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They walked a hallway, and he took a key out of his pocket to open the door. They had barely spoken yet. So many things to say at once, not knowing where to start. She entered the room and hey eyes surveyed it: a bed, a desk and a chair, a small couch by the firework. She left her manor in London for this very small and simple lifestyle now. Tears started to rush to her eyes, probably with the tiredness of the travel. She felt his strong arms wrapping her from behind, holding her close to his body. She missed him, much more than she thought. She turned her head around and he caught her lips. The lightness of the kiss rapidly deepened and she turned around to face him. She had to lift her head, she forgot how much taller he was than her. His hands were still holding her very close, like he was afraid to let her go. He was the one who broke the kiss, to stare deeply in her eyes. One of his hands cupped her chin and he rested his forehead against hers.
"I missed you so much, Lily."
She grabbed each side of his face and smiled. Since her father used to called her Charlie, Tavington wanted his own nickname for her, hence Lily.
She didn't even have to replied, he saw in her eyes that she missed him too. He tightened his grip on her back and kissed her again. Passionately. Like he dreamed so many time since they were apart. She returned the kiss with equal fervor. He trailed his kisses onto her neck, while trying to restrain his desire to tear her dress down. She run her hands down his strong arms and she felt lightheaded from his kisses. He spun her around, to undo the back of her dress. The bodice soon felt to the floor and the skirt followed. She was standing in her stay and shift, but she felt naked. She slowly turned around, while he looked at her, his eyes clouded with desire. He also felt desire restrained in his breeches. He took of the belts holding his sword and pistols and put it down on the desk.
She came closer to him and slowly slid his coat of his shoulders from behind. She kissed between his shoulder blades, and felt him shiver. He turned around and kissed her again; his tongue sliding in her mouth, finding hers when she moaned. He caressed her body through the fabric she still wore; the thinness of her waist, the curves of her hips, the roundness of her buttocks, while she stumbled with the buttons of his vest. Soon, the vest slid to the floor as well as his shirt. She stopped for a second to look at him. His broad chest bear scars he didn't have before. She run her fingers on a heal scar on his breast then kissed it lightly. She walked around him and did the same to all the bruises, scars, bullet wounds she saw. She was discovering a new body; thinner, more muscular than before. He always had an athletic figure, but two years of fighting changed him a lot more than she thought. Back in front of him, he lifted her; sliding his hand under her buttocks; she locked her legs behind his back. She could feel his desire for her and she wanted him as much.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and she placed her stand up in front of him, between his legs. He spun her around again to break her free of her stay, and slid the shift to the floor. There she stood, naked in front of him. She undid her bun so her hair felt down to her waist. He took a second to look at his wife. Even more beautiful than he remembered. Her fair complexion and her soft skin were intoxicating. She faced him and kissed him once again. His hand cupped her left breast and she sighted. His mouth kissed his way down to her right breast; his tongue traced the outline of her nipple slowly, and then sucked it in his mouth. She moaned, arching her back toward him. She ran her hands into his hair, undoing his neatly made queue. His hand moved down from her breast to in between her legs, as she parted them. He grinned as he found she desired him as much. His finger ran slowly in the slit, massaging her as she moaned some more.
He laid her on her back; her buttocks near the edge of the bed, as he got down to his knees. She knew what was coming when she saw his head between her tights. He held firmly her hips and started to kiss her clit, licking fast, then slow. He enjoyed the taste of her, but mostly how she wriggled on his touch. He slid a finger, then two, playing with her, teasing her before picking a more vigorous pace. She felt so tight against his fingers. He could hear her panting; she was close. He resumed his kisses and turned his fingers upward, against her sweet spot. She left out a loud groan, her back arched, and he could feel her pulsing around his fingers, her small hands holding on to the sheets of the bed.
He could not hold it anymore. He stood up to take his pants off as she repositioned herself on the bed, her head on the pillow. She looked at him, his erect member ready for her. She always thought he was a handsome man, but with his hair unruly, she could have done anything for him. He climbed on the bed on top of her, positioned himself between her legs. He kissed her breasts once again and slightly bit her nipple. He lifted his head to gage her reaction, and was surprise by her hand gripping firmly his hair. Their tongues craved each other vividly. He slid his forearm under her shoulder and entered her in one deep stroke. She gasped while she had to adjust herself to his length inside her, feeling his member stretching her. He looked at her, worries in his eyes, but she locked her legs behind his back, signal for him to go on. He place his other hand on her hip and started to thrust, slow at first but his pace climbed quickly. She run her hand on his muscular back, while was moving her pelvis to meet his thrusts. Both panting, they looked each other in the eyes for a second. He then shifted her legs higher and slid a finger on her clit, still pounding. His rhythm was getting faster and he felt she was on the edge of orgasm once again. Her cheeks were flushed, her parted lips let more and more sounds escape until he heard her cried his name again and again. With one last thrust, he buried his face in her neck and groan loudly while spilling his seed deep within.
He crashed all his weight on her, and pinning her underneath. They remained still for a few moments, the time their breathing resume to normal. He pulled out of her and fetched for the blanket on the foot of the bed. He laid on his back; she curled on his chest while he run his fingers through her hair. He waited to hear her steady breathing as she felt asleep to close his eyes.