Chapter 14

The sound of the rain on the roof woke her up. The darkness had enveloped the bedroom.

How long had she slept?

She looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table next to her, and noted that it was just the end of the afternoon. She turned around and recognized through the windowpane, a grey and dark sky of summer's storm. The rumble of thunder was approaching, ready to shake the sky and the earth.

As a reaction, she slipped a little bit more under the sheets and felt then a strange sensation: that of her naked body against the fabric that wrapped her. She lifted up the sheet and had to agree that she was obviously naked in an unknown bed, inside a bedroom that she did not recognize! She sat up straight abruptly, blushing, instinctively pulling on the sheet to cover her stripped breast. She looked around for a familiar figure among those that were silhouetting around her in the dark. She was alone…

Little by little, furtive images came back to her mind:

Those of Terry carrying her across the house, walking through the living room and stumbling against the furniture that blocked his path… His powerful hands gripping her, the intoxicating kisses they were exchanging…

She brought her hand to her mouth and brushed her lips with her fingers pad.

Then the painful mounting of the staircase that had needed several pauses and kept the ardor of their impulses, the face of the wall behind her supporting them, until they reached the bedroom and their two bodies fell down on the bed that grated of surprise under the impact.

On the ground, their clothes littering all around, expressed the haste with which they had been taken off.

Everything was still blurred in her mind…

She left the bed and walked to the bathroom, stopped in the doorway in search of the electrical switch. Her fingers met the porcelain smooth and cold surface, and she turned the switch on. A yellow light with a little crackling came out from a tulip-shaped wall lamp above the sink, projecting a low halo on the ceramic bowl. She saw herself in the mirror and quivered before what it reflected to her: the moved face of the one who's just discovered love…

Blushing, she turned around, in search of something that would hide her nudity and found a bathrobe hanging at a coat peg behind the door. She wore it then returned to the bedroom. Her gaze wandered in the room vacantly. There was an atmosphere of fever of which they had been both the prey and that didn't seem to be appeased. She had the feeling that if she touched the least object, sparks would spring out and would set her alight. On the bed, the rumpled sheets had kept the print of their bodies and she quivered with emotion before the tell they were giving her:

Him above her, lips half-opened and slit eyes watching her, partly dissimulated by his brown locks falling on his beautiful face… The softness of his hands… His hands embracing her thighs as he was swooped down towards her and taking her lips with an ardent kiss. Then, straightening up, the skill with which he had grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it up along her body until getting it past over her head.

It looked like he had done this a dozen times.

She shook her head as she thought about it. She didn't want to know…

She leaned against the wall and closed her eyes… Images were following each other in her mind at a crazy pace, vivid and real. She sighed deeply and let herself getting carried by the wave…

First of all Terry, his eyebrow arching interrogatively as he discovered her silk slip of which buttons lined down until the crotch. Disconcerted, he looked at her with a hesitant gesture, searching her approbation in her gaze. No word could get out from his mouth. Oddly, he was feeling very nervous, certainly much more than her who was looking at him with curiosity. He hoped it was not too obvious. If she guessed the state into which she was making him, she would stop looking at him that way with this disarming trust and innocence that were making him lose his composure. He was feeling like being in the paralyzing situation of that one about to perform and who realizes that he does not know his text. He noisily swallowed and trembled at the thought that she could have heard him. He did not want to frighten her in no wise. What they were living was so beautiful, so pure for them both, but also so new for her that he did not want ruin everything with his clumsiness. Against all odds, she sat up straight and held her arm out towards him, grabbed him by the collar of his half-opened shirt to draw him to her. Her fine fingers searched for his neck, and buried into his hair. This time he ceased resisting...

Lying on her, his hands around her pretty face, he began to kiss her. She loved the taste of his lips, both wet and hot when they crashed on hers, the way he had to capture them between his teeth, to slowly nibble them, to play with them. She answered so well to his kisses that he had to make a pause to recover his control and rolled on the side, breathless. The ceiling was spinning around above his head and he needed some minutes to calm down. When he finally looked up at her, he could read misunderstanding on her face. With a pouting mouth, she was looking at him, without saying anything. He chuckled and heaved himself on his elbow, caressing with his index finger her cheek then her mouth that grinned of disappointment.

Don't worry, it's only beginning… - he whispered to her ear with a hoarse voice as with his free hand, he started again the unbuttoning of the slip. In passing, he brushed the line of her breast that he guessed pricking up under the silky cloth and a loaded with electricity thrill shook him, exciting his curiosity. Candy's breath became faster and trembling as he activated on his work. He felt observed and did not dare to look up, cursing inwardly against the deviousness of that one who had imagined a cloth of which only aim was to charm men then ridicule them by making harder the access to it. Reaching finally the last button, he pushed away the straps on each side of her rounded shoulders then pulled on the slip, making it slide downwards to ease his task. She was now naked in front of him and a shiver of amazement ran through him. Modestly, he took the blanket at the bottom of the bed and covered them both with it. He felt her shivering and he began to warm her up with his hands.

It was not with cold she was trembling but with the emotion that was clasping her, because what she was discovering impressed her so much that none rational thought was able now to impose itself in her mind. This body so big, so strong standing above her, this body about which she had so often secretly thought was now accessible, just for her, and she made her hands run on his chest of which moist warmth through his shirt shook all her senses. She took then a tail of it and pulled on it, opening it with a quick motion, which made him thrill of astonishment. Excited by her boldness, he sketched a smile of encouragement as with a shoulder movement, he freed himself from the shirt that came and grounded on his waist. Candy's eyes opened wide with admiration. She had suspected he was magnificently shaped but what she discovered did not disappoint her in any way: a large torso with athletic and finely muscled shoulders, long and powerful arms of which she ardently wanted to be the eternal captive. She devoured him! He was breathtaking beautiful!... She was able now to touch him, caress him, feel his heart beating in his chest, find the warmth of his skin under her fingers pad and think that she was not dreaming, that she was living the most beautiful and intense moment of her life. She wanted him with all her might, him and his body, and felt hers getting inflamed when he came back to her to kiss her with fervor. Oddly, she was feeling much more comfortable when he was against her than when they looked at each other. She close her eyes, lascivious, letting him kissing her skin, brush her throat, her shoulders while her hands, feverish, becoming bolder, unbuttoned his pants. She felt him getting thrilled when the cloth tilted on his thighs and was not surprised at the crash that their shoes did as they fell on the floor, propelled without any moderation. An impish smile appeared on the young aristocrat's lips that she sent back to him with a tender complicity…

Kneeling on the bed in front of her, he bowed towards her and tried a movement to her slightly folded legs then stopped, blocked in his impulse, hesitating. He was more overwhelmed than he thought possible. Guessing his trouble, she spread her legs, willingly giving way to him, and he cautiously slipped between her thighs. She wrapped him with her arms and gladly welcomed this body that weighed down against hers, plunged her fingers in his hair, and drew him harder against her. She liked the contact of her skin against his, to feel the strength that emanated from him. Terry's mouth pressed again on hers with a soft violence, impudent and conquering, his tongue forcing its way, winding around hers in a sensual and exciting dance. She sighed in his mouth, panting, languid, while with a hand nestled against her face, he went with the other one to explore her body. He covered every inch of it, her back, her waist, her hips, her thighs to afterwards go back up towards this tempting breast, round and firm, that he had a glimpse of earlier. He left then her mouth to deviate towards the jutting out nipple. His lips greedily closed on it with a grunt. She grabbed onto the sheet with a hiccup of surprise, discovering the intense pleasure it gave her: a quick shivering followed by a burning fire, a delightfully exciting pain that crossed her from end to end. Terry's tongue, fresh and wet, described circles on the raising top, lapping and nibbling it, making her brace until a shout escaped from her throat, a shout that surprised for not recognizing her voice of which tone becoming husky betrayed the flood of emotions and feelings that his caresses gave her. She opened grateful eyes and met Terry's who was watching her with amazement.

Terry!...

Once again, she felt the crazy need to embrace him, touch him, feel his face against hers, and melt their halting breaths. He kissed her by strokes, sucked at her, nibbling her, sharpening all her senses to their paroxysm. Her hips began to sway at the pace of his mouth's caresses. She was getting out of her depth, panting, sighing, taken in this vortex of sensations that overcame her! It was an overwhelming pleasure, violent and powerful, that prevented her from thinking except for him and his touch. She had the opportunity to read this kind of books that are read in secret, and that are supposed to describe and reveal to innocents like her the meaning of the pleasure of love, but what she was feeling was beyond everything her imagination could have conceived. She was understanding the reasons why there were so many things written about it!...

She didn't want it to stop and languidly sank into the bed when Terry's fingers became more adventurous and slowly slipped until the notch of her thighs… She let out a languorous whistle to the contact of this hand that was torturing her. Her body twisted, tensed. She wanted him with all her being and did not hide anymore her impatience. He understood then that she was ready and looked at her.

- Do you trust me? – he seemed to tell her.

She nodded with a blinking of the eyelids… With a subtle movement of hip, he carefully entered in her. Her green irises opened wide at the time, but fortunately, the slight pinch she felt, like a fleeting burning, quickly vanished under the voluptuous grip that took possession of her. He looked at her worryingly, watching any sign of dissatisfaction or pain, a frown or a grin that would tell him to stop. He feared so much to make her suffer, to be clumsy and to disappoint her that he stared at her carefully, strangled with anguish. As an answer, he heard the soft murmur of a long sigh of contentment that she let out, biting her lower lips. She realized, troubled, that all her being answered with voracity to this strange but delightful sensation that created new sounds in her, a languid and moaning music that accompanied the gentle back and forth that rocked their bodies. Reassured, he began to caress her face of which palm she kissed, to brush her throat that bent to the contact of his fingers, and when he felt her arching her back towards him, ever more demanding, he increased his hug with a husky growl.

Candy's pupils began to dilate. She was feeling little by little this something growing in her since earlier and getting more powerful at the pace of Terry's movements. Hiccupping, her belly on fire, she covered her lover with her arms, for in the following slip her hands on his flanks, his buttocks to which she hung on to savor him in her and enjoy it without any modesty. In return, he loudly breathed out in her mouth as he went a little deeper in her, making her expel little screams of pleasure. She was unable to describe what she was feeling. It was like a molten lava that spilled in all her being, a bright light that exploded in her cranium, that were leaving her speechless, moaning, sighing, under the effect of these very delicate sensations that were taking the control of her members and mind. Everything was just a swirl of senses into which she was delightfully sinking. She looked at him. He was above her, his arms leaning on each side of her waist, his moist lips half-open, breathing frantically, the troubled gaze of that one who is getting lost at his turn. He was trembling. By modesty, he averted his gaze and ran to dig his head in the hollow of her neck with a groan. How she loved this both low and exciting sound coming out from his mouth, how she loved to hear their moaning reeking in unison and losing themselves in the high notes as pleasure carried them towards climax! She a little more held tight her thighs around him, adjusting her pelvis to his own movements, which, before her enthusiasm, adopted a more sustained pace. He was not sparing her anymore!... Furrowing her brow, dazzled with pleasure, she brought a fist to her mouth to muffle this insidious scream that wanted to release the voluptuous tension that writhed her. But it wasn't time yet. They refused it, too enchanted they were by this confusion of senses that was guiding them to the supreme heaven.

He was slowing his ardors with fits and starts, on the lookout for her reactions, the depth of her sighs, the languor of her gestures that she sketched towards him with moans. And when the intensity of her voice regained strength, he forced the pace, so well that he also felt that he was about to tilt in this gentle madness that was making him lose all control over his body, possessed by an intoxicating rage of which power stupefied him!

Completely out of resistance, he came back as a last assault into the conquest of her mouth to torment it once again with his tongue, winding and unwinding to it at the pace of the movements of their lower backs. His hand big and fine contracted on her cheek, on her jaw, on her throat, striping them with the burning bite of contentment that was consuming them both. Watching her least shudder that would announce the ultimate climax, he perceived a sob of pleasure knotting in her throat and stopped. She quivered under his fingers, babbling incomprehensible words like petitions, her head rocking wild. It was obviously time for her to have a taste of liberation…

He arched his back in a last impulse, so furious and impetuous that she bowed under the push with a scream of enjoyment, which died in echo during lengthily seconds, leaving her doleful and moaning, as her body molded against his, heaved of voluptuous spams. He wasn't long in his turn to join her with a raucous and languorous scream against her open lips that he seized full on the mouth…

Breathless, exhausted of pleasure and tenderness, they looked at each other for long minutes, quivering, their numbed bodies recovering from the crazy tension that had embraced them. She lifted a feverish hand towards him, moved a lock of hair away that was plastered down on his sweating handsome face, and tenderly caressed his cheek. His stormy days gaze met hers and she read in it all the love and distress that inhabited him. This dark and bright side that had made him what he was, this gloomy and mysterious young man who was revealing her the fragile being he was when holding her in his arms. He loved her…

She quivered of emotion at this thought and ran, overwhelmed, to nestle her head against his chest. A tear of joy rolled on her cheek then along her throat. He moved backward then lifted up her chin and with his thumb, wiped a tear that was wetting her pretty face.

- I love you… - she murmured – Never doubt that. I love you!... I love you!...

She felt him shivering, his jaw contracting. His gaze became blurred, overwhelmed. She caressed him as if she would have done with a little child. She loved him so much! She smiled at him. He sighed and came closer, his long brown locks stroking her lips on which he laid a tender kiss. She looked at him with adoration.

His turquoise gaze wore then new shades, those she had perceived earlier. She felt in her that he was recovering his strength and she closed her eyes, inwardly glad when he leaned again towards her. Their lips brushed each other, for after a moment of hesitation, sealing violently. She moaned in his mouth as their tongues began again their sensual ballet, winding and unwinding, exciting each of his nerve tips, recovering abruptly all their liveliness. Slowly, she felt him moving in her and she let herself getting rocked, enjoying with delight this revival of sensations that were leading her to a new transport…

Candy straightened up, with burning cheeks and short-winded. She returned to the bathroom, opened the cold-water tap and sprayed her face with it. She glanced at the mirror. Physically, she had not changed. Only the sparkle in her eyes that brightened of thousands lights showed her inner change. She was happy, wonderfully happy and also… uncombed! She ran her hand in her hair to put it in order, readjusted her bathrobe and came back to the bedroom.

Where was Terry?...

The melodious sound of a music from the living room brought her the answer. It was a piece of piano music that Terry liked playing when he was in Saint Paul Academy. Mozart… She smiled at this souvenir and she moved to the stairs, her trembling hand slipping on the banister, her heart racing in her chest…

Terry's figure enlightened by the glow of a lamp near the piano, was discreetly standing in the darkness of the room. Despite the two French-windows behind him, the daylight was having difficulty to get through the huge dark clouds that had accumulated in the sky. The rain was riddling the windows with big sticky drops that heavily slipped on the windowpanes, increasing the ghostly aspect of the landscape outside. A lightning streaked suddenly the blackness and the thunder rumbled, very close. Though used to thunders, Candy thrilled to the deep rolls' sound, so close, and she speeded up. The young man looked up as he saw her and stopped in his impulse.

- Excuse-me, I woke you up… - he said with a gentle voice.

The young woman shook her head negatively.

- I was already awake, don't worr…

She interrupted herself, dumbfounded by the delightful sight that was meeting her green pupils. Dressed with a pajama pants that harmoniously underlined his bare and muscled chest on his fine hips, he was peering innocently at her, pretending to ignore her trouble.

Gosh, he was so handsome!... Obviously, she would never get used to such perfection…

He knowingly smiled at her as he looked at her up and down. A little dimple hollowed his cheek out, making him even more irresistible. She blushed, and for hiding her embarrassment, quickly sat next to him on the bench, tightening her bathrobe around her. She could feel his searching gaze on her but she preferred this to direct confrontation, especially after what they had… She did not want him to read on her face all the suggestive thoughts that were crossing her mind and she quivered nervously as she buried down her head into her shoulders.

He took then her hands and delicately put them on the piano keys.

- It is high time for us to start back with this lesson we had begun in Scotland. Do you remember?...

She opined, nodding repeatedly. She remembered every minute of this precious moment that she had lived with him, their laughs and their squabbling that spread in echo in the music room of the Grandchester's manor, and this annoying impromptu he had composed for her and of which notes he had let out, humming them with a mocking look. She remembered the way he had looked at her, so different from any other times, and she had understood that something amazing was happening between them, something indescribable but so wonderful that she had felt relieved from a weight that had been after her for a never-ending time, and she had realized that she had fallen in love with him… Ten years had elapsed since then, but the emotion she had felt that day had not changed, as vivid and intense than that one she was feeling next to him.

Terry's long and fine hands covered hers. Their calming warmth comforted her. She was feeling so awkward and so stupid, him who could do everything and had all the talents until giving her the impression that she could play. Like any respectable teacher, he guided her hands, which slipped with a ballerina's suppleness on the yellowed by time ivory keys. To hell with bum notes! Her hands were joyfully spinning, hopping like a couple of wrens on a branch, whistling a singular but cheering melody. She began to chuckle then to laugh gladly, relieved of this nervous tension that had invaded her as soon as she had joined him. With an amused air, he looked at her from the corner of his eye, glad of such enthusiasm. He thought she was adorable and felt the crazy need to kiss her, to embrace her, to…

Suddenly, a lightning loudly tore the sky making appear, in a violent light, the world around them, and then, just as quickly, the room fell again in the darkness with, floating in the air, the slight echo of the piano wires vibrations. Winkling, Candy discovered with surprise that she had grasped Terry's biceps, holding it tight between her thin arms. Embarrassed, she removed her grasp, looking sheepishly at him. She could only see the diffuse features of his face, the lamp that enlightened them having not resisted to the electric shock. But she could feel that he was looking at her with such intensity that she felt once again invaded by this painful embarrassment that increased as his breath became closer. Having disappeared the excitation of their embraces, she was reluctantly bringing back this perfidious distance that had settled between them since the beginning.

If only he made the first move, she thought.

Another lightning pierced the darkness and she picked up just for a second, his dark gaze on her that made her pulse rush. What was then the mysterious power he had over her, able to destabilize her with a blink of the eyes while her whole life showed her capacity to face everything? Inwardly, she knew the answer, since that day in Saint Paul in which she had given her heart to him and free access to her soul, while he only let escape few scraps in the rare moments when he furtively lowered his guard.

Like just now in the bedroom…

This latter's mocking tone abruptly withdrew her from her thoughts and confirmed the arduous struggle that was waiting for her before he fully opened up to her.

- It seems that you are afraid of storms, Lady freckles! – He giggled – This is surprising for a country girl!...

- You should know that I'm not afraid of storms! I've just been surprised, that's all! – She retorted, a trifle annoyed as she pushed him away – And stop calling me that way! I would hope that you would lose this ridiculous habit!

The rustle of her bathrobe indicated that she had crossed her arms to sulk and he giggled even more, which increased her irritation. As she was persisting in her silence, he turned to her and with a wheedling tone, searching her cheek with his index finger, then going down along her neck, he asked:

- You're upset?

She shrugged with a sigh of weariness.

- You know that I'm unable to really be mad at you…

- That's reassuring… - he giggled, bringing with relief a hand to his heart – I wished you would not mind for such… insignificant observation…

- Laughing at my freckles is far from being insignificant for me! Let me remind you that this nickname is following me since our very first meeting!

He took her hand and brought it to his lips, squeezing it strongly between his fingers.

- Well… I really behaved like an idiot that night, but like an idiot who only had found this subterfuge to dissimulate the emotion that had taken him when he saw you… By the way… - he added, leaving her hand and groping around her face to get it closer to his own – It's your freckles-scattered pretty nose that conquered me definitely…

On these words, he kissed tenderly the said lovely nose. He felt her weakening, the stiffness of her members softly decreasing, and a knowing smile stretched out her pretty mouth that murmured to him:

- You are a charmer, mister Grandchester. Too charming to be wholesome…

- It's a bit too late to blame me for that, Freckles… - he said with a voice becoming low. She paused for a moment, curious, but when he ran his fingers around her neck to draw her to him, she did not have any doubt about his intentions. He kissed her again, on the mouth this time, languorously. She tilted backward of surprise, flapping the air with her arms in search of balance but quickly relaxed when his lips entered in contact with hers, that suddenly left, sliding to her ear lobe then along her throat… A powerful sensation that was not unknown to her anymore took possession of her, increasing her heartbeats.

- Terry… - she moaned as he was uncovering her shoulder to follow the path of his kisses. His hand sneaked inside her bathrobe, then went down along her ribs to meet downward the belt that encircled her waist. He pulled over it and the succinct knot that maintained it, fell down in its turn on the bench with a fabric rustling, leaving her naked before him. Though sitting and unable to really identify his features, she sensed by his trembling breath, that he was not indifferent to what he was seeing.

- What have you done with me, Candy? – He panted, pressing his forehead against hers – Why the simple fact of touching you makes me so hungry for you? I'm dying to caress each part of your body, to cover you with my kisses, to… to go deep inside you and stay there forever. I… I can't think anymore when I'm holding you against me. Oh Candy, you have no idea what power you have over me!...

She was blushing so much that it seemed, despite the darkness of the room, she was lighting up like a firefly! She opened her mouth with the will to tell him she was feeling the same, that odd thoughts used to cross her mind too, each time she looked at him, at his hands, at his perfectly curled mouth, at his magnetic eyes that used to make her totter at the slightest glance. No need to touch him to have a flow of indecent thoughts crossing her mind and taking the control of her flesh becoming weak, thirsty of him that only his caresses could calm.

- I… I… - she stammered, looking down. She was feeling his so close chest brushing her hair, as well as the slow movement of his breath that made her rushing. She raised her hand to the meeting of his soft, warm, skin, under which were pulsing the muscles that shaped his smooth torso with rounded and harmonious volumes. With her fingers pad, she followed its curve and bit her lower lip of restraint, amazed, her heart beating very fast under the effect of the blood that was boiling in her veins. She shook her head to recover some control but had to bring herself to the obviousness; Terry's closeness was inducing her to foolishness and she surprised herself to enjoy this eventuality. The foretaste she had earlier on the floor was encouraging her to repeat the experiment. The barrier she had imposed to herself was giving way. She wasn't able to move backward… And it was, honestly, the last thing she wanted to do…

Pushing away the last atoms of resistance inculcated by her good education, she laid a hand on his face, caressed his jaw with her thumb that she felt tensing up at its contact, then after an instant of hesitation, leaning on her arm, she heaved herself to his high and drew him to her. Careful, he did not react when her mouth gently met his. He wanted to be sure he was not making a mistake, that what he was suspecting was really what she wanted. But when her lips became more insisting, that her tongue crossed the barrier of his teeth and came to brush his own, his doubts vanished. Taking then her face between his hands, he kissed her in his turn with a gentle violence, the rage of his restrained desire increasing his ardors. She lost her balance, and tilted from the narrow piano bench on which they were sitting, carrying him in her fall. Fortunately, a thick carpet under their feet softened the shock. Under the shaking, she let out a scream of surprise that she immediately regretted as he stood up like a spring and worryingly asked:

- You're right? – He asked, kneeling next to her, palpating her all over, fearing something broken.

- Y… Yes, don't worry, I'm fine. I'm not so fragile!... – she said, thrown by this excessive demonstration of concern. But he was keeping on checking.

- You're sure you are not hurt?

Before his insistence, she stood up, and embracing his neck, she answered, a hint of annoyance and eagerness in her voice:

- I'm fine but… please, Terry, stop talking!

He remained a short moment dumbfounded before her firm and begging tone. Her message was unequivocal.

It's obvious, she would never fail to surprise him…

Shaken by a hoarse laugh, he bent his head to her, and with an eloquent smile on the corner of his lips, he hurried to reassure her with his caresses. His hands were warm and she was frozen. He laid her down on the floor, slipped a knee between her legs to push his way through and covered her with his body to warm her up. She welcomed him with a sigh of satisfaction and wrapped him with her arms. She wasn't cold anymore.

Burying his head into her neck, he began to kiss her skin, his warm breath brushing her ear, then he followed the line of her throat until the collarbones crossing, and began to tease it with his tongue. Like under the effect of an electric shock, she instinctively squeezed her thighs around his hips, embracing him more strongly with her arms, pressing her fingers of the muscles of his back that she felt tensing at their contact. She was taking time to feel, to touch each centimeters of this body that amazed her, mentally drawing a map of his anatomy, on which she relied on locating, with an imaginary cross, each treasure that it held. He moved backward and looked at her breast on which the pale dying daylight was playing. He took her breast and began to caress it, playing with its suppleness until points its extremity and his greedy mouth mercilessly falls on it. She gave a muffled squeak and dug her fingers into his hair, closing, under the pressure of his sucking, her fist on the locks of his head.

Terry's tongue ran around the hardened nipple, executing circles on the areola of which hillock, stimulated by his cares, had doubled in size. She laid a hand on his neck, hugging him a little more against her. She was feeling the warm caress of his breath on her quivering flesh. The softness of his fleshy lips around the nipple was increasing the fire appearing in her belly and threatening to spread to her whole lower body.

Obviously satisfied, the young lover's generous mouth left then her breast to slowly go down along the curve of her belly that he began to kiss by strokes, his hands around her waist, tasting her with his tongue like if he was savoring her. She gave a frightened squeak that vanished into sighs as she felt him going much lower, using his shoulders to widen the space between her thighs. A flow of confusing thoughts troubled her. She straightened, her eyes widening with astonishment.

No… He's not going to… Here!?...

The fresh air caressing her sensitive skin made her quivering, but far less than when she felt Terry's warm breath on what she had of most personal…

My Goodness!

Blushing of modesty, she wanted to hold him and tried a gesture towards him, to which she renounced in the following second when his lips, with a joyful concupiscence, plunged on the piece of flesh that had so much power on her consciousness and on her body. She moaned, arching under the violence of the unbelievable pleasure that immediately took possession of her. Panting, she stared desperately at the shadows of the trees outside that were moving on the ceiling, ran a twitched hand in her hair in a last attempt to recover her calmness. Disconcerted by the vivid reaction of her senses with Terry's ardent assaults, she hiccupped, realizing that the shamelessness of his gesture was leading her at lightning speed to ecstasy.

A low, rumbling sound rang out outside. The thunder was going away. A last flash crossed the depths of the sky and enlightened their beats, allowing her to perceive, within one second, Terry's brown locks moving between her thighs. She laid an hesitating hand on his head, her fingers burrowing in his hair, and surprised herself, under the force of the increasing pleasure, by guiding them at the rhythm of his head. With a hoarse growl, he slipped his hands under her hips, lifting them for better possessing her. Under the effect of this implacable requirement, she arched in return, letting out a moan that was intended to be a cry, so dazzled she was by what she was feeling. This pleasure as vivid as violent was rubbing off with such force that she couldn't feel either move, except for giving herself over, dumbfounded with amazement, to the skilled caresses of this tongue that was sharpening each atom of her body, wholly consuming her. She closed her eyes.

Yesssssss…. – she moaned languidly, every muscle of her body tensing under the extreme tension that was invading her.

He burrowed even deeper in her, breathing out on her offered flesh, sucking and nibbling it as her voice exhaled into languorous moans.

Haaaaaa!...

She surrendered, blissful, caught in the whirlwind that was carrying her, like a light straw, in a vertiginous fall where her exacerbated senses were taking possession of the last of her consciousness. In a long delirious scream, she arched, her body shaking with the spasms of release, and collapsed, without any forces. Terry, his cheek leaning against her belly, remained still, only caressing her lower back. Narrowing her eyes, breathless, she tried to recover her mind, her legs trembling of the last convulsions of enjoyment. Little by little, she got out from this delightful drowsiness, thoughtful.

Could it be as strong every time? Until making her forget the place in which she was, until making her forget her own name?

As an answer, Terry's hands began to move along her waist, along her so narrow ribs that he could effortlessly encircle. The contact with his naked skin between her legs indicated her that he did not wear his pajama pants anymore, and the raising stiffness against her pelvis obviously expressed the vivid interest he had for her.

Terry… - she moaned as he came closer to her face. He opened her lips with his thumb of which pad she licked with the tip of her tongue, savoring this taste both salted and moist of their bodies. His mouth, gentle and sensual, came to meet hers and she let herself being kissed with all the ardor and gratitude of a fulfilled woman. Her tongue was lasciviously dancing, arousing the young man's excitation who straightened up, breathless, and ran a tensed hand along her neck, her throat, her shoulder to which he held on tight when, with a movement of his back, he penetrated her. His lungs emptied, letting out a sigh of ecstasy. She drew him to her, closing her slender arms around his torso that became heavier against her chest, crushing her breast that woke up to the contact with this male skin that was bewitching her. To the violent pleasure that possessed them, they both understood that they hadn't much time left before reaching climax. With a low growl, he lifted her up more against him, brought back her thighs against his hips, enclosed her kneels with his arms, and adapted his movement at the pace of hers that were showing themselves more and more pressing, stimulating by their eagerness the ardor of their desires. Quickly, their rocking speeded up, their sighs united to their unarticulated moans, spread out in the whole room, their muscles tensed up, leaving them like statues during few seconds until the orgasm take them, leaving them agonizing, struck by the heady spiral of love.

It was still as strong, indeed…

Freed from the storm, the lamp near the piano went up. Dazzled, Candy blinked, protecting herself with her hand from the raw light. Little by little, her eyes became used to this sudden light and met Terry's who was standing above her and looking at her with a strange smile.

- Well, miss Andrew, what do you think of this lesson of piano? – He giggled as he tenderly moved away her blonde locks on her pretty face.

As an answer, she tittered, bringing her hand to her forehead with embarrassment and avoiding his gaze. Frowning worryingly, he took her hand, forcing her to look at him. Before his disappointed air, she couldn't hold a laugh.

- What's making you laugh that way? – He asked, hurt. He rolled on the side and she felt the soft warmth that had wrapped them leaving her.

He turned his back to her, folding his arms against his chest. Troubled by his vivid reaction, she laid a hand on his shoulder, shook him slightly and felt him tensing up under her fingers. Annoyed, she painfully swallowed. She involuntarily had hurt him and regretted her clumsiness, biting her lower lip. Then, with a voice trembling with emotion, her heart racing of the confession she wanted to make to him, she said:

- I stupidly laughed, Terry, because…

She had shyly looked down. She was feeling so ridiculous because of the scandal she had made in the cabin.

- Because… - she resumed – appeared to me suddenly, the horrified faces of Great Aunt Elroy and Elisa when I would introduce myself as… as Mrs. Terrence Graham Grandchester…

Terry turned, startling, his eyes wide-opening with surprise, his jaw hanging as if a hammer blow had hit him. He was staring at her with a suspicious air, unable to believe what he had just heard.

Mrs. Terrence Graham Grandchester…

He had many times pronounced those words in his head but hearing them form her mouth was overwhelming him. He was staying speechless, unable to say a word, thrown by his own reaction. She smiled at him tenderly, and laying a hand on his cheek, she plunged a real and sincere gaze into his own.

- Yes, I do, Terry, I want to be your wife. This is what I want more than anything in the world. What about you? Do you still want me?

Her voice had become fearful with that question. He thrilled, seized by the emotion. This moment was finally taking shape, that cherished moment that he had so often lived in dreams! But what he was feeling was beyond everything he could have imagined. It was unreal, so unreal that everything was becoming fuzzy around him. Those were tears blurring his vision…

A perfidious sob chocked in his throat. He did not want, he did not want to show her his weaknesses! But when he felt her passing her arms around his neck, he let himself go, squeezing her violently against him, and burying his head in the hollow of her neck, he sobbed of happiness…

End of chapter 14….