Rating: Mature (Explicit! Um, they are on their honeymoon… do I really have to explain this? Secondly… there area few Male/Male intimate scenes in this chapter - see comment further down.)
Spoilers: none since this is an AU starting before the Titanic incident

Disclaimer: Any names off characters you recognize from Downton Abbey are not mine. All original characters do however belong to me. Fanfiction is in my opinion the ultimate form of flattery to a screenwriter :)

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A huge thank you to the talented and wonderful R. Grace who has managed to assist with this chapter (fixing my mistakes, and adding numerous commas!) while being in the middle of a very busy RL.

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A/N: Thomas… well, he's getting some action – yup! Just wanted to share that up front, in case anyone don't feel up to getting tangled in the sheets with Thomas and his new beau. It isn't too graphic, but hey, I needed to give Thomas a little action, people! He's in PARIS – city of sin, love and all sorts of delightful possibilities (away from prying British eyes). Anyway, you'll see it coming. I'm making no excuses for giving Thomas a good time! He deserves it. I am certain that if he had a gorgeous boyfriend to snuggle up with at night he would be a much nicer person to have around. The boy is sexually frustrated! There you have it. He just wants some boyboy action… and all he gets is O'Brien's bitchiness… can you blame the poor dear for being angry all the time? :D

They are married! Paris. Honeymoon. Sexytimes. I hope that you will enjoy it!

Let the Parisian Adventure begin…

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Chapter 8 – Paris, the City of Love

Anna sat for a moment on the edge of her bed, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. The sharp knock on her door that had woken her up, alerting her to that it was seven o' clock, was not much different from at Downton. Some things never change, she mused. Even if one happened to be in Paris. Rising, she walked over to the window and stretched, peering outside.

After cracking the window a little, she began her morning routine, washing up and getting dressed. There was still plenty of time before she was supposed to wake Lady Mary and Mr. Crawley, allowing Anna the luxury of stepping out for some breakfast.

A quick conversation with the concierge steered her in the direction of a small café around the corner from the hotel. Taking a seat by the window, Anna ordered coffee and a croissant. She bit her lip, trying not to giggle. The thought of her, Anna Smith, sitting in a café in Paris, seemed unattainable for a country girl from Yorkshire. She wished that she had brought some stationery with her so she could write home about it.

The coffee was smooth, the pastry flaky and incredibly delicious. Having never had a croissant before, she made sure to savor the experience. Coffee eventually gone, and the pastry devoured, she reluctantly paid and left her little haven.

Upon return to the hotel, she ordered breakfast to be brought up at nine before continuing upstairs. Taking out the spare key to the parlor suite, Anna let herself into the Crawleys' residence. To her relief, everything was quiet, indicating that her employers were still asleep. Making her way over to the trunks that held Lady Mary's things, she gathered what she needed. Mary's dresses were already hung up in the bedroom armoire. She had seen to that the night before. Once the couple departed to discover the city, Anna could properly unpack the rest of Lady Mary's things. Glancing at the clock on the mantle, she confirmed that it was almost nine. As if on cue, a sharp rap on the door announced the arrival of the Crawleys' breakfast. Anna quickly opened and let the waiter in, speaking in hushed voices so as not to wake the still sleeping couple.

~ O ~

Mary smiled and gently touched her hair. Pleased with the result, she turned and faced the maid.

"Anna, I've meant to speak to you about something."

"Yes, milady?"

"You've been marvelous as a lady's maid, Anna, but I can't help but think that some formal training here in Paris would be helpful for you in the future, should you decide to give it a go for real. I was thinking that perhaps you would be interested in learning something about the latest trends in Parisian hair and fashion. Mr. Crawley and I will be gone most afternoons while we're here in Paris, which would give you a perfect opportunity to do so."

Anna's eyes widened, and she started to stutter a response. Mary chuckled and took the young woman's hand.

"Milady, I don't know what to say."

"I will pay, naturally." Letting go of Anna's hand, she got up. "Why don't you try to find some information about it today?"

"Thank you, milady. I will."

"Marvelous." Mary smiled and touched Anna's arm as she passed her on the way to join Matthew, who was waiting for her in the parlor, most likely pacing, impatient to get going. "We can speak more about it tonight."

"Have a wonderful day, milady."

"Thank you, Anna. You too."

~ O ~

Matthew was filled with excitement as he walked down the street from the hotel with his beautiful wife on his arm. Mary looked stunning in her new outfit, commissioned especially for their honeymoon. He smiled at her, which she returned, and straightened up a bit more with pride.

"What would you like to do first?"

The question was a valid one. On the train from London they had eagerly discussed what they wanted to do in the City of Love. Matthew had a fondness for museums and old buildings, whereas Mary leaned more towards more contemporary sights and shopping. They had eventually agreed on visiting some art galleries and that the Eifel Tower was a must. Matthew had negotiated a few hours at the Louvre, which Mary had countered with a promise of a stroll through the Luxemburg Garden.

"How about just walking a little?" Mary's eyes were filled with excitement. "Allow ourselves to be a little spontaneous, for once."

"Of course, darling." Matthew's eyes twinkled happily at her suggestion. He really enjoyed when Mary was spontaneous.

"Perhaps we could visit Montmartre?"

"Are you certain? I've heard that it is a bit rowdy."

"Darling, how rowdy can it be in broad daylight? I want to see the painters, and perhaps visit Sacre Coeur. You wouldn't want to miss that, would you?"

"I suppose not." He chuckled and tugged her closer, cupping her cheek before placing a kiss on her pink lips.

"Matthew!" Mary's eyes widened at the public show of affection.

"No one knows who we are."

"I know, but honestly..." Mary glanced around, certain that the entire city was looking at her by now. Surprisingly, no one appeared to even look twice at them.

"No one is paying any attention to us. I promise."

Mary gave him a hooded look and then leaned up to press her lips against his in a firm kiss, stroking her tongue over his lower lip. Matthew's eyes widened before he lost himself in the kiss. They broke apart and looked at each other, gasping slightly.

"It does have some appeal," Mary drawled.

~ O ~

Thomas moved the brush over Matthew's shoulders one last time, then took a step back, inspecting his work.

"Thank you, Thomas." Matthew turned and smiled at his valet, still not quite comfortable with the arrangement imposed on him by Lord Grantham. "Lady Mary and I might stay out late, so why don't you call it a night after this? No reason for you to stay up waiting for us."

"If you're certain, Mr. Crawley."

Matthew smiled and squeezed Thomas' shoulder. "Quite sure."

"Do you wish for me to wake you at any specific time tomorrow, Mr. Crawley?"

"I don't think so. But I suppose Lady Mary will want to see more of the city tomorrow, so we'd better not sleep the entire day away. Why don't you come by around nine thirty?"

"Very good, Sir."

"Have a good night, Thomas." Matthew smiled at him as he left the room to rejoin his wife.

"Thank you, Sir."

~ O ~

Thomas straightened up a little, pushing his shoulders back, trying to look confident as he strolled down the darkened street in Montmartre. Music and laughter filtered out from cafes and clubs as patrons entered or left to disappear into the dark night. His interest peaked when he spotted a group of young men approaching him. They were nicely dressed and appeared to be in a very good mood. Thomas took in their appearance as they came closer. One of them looked his way, and Thomas almost took a step back at the intensity of the dark eyes that met his. The young man smiled at him and removed his hat. His blonde hair fell into his eyes, instantly reminding Thomas of Matthew Crawley.

"Monsieur, bon soir."

"Bon soir." Thomas grinned and tipped his hat.

"Oh," the man stopped and looked closer at Thomas. "Anglais? English?"

"Yes." Thomas impulsively held out his hand in greeting. "Thomas Barrow, at your service."

"Monsieur Barrow, the pleasure is mine, I assure you," the young man said with a wide grin. "Armand St Claire."

Thomas grinned, and they shook hands. "Are you from Paris, Monsieur St Claire? If so, perhaps you would be so kind as to recommend a place for nightly entertainment? I only just arrived yesterday."

"Armand. Allez!"

"Monsieur Barrow, would you care to join us?"

"Armand." One of the other men eyed Thomas a little suspiciously and gave Armand a warning glare.

"How could I decline such a lovely offer?"

Armand chuckled, and their eyes met again. Thomas felt a flutter in his stomach. Armand was a very handsome young man.

"I should warn you, Monsieur Barrow, Paris has a wide variety of entertainment. Where we are headed might surprise you, shock you even."

"In what way?" Thomas smiled at Armand, noticing the charming little smirk. "I can assure you that I'm not easily shocked, Monsieur."

Armand patted Thomas' back and wrapped his arm around his shoulders. "Delightful!"

Thomas' breath caught at the feel and smell of the handsome frenchman. He turned his head and their eyes met again. Armand grinned and squeezed Thomas' shoulder.

~ O ~

Mary chuckled at Matthew's flushed face. Taking his arm, she leaned closer.

"Perhaps I should get an outfit like that?"

Matthew just stared at her, his face turning redder as his body reacted to her teasing.

"The mental image is more than enough, darling," he choked out.

"Still…" She frowned slightly as she appeared to be pondering the issue. "Ballet was part of my education growing up." She gazed innocently at him, her eyelashes fluttering a little. "I'm sure that I'm still flexible enough to kick just as high as those girls."

Matthew made a strangled noise at the thought of his wife's flexibility. They had finished their evening out with a visit to Moulin Rouge. Knowing that the entertainment was daring, he had only a vague idea of what they were about to witness as the cancan girls came rushing out, screaming and laughing, holding up their skirts as they kicked their legs high in tune to the music.

"And who do you plan on showing off this skill of yours to?"

"Matthew!" Mary rolled her eyes. "Only you, of course." She chuckled and smirked a little at him. "On the other hand, the thought of the look on Papa's face, should I give a performance at Downton, might be worth the certain lecture on proper behavior."

"Over my dead body," he muttered.

"Probably not, but perhaps it will be the death of Papa, so I think I'd better not."

"Wise decision."

They walked past some bars and restaurants, neither ready to call it a night and head back to the hotel. A small café on the corner looked especially inviting; Matthew tugged Mary over in that direction.

"Where are we going?"

"How about a drink, darling?"

"Now you want a drink?" Mary rolled her eyes. "We left a perfectly good bottle of champagne behind at the cabaret, you know."

"I do know that." Matthew gritted his teeth as his body started to react to the memory of the cancan dancers. "You also know that it was for the best to leave."

"Oh, Matthew." Mary fondly kissed his cheek. "I'm sure you were not the only one reacting to the girls' charms."

He gaped at her, and then nodded silently. She was right of course. The truth of it was that as mesmerizing a sight the cancan girls had been, it was only part of the reason for their urgent departure.

"I'm sure that you're right, but darling, you see, some of those men were starting to look more at you than at the performance."

"Me?" Mary laughed and shook her head. "Surely you're mistaken."

"Not in the slightest."

"I see." She looked away. "Why does it matter if they look?"

"Why?" he sputtered. "They were undressing you with their eyes, Mary!"

Her head snapped back around. "Matthew!" She closed her mouth when she noticed how serious he looked. They came to a stop outside the small café, and Mary turned to place her hand on his cheek. "Darling, you're the only man who will ever see me in undress."

"Perhaps we don't need another drink after all," he murmured, leaning in to her touch. "I suddenly feel this urgent need to undress my beautiful wife."

Mary made a face, trying to look stern, but failed and, instead, burst out laughing. Turning their back on the café, they eagerly looked down the street for any sight of a cab.

~ O ~

Thomas handed his hat and coat to the young man at the coat check. Following the group inside, he was surprised to see that there were no women present. His eyes widened when he realized what kind of establishment this was. He had heard of them, of course, but he had never dared set foot in one. A gentle hand on his arm startled him, and he flinched.

"Monsieur Barrow?"

"Thomas." He leaned closer to Armand. "Please, call me Thomas."

Armand laughed and steered Thomas over to the table his friends had secured for them. Soon, champagne was flowing and introductions were made. Thomas watched in fascination as the two men across from him touched each other in a very intimate way. There was no doubt about it; Frederic and Bertrand were a couple. Thomas laughed a little nervously when the two kissed. Armand leaned closer, and Thomas could feel his warm breath caress his ear.

"Have we shocked you yet, my handsome friend?"

Thomas turned and met Armand's eyes. "Far from it. Their love is beautiful to watch."

Armand just held Thomas' gaze for a long moment. Finally, he reached for Thomas' hand.

"Would you care to dance?"

Thomas swallowed a little nervously. Unable to formulate any words, he just nodded. Armand stood and gestured for Thomas to precede him to the dance floor. Once standing by a myriad of men swaying together to the music, Thomas was at a bit of a loss. He had only ever danced with women, and there had never been any question about who was to lead. As if sensing Thomas' confusion and worry, Armand reached for him and pulled him into his arms, steering Thomas further onto the dance floor.

Feeling a young man's body pressed against his in this way for the first time set Thomas' pulse racing. He felt the veins at his temples pound as his heart pumped faster.

"Relax, mon cher," Armand whispered against his ear. "You're safe here."

"I'm afraid that I'm not used to this," Thomas stuttered a little nervously.

"I thought as much." Armand leaned back to meet Thomas' eyes. "But you have wished for this, non?"

Thomas nodded. Armand grinned, again showing off his beautiful smile. Feeling a little more confident, Thomas pulled his dance partner closer. Armand chuckled and brushed his cheek against Thomas'. The two continued swaying together to the music on the crowded dance floor.

~ O ~

Matthew proved that evening that, even though he had never performed the duty before, he was quite skilled, though not necessarily neat, at undressing his wife. With a lot of giggles and kisses, they somehow made it to the bed, leaving a trail of wrinkled garments in their wake.

Mary grinned at Matthew as she raised her leg up in the air, doing a fairly good impression of the cancan dance.

"See?"

Matthew chuckled and nodded. Kneeling on the bed he stroked her legs, gently pushing them up.

"Let's see just how flexible you are, darling."

~ O ~

Frederic and Bertrand were the first to leave, their departure followed by friendly teasing and colorful suggestions that had Thomas' ears turn warm.

"Have you ever had absinth?"

Thomas shook his head at the question posed to him by Armand's friend, Serge. "I'm afraid I haven't."

"Garçon!"

In short time glasses with a clear green liquid were placed in front of them. Armand explained the procedure to Thomas as he placed the sugar in the special strainer. Once the concoction was ready to drink, Thomas picked up the now slightly cloudy beverage and sipped it. It was strong, and he made a face. Armand chuckled and squeezed his thigh. Thomas put the glass down with a hand that only shook a little.

"Bloody hell! That's strong, in'it?"

Armand laughed, and his fingers stroked along the inseam of Thomas' trousers. Their eyes met and Armand leaned closer and pressed his lips against Thomas'. Thomas reached up, running his fingers through Armand's soft hair. He gasped when Armand squeezed his thigh, giving Armand the perfect opportunity to deepen the kiss. Thomas' head was spinning with this new experience. He had never felt any thrill while kissing women in the past. Armand's kiss had his head swimming, and his stomach did nervous little flips.

"Come," Armand whispered and rose. "Let's go."

Thomas nodded and followed Armand out of the club, stopping briefly to pick up their hats and coats before venturing out into the dark Parisian night together. Thomas was filled with nervous energy, trying to figure out where Armand was taking him. He had a fairly good idea. Was he ready? He glanced at Armand, and his stomach did a flip again. Yes, he concluded. He was ready for whatever fate had in store for him this night.

~ O ~

Anna flipped through the French magazine, intently looking at the pictures and painstakingly reading and translating the comments. Her french was rusty, at best. In preparation for the trip, she had tried to study a little every night, and Lady Mary had helped her practice her pronunciation. Anna sighed and gazed out the window. Lady Mary sounded almost french when she spoke. Anna knew she would never be able to speak the language as beautifully as Lady Mary.

Returning to the magazine, she studied the haircuts and dresses, trying to learn as much as she could about the latest trends. Her training at Mme. Balfour's was to begin the next day, and she was beside herself with worry about it. It was not just the language, it was the fact that she was not a real lady's maid and that she was a country girl. Anna knew perfectly well that she was not very sophisticated. It had never seemed to matter in the past, but now she wished more than anything that she had a bit of the suave worldliness that the city girls seemed to always embody.

~ O ~

Thomas slowly entered the apartment while Armand hung up their coats. It was not very large, but tastefully decorated and clean. Some fresh flowers sat in a vase on the coffee table. Thomas was startled out of his silent inspection by Armand's arms wrapping themselves around his waist. He laughed a little nervously.

"Thomas?"

Thomas pulled away and turned to face Armand. He smiled and leaned into the touch when Armand cupped his cheek. A moment later their lips came together in a heated kiss. Thomas hummed his approval when he felt Armand loosen his bowtie and unbutton the top couple of buttons on his dress shirt.

"Oh God!"

Thomas' eyes widened as Armand's lips brushed over his neck and down his chest in time with his shirt coming undone. When Armand grabbed the now fully opened shirt and yanked it back over Thomas' shoulders, he laughed a little nervously. The shirt fell to the floor and Armand ran his hands over Thomas' shoulders and down his arms, to settle on his chest.

"You're very handsome," he murmured against Thomas' neck.

Thomas groaned softly as Armand placed kisses on his neck. When he felt teasing fingers stroke his nipples through his undershirt, he grabbed Armand by the hips and pulled him firmly against him. They both gasped at the feel of the other's clear excitement. Armand looked up at Thomas as he started to unbuckle Thomas' trousers. Thomas stilled his hands and smirked.

"Not so fast. You first."

Armand laughed and removed his dinner jacket. Walking backwards towards the bedroom, he pulled his bowtie open before unbuttoning his shirt. Thomas grinned and followed.

Armand undressed while watching Thomas from behind. Once done, he stepped up behind Thomas, stroking his hands over Thomas' muscular back. Thomas, in the middle of removing his trousers, swayed a little when Armand touched his bare skin. Had Armand not steadied him, he would have fallen. Making quick work of his trousers, Thomas straightened up, leaning back against his soon-to-be lover. He closed his eyes, basking in the feel of the warm, firm body pressed against him. His eyes flew open when Armand slipped his hand inside his underwear.

"Fuck!"

Armand laughed at Thomas' exclamation. Easing Thomas' underwear down his legs he ran his hands back up over his thighs to once again touch him intimately. Thomas jumped at the touch. Armand gently stroked over Thomas' stomach and chest while slowly moving his fingers over Thomas' firm arousal.

"Relax, my handsome man."

"Easy for you to say," Thomas muttered.

Armand kissed his shoulder and stepped away. He stretched out on the bed smiling up at Thomas, all while leisurely stroking himself.

"Come here."

Thomas took in the erotic sight of the naked man of the bed, and his pulse quickened.

"My Adonis," he whispered.

Armand patted the bed next to him, and Thomas eased down. When Armand draped his leg over him while kissing him firmly, Thomas almost wept at the wonderful feeling.

~ O ~

Thomas woke to the sound of pigeons cooing outside the window and the sun peeking through the gap in the curtains. He glanced at the clock, sighing in relief when he noticed that it was still very early. He turned and smiled at the man next to him in the bed. Armand reminded him even more of Matthew Crawley while asleep, his blonde locks tousled and falling down over his eyes. Thomas gently smoothed the hair away and placed his palm against Armand's cheek. A moment later Armand's long, dark eyelashes fluttered, and he opened his eyes, blinking a few times.

"Bonjour, mon chèr."

"Bonjour." Thomas grinned at him. Moving closer, he pressed his lips against Armand's in a gentle kiss.

"No regrets, my handsome boy?"

"None at all," Thomas assured him with a cheeky grin.

Armand laughed and rolled him over, playfully holding him down on the bed as he rubbed himself against him. Thomas grinned and grabbed the cheeky Frenchman's buttocks, pulling him down harder. Thoughts of Matthew Crawley, shining shoes and ironing shirts, and every other duty of the day, flew out of Thomas' head the moment Armand's fingers closed around his arousal. When experienced lips teased him to a new level of pleasure, Thomas' eyes rolled back in his head, and he burrowed his fingers in Armand's soft hair.

~ O ~

Thomas hurried through the hotel doors and headed straight for the stairs. He was running extremely late, but, as he recalled the delightful reason why, he could do nothing but grin. Back in his room, he tore off his clothes and washed up before donning a fresh suit. A quick glance at the clock on the desk told him that he had another five minutes before he was due upstairs in the suite. A gentle knock on his door startled him, and he froze in place. Fear coursed through his body for a moment. Had he been followed? Had someone seen him with Armand and called the police?

"Thomas? Are you in there?"

He let out a sigh of relief and opened the door. "What do you want? I'm late."

"Well, good morning to you too," Anna muttered and made a face. "I only came to let you know that I brought Lady Mary and Mr. Crawley their breakfast about fifteen minutes ago. Mr. Crawley informed me that they will be taking luncheon in their room and to tell you to come upstairs shortly before one. They are going to the Luxemburg Gardens this afternoon, and they are having dinner with the British Ambassador this evening, at the Embassy. Mr. Crawley will need his formal attire since it's a white tie event. They are leaving at seven. He wishes for you to arrange for the motor to be ready for them."

"I know that," Thomas snapped. "Anything else?"

"No, that's it."

"Very well," he grabbed the door handle as if to close the door. "I'll see you later then."

"Sure."

Thomas closed the door in Anna's face, remaining in place for a moment as he listened to the sound of her footsteps disappearing down the hall. He let out a deep sigh and removed his shirt again. Undressing, he walked over to the bed. Setting the alarm clock was the last thing he remembered before passing out on the bed to catch up on some much needed sleep.

~ O ~

Matthew pulled the sheet down, exposing Mary's body. Her eyebrow arched up in question. He just grinned at her as he drew invisible patterns on her stomach and chest, circling her nipples, then moved down her arms. Mary hummed and stretched. She tried to turn, but he placed his hand on her hip, holding her down.

"Stay." The request was whispered against her shoulder and followed by a kiss. "Please."

Mary hummed again and ran her fingertips up his arm. "Will it be worth it?"

Matthew chuckled and moved closer, brushing his lips against her ear as he whispered softly to her. "I promise." Pulling back so he could look into her eyes, he whispered his last request. "Close your eyes."

Mary defiantly held his gaze for a moment, but, finally, her eyelashes fluttered as she closed her eyes. Matthew kissed her, teasing her by tracing her lower lip with his tongue. Mary's lips parted and he stroked his tongue against hers. Kissing Mary was still one of his favorite things. He could lose himself in the taste of her lips and mouth. Before his arousal could get the better of him, he pulled his mouth away from her full lips. Mary whimpered a protest. He gave her a soft, reassuring kiss.

"Trust me, my darling."

"Always."

Matthew ran his fingers down Mary's slender neck and along her collarbones, down her breasts, but avoided her nipples. She smiled and sighed softly, clearly enjoying the touch. When he ran his finger around her navel a few times she giggled, as this touch tickled.

"I remember the first time I touched you like this."

"Then you should remember my warning that keeping it up would make me scream with laughter," she said a little smugly.

He leaned down and pressed his lips against the spot, circling it with his tongue. She let out a sharp, high-pitched whimper, and he felt a tremor go through her body. Moving away from the ticklish spot, Matthew brushed his lips over the soft, flat area between her navel and hip bone. Mary moaned softly and grabbed the sheet under her when he kissed and nibbled the spot.

"God! Matthew!"

"Good?" He grinned against her skin, pleased with the response.

"Incredible."

Pleased, he moved to the other side, knowing that she was less sensitive there. He was determined to build her up slowly. They had all the time in the world, and he wanted her to reach a level neither of them had ever experienced. Kneeling between her legs he continued to kiss her stomach while caressing her breasts, now and then teasing her nipples. When he felt her push up against his hands, he twirled her nipples, pulling gently, as he drew them to firm little peaks. Mary whimpered and moaned as she squirmed under him.

"Please, Matthew."

He inched up and took one nipple in his mouth while still playing with the other. Pressing down a little, he rubbed against her center. Mary gasped and moved to meet him. Shifting on the bed he sucked hard on her other nipple, pulling at it with his lips, only to let it go with a soft pop.

"Mmm."

Matthew shivered at the almost purr-like sound coming from Mary in response to his teasing her nipples. Giving each a firm little tweak, he moved down. Mary was still gasping when he pushed her legs up and out. She cried out and trembled as his mouth and tongue touched her intimately. He hummed against her, knowing how much she liked it. She sighed, and he could hear the smile in it. With a firm grip on her legs, he flicked his tongue over her, then moved down to dip inside her before returning to the top. Mary whimpered, and he could feel her getting close.

"No!"

Matthew gently hushed her as she protested when he moved away. Still kneeling on the bed, he put her left foot down but kept her right leg pressed against her upper body. Holding her gaze, he brushed his thumb over her slick folds, causing a long whimper, followed by a gasp. Before she could recover, he slipped his finger inside. He slowly dragged it out, curling it slightly, rubbing against a soft spot inside that he had discovered was very sensitive.

"Oh God!"

With his thumb pressed against her, he kept easing his finger inside her, then slowly withdrawing, until she was trembling. Mary's eyes were closed, and she was gasping and moaning softly. A pink blush covered her neck and upper chest. Matthew almost felt overwhelmed by her beauty.

"I want you," he said in a hoarse, raspy voice that dripped with emotion.

"Yes!"

Mary's eyes opened when he pushed her legs up higher until he could rest them on his shoulders. In one firm push, he was inside her. She gasped and tossed her head back, grabbing fistfuls of the sheet. Matthew leaned forward, clenching his buttocks, forcing his release back.

"Mary," he gasped. "Look at me."

With what appeared to be great effort, she opened her eyes and met his piercing blue ones. Her dark eyes were almost black with passion. She grabbed his wrists, as if needing something to anchor herself to, and squeezed him inside her. Taking her cue, he withdrew, only to push back even deeper. She whimpered and fought to keep her eyes open. He set a fast pace, encouraged by her response and sounds.

"Oh God, oh God…"

"Mary!"

Matthew cried out her name as she let out a series of sharp yells as they tumbled into the abyss together. She squeezed him so hard, the tightness intensifying his pleasure and extending his release. Finally he collapsed down on top of her before rolling them over.

To Be Continued…