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Continuing after kitchen encounter...

She was fuming.

She did not know who she was more angry with - herself or him. She wished he had tried to touch her so she would have a reason to punch him and blow out all her anger for exposing her feelings. But no, no, no, everything he was doing was just annoying her more, he was incorrigible.

In her anger she didn't even notice that she had arrived at her room, where she angrily closed the door and threw herself desperately on the bed. What had happened to her?

First she tried to calm herself with prayer and banish the thoughts of their encounter. Then with another prayer and again, until she admitted defeat and decided to go to sleep. Surely tomorrow she would feel much better and try to figure out what was going on with her. She would definitely avoid that scoundrel as much as possible. All the while, hoping to have a peaceful and blissful dream, she was glad it at least the encounter had ended like that. In her lulled state she was even more embarrassed at herself, still angry and furious she huffed, remembering her traitorous hand.

But in her restless dream, while she had stopped before touching him in reality, it continued in sleep, mixing what she read earlier about the lady and pirate.

"She was enchanted with him. Her stomach was in knots while she felt a strong force pulling her slowly, very slowly to him. Leaving her time to retreat if she wished. But her body didn't want to. It seemed it ruled over her mind and will.

She was burning inside, trembling for something, but she didn't know for what. She was powerless and could only observe how her right hand raised and in tempting slowness reach for him. She was frantically looking at her hand and to his eyes, looking for disapproval. No, it was even worse, his eyes were coloured by lust and were pulling her.

To him.

With a shaking hand she touched his shoulder and heard his long exhale. As if he was relieved after waiting for her to make the first move.

His shoulder was warm and inviting, so she boldly continued, while watching her hand in wonder as it greedily continued its journey. Her fingers were burning with electricity as they followed the path from his neck then his jaw and then scar which always intrigued her. He slightly moved his head and captured her fingertip with his mouth and kissed it in the most sensual way, pleased with her caress.

They were so close that they inhaled the same air, everything between them was heated. Her hand continues its own journey to his disheveled hair. He looked so tempting, so devilishly handsome with messy hair so she removed the stubborn curl from his forehead and she ran her fingers through his soft hair, massaging his scalp.

They stood in silence and waited. But a long time ago, they crossed boundaries where someone gave more or less. They were equals. When he took her left hand, entwined their fingers and slowly pulled it to his mouth and kissed them with care and tenderness, she melted. Then he brought her hand to his heart, no more words were needed between them, everything had been said a long time ago.

He took her left hand and slowly pulled her to him in a warm embrace whispering something, giving her light kisses all over her face so tenderly. Her brain had stopped working a long time ago. And finally he brought his lips near hers and again waited for her move, asking for her permission.

Never patient, she bravely kissed him in a clumsy way, showing her inexperience but was immediately swamped with firm and tender kisses to relax her and then continued with a breathlessly long, demanding clash. Everything was bliss and a blur.

His hands explored all over her nightgown, his body was pressing against hers, feeling his aroused manhood, while her hands touched the soft hairs on his chest. Everything he was doing to her set her on fire, she was lost and her thighs ache for him. But when he tentatively touched her bottom lip with his tongue, tried to get in and she parted her lips, she knew she belonged to him. Soon, tongues entwined fighting for dominance. Conquer and defeat, that was not important any more, only the two of them.

Her nightgown was discarded, she was only in a bra and panties, he lifted her on the kitchen sink and kissed her everywhere while his hands squeezed and fondled her breasts. Her hands touched him everywhere - on his chest, grabbing hairs and caressing them, shyly following the direction of his hair under his stomach. She was fascinated and intrigued with his manhood, proudly erect and inviting her to touch him, but she was too shy. So her trembling fingers only roamed and hovered around his stomach and waistband.

She realized her bra had been discarded when she felt his fingers squeeze and fondle her breasts and then his open mouthed kisses and greedily sucking and pinching her nipples was a sweet torture.

Again. Again. Again.

She was on the edge of delirium and thought she couldn't be more wet and aroused. She needed him badly. She didn't know how, she only knew she needed him immediately or she would explode. But when he trailed kisses on her stomach, then to her thighs, she knew where she wanted him. While she was trembling under him and waiting in anticipation he took his time and kissed her womanhood thoroughly, then licked her center while murmuring softly with adoration. She lifted her hips to him where he caressed her, slowly and agonizing. She was impossibly wet and ready for him.

Then he straightened up and pulled her hand up to his undergarments and waited for her. Always curious, but this time bold with desire she took him in her hand. At first tentatively then led with desire along his length and shaft, while he tried to calm himself. She was in awe of how his manhood was at the same time both hard and soft, so erect and full in her hand. It seemed she couldn't stop herself from touching him.

Over and over squeezing, caressing and stroking him like she was infatuated, while he was heavily breathing and trembling in front of her.

Everything was too overwhelming for her. Aroused beyond measure, she pulled him to her opening. Led only by her instinct and in own rhythm she massaged and fondled. It was heaven and she couldn't stop herself anymore and wanted more of him. Immediately. Then, pulled by desire, took him all in one move and felt a stab on her maidenhead."

She awoke with long gasp, as if she had just swum to the surface from the bottom of the sea, fighting for her last breath. Heavily panting, still in dazed, she tried to calm herself. When her shaking stopped she felt a knot in her stomach, aroused, drenched, sweaty and above all guilty.

She felt a deep, deep stab of shame in her chest.

Oh God, what had she done.

She was so angry with herself. She had one mission and had failed spectacularly. All the Sisters in the Abby ware sceptical about her vocation, obviously with a reason, but the Reverend Mother had faith in her. A faith but she had failed.

In Maria style.

Deeply shaken to the core, she tried to soothe herself with prayer. But to no avail. A shower helped her to wash away the physical evidence of excitement, but her soul was troubled. She came to be governess to the children and prepare them for a new mother and definitely not crave and lust for their father like a lunatic.

She remembered her previous joking about him, about seeing him as the last challenging frontier before taking vows and suddenly it was not funny anymore. How could she proceed with her vocation after that dream?

No, it had to stop.

It was a transient hunger and it would pass. She was just a woman in her prime and she had never been in a similar situation before, she was just distracted. Her confused cravings will stop. She resolved to keep her distance from him as much as possible and completely shut him down. After all she had a mission and was determined to accomplish that.

Tomorrow would be just another day, she tried to soothe herself, but she didn't dare to sleep any more.

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