyes of his.

"What are we to do about all this?". They were the first words that came out of her mouth and she mentally cursed herself for her inarticulate manner.

John just stared at her with immense desire and passion, unashamedly observing her form in the revealing nightgown in the candlelight.

"What would you like to do?" he responded, raising an eyebrow, still with a smug look on his face, his eyes still unapologetically admiring Margaret.

Margaret's eyes fell to the ground for a brief moment before she found herself slowly looking back up at him with a mirrored expression of desire in her eyes.

That was all the indication that John needed. He grabbed Margaret by the waist with one arm and in one fluid motion had her in his room. His other hand quickly grabbed the candle out of her hands and put it on the table that was beside the door.

Before Margaret knew what was happening the door was closed and they were passionately kissing. Frenzied hands were everywhere, hungrily running up and down each other's bodies. Without taking breath the moved to the bed. Margaret was the first to hit the mattress with a thud and John following on top of her. She could immediately feel the evidence of his arousal against her.

They took a moment to look into each other's eyes before they continued. Margaret's hands somehow ended up under Johns shirt, running her fingernails down his bare back, not gently yet not quite hard enough to scratch. This thrilled John as he swiftly found himself nibbling Margaret's ear, then kissing her neck and collarbone, making his way down to her breasts. Margaret let out a moan of pleasure in response. His hands rubbed against her full breasts and he proceeded to kiss her down her cleavage. By now Margaret's hands were running through John's hair, driving him wild.

Completely carried away, Margaret took it upon herself to take John's shirt off. She grabbed it by the bottom hem and pulled it over his head. She was now unashamedly admiring his form. While he was by no means a young man anymore his form was certainly still strong and defined.

The next thing Margaret knew, John's hands had found their way under her night gown. He was kissing her passionately, but was also running his hands up and down the curves of her upper body and then onto her backside and thighs. His hands rubbed up and down her thighs firmly, causing her whole body to tingle with excitement. He then brought his hands up to her core. He smiled as he could feel she was already slick. His thumb circled her clit while he slowly inserted one finger inside her, and then another. She clenched around him, relishing the feeling of his touch as the tip of his fingers managed to caress a sensitive area deep within. She moaned out loud which only caused John to increase his ministrations of that area.

In a sudden change of direction, John grabbed the hem of Margaret's nightgown and pulled it up over her head. Margaret's eyes couldn't help but be drawn to the significant bulge that was showing in Johns pants. Maintaining complete eye contact with him, she reached for his waistband and pulled then down, exposing him entirely and allowing him to completely free himself of his clothing.

John unable to restrain himself lunged on top of her like a hungry beast. They kissed passionately and she opened her legs for him, allowing him to plunge himself deep within her. She gasped at the feeling of his width and length inside her. She was slick and he had entered with complete ease. Indeed she was no maiden, but it had been a long time and it took a moment for her to adjust. He started with strong but slow thrusts. She found herself moaning at the feeling of his member hitting that sensitive area deep within. They were hot and sweaty by now, their naked flesh rubbing organically, devouring each other a little more with every kiss.

His thrusts increased in pace and strength. By now they were both grunting, groaning, unashamedly wanting more. Hands everywhere. She could feel the world spinning around her as she was loosing control of her senses. The pleasure was almost unbearable. Then with one, two, three more thrusts as hard as she could take, they both climaxed letting out a scream of pleasure.

Suddenly Margaret opened her eyes in a startled fashion. She was hot, sweaty, gasping for air. She was lying in her bed, alone. Not quite sure whether she had just screamed out loud. "It was a dream" she said to herself out loud as she lay in the middle of the bed still reeling from her experience (even if it had only occurred in her mind).