Chapter 12 – Making Love
Mary's heart was pounding as she walked into the drawing room. Her request to Anna had felt more like a confession, an admission of wrongdoing. Until now, she had never stopped to ponder the clandestine nature of her trysts with Matthew. It seemed so natural. How could it be wrong? Yet every other sensibility told her that it was wrong. It was illicit and primal. Her anticipation for him overwhelmed all of her senses. She could barely keep up with the women's conversation despite its lively focus on her wedding preparations. She held her own by nodding at the expected intervals and making good use of her glass of pear brandy. Otherwise her mind was elsewhere. Finally, the men arrived. She was relieved and enervated at once. She immediately rose to meet him and they stood together by the doorway.
"So did you enjoy the company of Ma-ma and Cousin Edith?" she asked lightly.
"Of course. But I much preferred the view to the conversation," replied Matthew with a smile.
"I'm not surprised," Mary said. "Edith is hardly the source of anything that might be considered stimulating."
Matthew's eyes narrowed. "Mary Crawley, you can be quite pitiless. I hope I never find myself on your wrong side."
"I can't see that happening. You have always managed to find my right side." She smiled at him and took a sip from her glass.
"Who knows which side I will find myself on this evening? The night is young." He grinned at her.
"It is," Mary replied. "Have you given my invitation any further consideration?"
"Yes, I have," he said, feigning thoughtfulness. "Can you guess at my answer?"
"I can't tell you. But you've taken a long time to decide." Mary's eyes were dancing. She added, "Perhaps I should withdraw my invitation after all."
"You see, you can be pitiless where I'm concerned," Matthew declared softly.
She reached out for his hand. "Not a chance, darling," she whispered. "Follow my lead."
He was intrigued. Mary led him to her father's side. "Pa-pa, Matthew and I are headed to the library. We're in an argument that can't be resolved without further resources."
"I love a good debate. What is the question?" Lord Grantham asked deliberately.
"Jane Austen and her perspective on British feminism." Mary told him brightly. "We have some of her volumes in the library, don't we? Or do you have some insight on the topic?"
Lord Grantham laughed. "You know very well that I do not. Go on then."
"Thank you, Pa-pa. Please make our excuses."
Mary and Matthew made their way out of the drawing room. Once out in the hallway, Mary turned to him, "Quickly." Together, they walked with haste through the main hall. She led him to the staircase and they paced quickly up the stairs and down the corridor to her room. She opened the door and pulled him into her bed chamber. Mary shut the door behind them and fastened it. Matthew put his arms around her and pulled her close. "Mary, you know I cannot stay long."
"All that matters is now," she said breathlessly. Draping her arms around his neck, she opened her mouth to his. The invitation was irresistible. He thrust his tongue in between her lips. Her breath was fast and sweet. He opened his mouth wider, forced his tongue deeper. He wanted to consume her. He pressed her against him. Everything that he ever wanted from a woman was in his arms. He had no will of his own.
She broke from him and pulled away. "Come here," she directed. Matthew laughed. "Mary, you're teasing me." Mary grabbed his hand and led him to the divan. She seated him and said softly," Close your eyes, Mr. Crawley. And do not open them until you're told." Matthew closed his eyes and smiled, "What are you up to?"
Mary went to her vanity. Carefully, she undid her hair until it fell like ribbons of brown silk about her shoulders. Seconds passed. Matthew heard clicks and the rustle of fabric. She returned to him soundlessly. "Eyes closed," she reminded him softly. She stood between his legs and pulled her skirt up slowly until it lay against his knees. She grabbed his hands and led them under her dress to the bareness of her thighs. Matthew caught his breath. He laid his palms flat against her skin. He had waited an eternity for this. He felt the blood's rush to his penis. Matthew and Mary were still, neither of them able to believe the bliss that one touch could bring. "Kiss me," Matthew commanded as he stroked the length of her legs. Mary framed his head with her hands and brought her lips down to his. Matthew could barely breathe as he caressed the soft rounds of her ass. Her lips yielded to his like butter but she tasted like a pear. He let his lips linger on hers, his tongue reaching and licking the inside of her mouth. He was breathless. She was delectable.
Mary swallowed. "Matthew, do I please you?" Matthew opened his eyes and looked up at her. She was unbelievably beautiful. Her long dark hair fell wantonly about her face and shoulders. Her eyes were a depth of brown that led to blackness. Her cheeks held the blush of pink and her lips, dark red. "You are exquisite, Mary," he said, "I want you in my mouth. At once. I must have you."
She stared deeply into his eyes. He had that look she craved. "Yes. You must," she agreed, panting gently. She lifted her skirt above her hips and raised her right leg onto the edge of the couch. She closed her eyes as he took her into his mouth. She felt the wet heat of his tongue between her cleft, his breath hot around her mound. His hands cupped her buttocks firmly and she leaned against them, pushing her sex forward. She felt herself cream. "Oh my," she whispered. He kept at her, flicking her clitoris with his tongue. He was relentless, licking her and sucking her. The fever between her thighs was surging. She could feel herself teetering on the edge of a full and complete surrender. She pulled away quickly. "Not yet, Matthew," she uttered breathlessly. He pulled her back to him, "Please, Mary. I can never get enough of you." His eyes were pleading and his lips were wet and parted.
She stumbled back from him and Matthew stood up. She was sweating, her mouth was open. "Then you shall have more of me," she promised. She turned her back to him and gathered her hair in front of her. Following her prompt, Matthew began undoing the buttons down the length of her gown. He could barely restrain himself from ripping the sateen dress off her body. Matthew placed his lips against the nape of her neck. She felt his tongue travel slowly down and across her shoulders. He pulled the straps of her gown down over her arms and she pulled her gown down further until it folded to the floor. Still behind her, Matthew wrapped her in his arms. "Enough," he said firmly. His breathing was fast and heavy. "What are we doing? Anna will be here soon." He nestled his face in her hair.
"No, she won't." Mary turned to face him. She grabbed him by the waistline of his pants and began to undo them. Matthew grabbed her hands. "Mary, we must stop. Anna will be here and you are already half-dressed."
Mary smiled and said softly. "I told you. She's not coming. Not tonight."
Matthew looked at her, clearly puzzled. "What are you saying, Mary?" He pulled her closer to him.
"I'm saying that I love you and that I took every possible precaution to be with you," Mary said softly. "Now be a good boy and let me do as I please." Mary smiled at him and grabbed the rim of his pants.
Matthew was stunned at first. He watched her fingers as she undid the buttons of his pants. He set himself to removing his tailcoat and threw it onto the divan. He pulled apart his necktie and unbuttoned the length of his shirt and vest. As he continued to disrobe, Mary reached down into his pants and into his briefs. She looked up at him as she grabbed his cock. "Oh, Matthew, you're enormous," she whispered. She began stroking him, her fingers sliding easily up and down his rod. Matthew was overcome. "My God, Mary," he breathed. She lowered herself to her knees before him. She pulled his cock down toward her mouth and looked up to him. She wanted him to watch. He looked down at her and swallowed. Her mouth enveloped his cock like a sheath. He moaned. He could not believe this was happening. It was a vision. Matthew closed his eyes. With his cock still engaged, she grabbed onto his hips to steady herself. She took him in again. Matthew moaned and placed his hands around her head. He began to rock his hips, sliding his shaft back and forth in her hot mouth. His breathing was heavy and rapid. Mary lifted her head. He looked down to her and said, "Stop, Mary."
Mary stood up and threw her arms about his neck. Their lips met in a frenzy of lust. Matthew gathered her in his arms and laid her down on her bed. He finished his undressing and came to her. He sat down at her bedside and grasped at the top of her corset. Slowly, he began to undo her. Mary stared at his eyes as he unwrapped her like a chocolate. She brought herself up on her forearms. She wanted to kiss him but he was intent on his task. He threw her corset aside and surveyed her. Mary watched him. He had the eyes of a beast of prey.
Matthew placed his hands on her breasts and began to massage them gently. They were so firm, so round and smooth. With his hands acting in tandem, he fingered her nipples. Mary closed her eyes and arched her back. He bent down to her and took her right breast into his mouth. His tongue swirled around her nipple and played with it gently. "Oh, Matthew," Mary breathed, "Don't stop ever." He began to suck on her nipple gently until it was fully stiff and erect. He then turned his tender attention to her left breast and its soft pink tip. She was writhing with pleasure.
Matthew buried his face between her breasts and with his hands, pushed the flesh of her mounds into his cheeks, his fingers grasping at her swollen nipples. "Mary, forgive me when I say this," Matthew whispered hoarsely, "But I will die if I cannot fuck you in this instant." Mary stared down into his eyes. There was something there that she had never seen. "Please fuck me, Matthew," she begged. "I am yours now and always will be."
Matthew shifted his body forward over her and balanced his weight against his left arm. Mary spread her legs. With his right hand, he brought his cock to her slit. He closed his eyes and rubbed his swollen knob against the edges of her enflamed labia. Mary whimpered. "You are the tease, Matthew," she breathed. He did not hesitate any longer. He thrust himself into her tight wetness. Mary moaned softly. He went deep with his cock and pulled back slowly. Mary moaned again. "You are so massive," she whispered. He thrust again. She gasped. He pulled back and relished the feeling of oncoming rapture. Again and again, he penetrated her tight and creamy puss. He could no longer hold himself back. He began to pump her with his cock like a piston. Mary spread her legs further apart and raised her hips to meet him. "Oh...oh...oh," she moaned. "Oh, Matthew, fuck me." Her body was contracted into a thin hot edge and she was falling over it. Matthew felt her quiver beneath him. She was done. He continued to thrust into her. How wet, how hot, how tight she was. He looked down at her. Her face was flush and sweating with her pleasure. She was so beautiful. He cried out. His orgasm consumed him. His penis thrust against her one final time and quivered within her. Matthew groaned. He let himself fall beside her. He reached for her. He was too weak for words. They lay together, spent.
After a brief reprieve, he spoke. "Mary, have you ever looked into the sky at night?"
She turned her head and found his gaze. "Of course I have."
"What did you see?" he asked her softly.
"I saw a million stars...in a sky with no beginning and no end." She looked into his eyes.
"That is my love for you," he whispered. "Don't ever forget it."
He rose from her bed and began to dress.