She moaned under his expert touch and sighed into his eager mouth, taking each pleasurable sound and delighting in it. The staff had gone to the London town home, and he had come back to collect his maid, Ciel insisting that this was safest way to split up while they investigated. London was crowded, which meant more opportunities to continue to try to hurt Ciel, but it also meant there were more access to people who could help. The smaller home would keep all the staff in a smaller space, and not so easily separated if the were targets as well.
Sebastian had urged the horse and carriage back to his beloved as swiftly as it would move. And here, now in the bedroom she had been moved to a few weeks ago, he was laying beside her, her night gown dangerously high on her thigh and his hands drifting it higher as they kissed.
"Please, my love, make love to me," she pleaded as his hands skirted the top of her sex.
"You're hurt my dear," he said, sure of her next rebuff.
"My arm, not my sex. Not yet. You have not satisfied me or yourself in three weeks."
He moaned. How he had wished so many times over the weeks to take his lover and slide his cock deep into her, rocking her into the blissful sleep she enjoyed after they made love slowly or the reckless fucking of their needs. He kissed her and smiled.
"Oh I took care of myself many, many times."
"Make love to me now," she moaned as his fingers dipped deeper into her. "Oh gods! Please my love. I'll scream and plead if you only obey my needs!"
His pants came off and he held her as gently as his raging cock and emotions would let him. Swiftly he planted his cock deep into her and he threw his head back as she screamed his name. Oh yes, this was what they had needed. He had comforted her by sleeping innocently next to her almost every night, coming to her in the middle of the night. He even slipping past Baldroy, who had started to sleep in a chair outside her room. He'd cover her mouth with his hand and kiss her forehead when he wanted her to wake and share the few kisses her pain would only allow. But as she healed, she wanted more - she wanted this, what Sebastian was steadily giving her. She curled her hands around his ass and bucked faster as her first orgasm in three weeks pulled her under and made her gasp his name.
"Sebastian! Oh fuck! Oh… yes!"
He sped up, his need for her body and the heat slamming him into her, making the solid bed shake with their delicious sin. There was not a soul in the house and he laughed as his lover suddenly shouted as she came again. He loved the sureness she had when they were alone, and when they were intimate.
"Say my name."
"Sebastian!"
"What do you command my love?"
"Ah fuck me! Fuck me harder! Make me cum so hard and float. Oh gods!"
His eyes glowed as they drilled into hers. "Yes, my lady," he said in his smooth commanding tone. He would obey any order his lover gave, and it pained him to see her so needy. He would satisfy the need and then some - his job was to always keep her near him to ground them both to each other.
His mind flashed to Baldroy, his empty threat of hurting Sebastian if he hurt Mey-Rin. He laughed; Mey-Rin would not be able to walk without the delightful memory of this afternoon. The familiar heat in her body rose and he came, dumping his cum into her and hardening again to keep her burning. There was nothing more satisfying than feeling her right hand on his back and her left, which could now be lifted better, on his shoulder, her mouth open as they panted, her eyes on his, and their bodies slapping together, filling the large room in their sexual act. His body exploded again and he lost his form, no longer afraid to do so as he fed his cock into her body, her body drinking in every stroke and still demanding more.
He held the headboard and drilled harder into his lover, pushing her into the pillows, her body moving in time to his demanding thrusts. He had lied. He did not satisfy himself while they were apart. He built the anger and need up and had sought the manufactures of the spears, finding that they were stolen from various museums. Roman spears, as old as he. He growled and watched as Mey-Rin kissed his sweat covered chest, her breasts bouncing to his pounding.
"Fuck," he growled at last, feeding her hot body his hotter cum and taking gasping breaths to steady his mind and breathing.
"Mmm. Language, my dear," she panted as she placed both her hands on his face and smiled up into his face. "I should teach you a lesson."
"Fuck," he breathed. "Shall I pay with it in my body?"
The same conversation, the same delight, the same weeping desire for each other.
"Yes, and with whips and chains."
"I look forward to it. Say, nine o'clock?"
"Will the staff be asleep by then?"
He smiled and rolled off and beside her. "I can drug them."
She lightly shuttered. "A servant does not make a sound when he is being scolded."
"Mmm, my words coming back." He kissed her deeply, his hand once more pawing at her exposed breasts. "I shall be there to take my lesson."
"Please, do not be late."
Sebastian flipped her around and they hissed at the pleasure as she sank down on his cock. He smiled as she bounced on his cock. If she stopped teasing him, the would make it to London in time for his lesson. But, he also mused, as he watched her breasts and hair fly around, staying away from everyone else could have benefits to how well and thorough his master would go to gave him his lessons.
