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Now on a first name basis, he continued his visits to the shop throughout holiday. He brought her more books to borrow from his school's library and she'd always have dinner cooking for him upon his arrival. Following dinner, they'd convene in front of the warmth of the fireplace, reading to each other. Some nights, he'd share some of the lessons that he had received not only from his formal schooling, but from the elitist family with whom he lived. He'd read some of his writings, much of their tone reflecting the emerging change felt throughout the colonies. They also echoed the sentiment of freedom from not only British rule, but also for those in bondage. His cry to end slavery resonated deeply with her. Other nights, she'd share some of the business strategies she had learned from her employer. She had become good with numbers, very good, and was so charismatic that she could sell just about anything to anyone. Her creativity knew no bounds. He became privy to much of her sketches illustrating her own clothing designs, sometimes even lending his own ideas making the outfit complete. She even taught him how to sew buttons onto a garment and how to fix a hem. Not only was she very attractive, she was smart! She'd make a fine wife, but he knew that for them, that just wasn't a possibility. There was always an air of unspoken sadness between the two of them. They knew their friendship could never go farther for they'd be ruined if they ever submitted to a committed, romantic relationship.
It rained on the final day of holiday. It hadn't rained that hard in months and most businesses closed early, fearing flooding. Her heart was heavy; she just knew that he wouldn't make it in such weather. She retired early to her quarters, earlier than she did in the previous nights, and prepared a small meal for herself. She changed into her long white shift that she wore to bed each evening, and sat at the table to eat alone. After she finished her meal, she cleaned her face and teeth at the washing bowl by her bed. She lit a small candle as she settled in, and continued reading the book he had given her days before. It was no more than five minutes after she opened the book that she thought she heard a very faint knock downstairs. But the rain was pounding so hard against her window that she concluded at first that it was just the heavy precipitation. Then she heard it again. She put on her robe, grabbed her candle, and rushed down the stairs. Upon opening the door, she saw him standing outside in the same outerwear he had worn all week.
"Alexander!" she exclaimed tremulously as she wasn't expecting him to make it. He looked up to see her handsome face; her mahogany eyes conveyed concern.
"Hello, Hannah," he responded softly. She welcomed him inside quickly, if not quicker than the evenings before, and followed him up the stairs. His clothing was soaked, and he had started to shiver. She quickly disrobed him down to his undershirt and linen drawers. She put some tea on the kettle and handed him a few towels. When the tea was ready, she poured it in a cup and offered it to him.
"Thank you," he said, taking a sip.
"You are welcome," she replied, draping a thick quilt over his shoulders. She hung his drenched apparel by the fireplace. The heavy rain had seeped through his clothes to his undergarments. They clung to his skin as magnet to metal and seemed to outline just about every part of his slender body. His pink nipples were erect from the chilly water as was the part that differentiated his gender from hers. She gulped, for this was the first time she really got to see what his body looked like. She liked what she saw.
"I'm so sorry you had to take me in this way," he remarked sincerely. He, however, made no attempts to shield himself from her view.
"It's quite alright. I honestly thought you were not coming," she claimed.
"Hannah," he started, "I told you that I would visit with you each evening this week and I am a man of my word." He sipped some more of his tea before getting up and placing it on the table. He then stood in front of her and looked at her figure a little closer. He had never seen her in anything but the simple dresses she wore for work. Seeing her in nothing but her evening attire was quite exciting. The neckline on her shift was intentionally low, exposing more of her smooth, caramel skin. He couldn't help but notice her partially exposed cleavage as her breasts rose with each breath she took. She observed how looked at her and blushed.
"I apologize for the way I am dressed, Alexander," she remarked, looking down. She once again caught the part of his long drawers that had grown and truth be told, she was turned on by his natural reaction to her.
"There's no need for apology," he said, moving closer to her. "Tu es belle, tout comme tu es." She sighed softly as she closed her eyes.
"Merci," she whispered. The junction between her thighs became wet embodying her readiness for him. As their faces inched closer together, he reached toward the top of her head and took her bun down, allowing her tight curls to cascade around her face. The butterflies in her stomach returned as she slowly opened her eyes which were immediately pierced with his violet blues. His eyes were as deep as the ocean and my God, she could get lost in them forever! She smelled the soap upon his skin which scent was strangely not washed away in the rain. Strands of his slightly dampened hair had fallen out of his ponytail. She freed the rest of his copper-toned locks from his blue ribbon and combed them behind his ears. He turned his face toward one of her wrists and kissed it gently. He took her hands in his, clasping his fingers tightly between hers.
"Hannah," he began, "I wish to kiss you. Would that be alright?" She breathed deeply as she rested her hands upon his chest. She knew she shouldn't give into her urges. It could only lead to heartbreak because any relationship that ensued from this union was illegal. She searched his earnest eyes. She beheld his lips. She wanted him badly.
"Yes," she agreed. He clutched her chin between his index finger and thumb and kissed her softly on her lips. She tasted so sweet. She let his lips stay on hers for some time as she moved one hand behind his head and the other behind his neck. He grabbed ahold of her waist, desperately wanting to move his hands down towards her ass. He was a fantastic kisser, and she grew curious as to what else his lips could do. When she broke the kiss, she led him to her bed. She knew she shouldn't, but she did not care. Curiosity had gotten the best of her. She gazed into his eyes as she removed her coral robe, allowing it to fall to the floor.
"I know it's not much, but I'd like for you to join me tonight, Alexander," she expressed. He beheld the simple platform that supported a single mattress, a sheet, and a thick hand-woven quilt.
"I would enjoy it very much to share your bed, Hannah," he reciprocated. He kissed her again, deeper this time, pushing his tongue against her opened mouth. She invited it to intertwine with hers as she moaned softly. She ran her hands over his shirt and began unbuttoning his collar. She pushed it up over his head and let it drop to the hard wood floor. She caressed his back and his arms which were surprisingly toned as well. She could never tell with his clothes on. Her passion ignited as she felt his hardness brush against her center. He ran his hands over her perfectly curved hips and brought them to the hem of her nightgown, inching it up toward her chest and over her head. Her golden brown skin glistened amidst the fire's glow. He admired her petite figure that was curved in all the right areas. "You are beautiful, Hannah," he marveled. He finally submitted to his urge and grabbed her rear end with both hands. It was soft and filled his palms quite nicely. His lips found their way to her neck and she bent her head back as he sucked along her collar. She smiled wide at his touch; his fingers tickled her sides and soon found her supple breasts. He massaged them gently, causing her to moan some more. She then broke away from him and entered her bed. She motioned with her finger for him to join her. He smirked as he pulled down his drawers, revealing his erection. She stared at him with a lust in her eyes that he hadn't seen before. The bed pallets creaked slightly as he got into bed and climbed on top on her, pressing his firm chest against her softer breasts. His creamy skin seamlessly blended against her bronze complexion as milk mixed in tea. They kissed passionately again as he played with her curly locks.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked, breaking their embrace. He was aware that most sexual relations between a White man and a Black woman were not one of consent, but rather that of coercion and control. He respected her and wanted to ensure that she wanted him the same way he desired her.
"Yes," she replied assuredly. While supporting himself with one hand, he used the other to softly caress her cheek and gently sweep part of her hair behind her ear. She placed her hands upon his jawline, rubbing her thumbs along the crease of his lips.
"I promise I won't hurt you," he affirmed.
"I know you won't," she sighed. She moved her hands up toward the back of his neck as he trailed his kisses toward her awakened nipples. He sucked on each one, flicking his tongue over the tiny bumps sprawled across her areolas. She sighed, returning her hands to the top of his head. She spread her fingers evenly throughout his rusty mane as he continued toward her aching core. Her legs were open, inviting him in. He brought two fingers to the tip of her clit, rubbing it gently while he teased her naval with his tongue. He touched her in such a way that indicated that he was a much more of a mature lover than his 18 years. He looked up at her face; her eyes were closed and her smile indicated her pleasure.
"Do you like this?" he teased, kissing down toward her caramel thighs.
"Yes!" she responded, excitedly.
"Good." He breathed slowly into her, causing her to arch her back in surprise. She wondered what he was to do down there. No man had dared to put his face in between her legs. He was different; he took his time. He threw both of her legs over his shoulders and slowly brought his lips to meet her second pair. The sensation drove her wild! He lovingly teased her moist walls and clit with his tongue, flicking it faster as she pushed her knees towards his head. Her toes curled up as her moans got louder. He kissed down her leg and around her foot, sucking on each toe. He did the same with the other leg before coming back up to meet her face to face.
"Are you ready?" he asked, situating himself in position to enter her.
"Yes," she confirmed. He gasped as he slowly penetrated her eager center. She was warm, her walls swelling around him and her juices providing more than enough lubrication for him to slip in and out with ease. He fucked her unhurriedly as they continued kissing. He yearned to savor this moment. She gyrated with his movements which encouraged him to go a little faster. They both groaned with pleasure as she dug her nails over the edges of his shoulder. He watched intensely as her eyes rolled back. She dug her nails into his back as he penetrated harder. He kissed her lips intensely before teasing her ears and her neck with his tongue. She lifted up slightly so that his mouth could once again meet her breasts. She moaned as he sucked on each breast and he smiled coyly at the love sounds she made in response to his actions. He ran his hand through her hand and resting it behind her neck. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes as he pumped in and out of her deeper than before. He leaned in so that his face was beside hers and nibbled her earlobe lightly.
"Hannah," he whispered, his breath tickling her ear.
"Alexander," she responded, breathlessly. He looked into her eyes and as he felt her tighten around him, he sped up a little more to encourage her to climax.
"Right there!" she called out, resting her head upon his shoulder and closing her eyes once more. She bit her lip as she grasped his upper back for dear life, allowing herself to let go onto him. He came at almost the same time she did, exploding into her with more passion than he ever had with anyone else before. The pair collapsed onto her small bed, their bodies dripping with beads of sweat, despite the chilly outside temperatures. He stayed inside of her as they assumed a spooning position. He gathered her curls and pulled them behind her head so that he could kiss her neck once more. He then wrapped his arms around her midsection, clasping his fingers over her navel. She smiled at his gentle touch as she gave way to the fatigue that often followed good love making.