Fantasizing

After dinner one evening Victor sat in the small sitting room, already in his dressing gown. Next door, in the bedroom, one of the housemaids helped Victoria out of her dress. He could hear rustles and swishes, every now and then a murmur. He listened. And imagined.

Oh, it had been one of those days. First thing this morning he'd caught a glimpse of Victoria's ankles when she got out of bed. A bit later, while dressing, she'd bent over to retrieve something from the wardrobe. Her bottom had been very well displayed in her thin white drawers. He'd never thought much of bottoms until he'd seen Victoria's. Hers was very nice indeed, both clothed and not.

After that was the glimpse of collarbone and wrist at breakfast time. A slightly overlong kiss goodbye at the door. All day at work he'd been warm and distracted as he remembered the morning. The instep. The curve of her backside. The lace of her dress resting against her skin. He'd have gone home midday but he'd had meetings and correspondence and couldn't get away. So he'd had to wait.

Wait until the evening, when he had been able to give her another overlong kiss hello. Put a hand on her waist as they went in to dinner. Gaze at her across the table in the soft light and look at the curve of her cheek and the line of her jaw and itch to hold her face and run his thumb over them. He kept finding himself staring at her lips. If she'd eaten a sausage he might have died.

It had been that sort of day.

So now he waited, pent up and listening to his wife undress. The rustle of her heavy gown being removed. The swish of her petticoats coming off. The sound of laces being loosened, the faint creak her corset made as it was peeled away. Eventually he could imagine her in just her drawers and camisole. Maybe just drawers. Victor bit his lip, then took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. He was glad he'd already put on his pajamas. His trousers would have been far too tight just now. He was glad for the concealment his dressing gown offered, as well. Victor shifted on the couch a bit uncomfortably.

He was doubly glad for his dressing gown when the maid came through. As she passed, some of Victoria's clothes in her arms, Victor tried to look nonchalant. As soon as she'd left he sprang up and locked the sitting room door, then made for the bedroom in just a few eager strides.

Victoria turned when she heard him come in. Her hair was down, falling soft and thick over her shoulders. She'd only just begun doing up the buttons on her nightdress. Victor slid his arms about her, as he'd been aching to do all day. He pressed his face to her head and nuzzled at her hairline.

"Would you like to...well...would you like to?" he asked her. Victor was not a particularly artful seducer. Besides, they were standing close enough that he was sure Victoria could tell what he meant.

Victoria pulled back so that she could look up at him. When their gazes met his insides gave a pleasant jolt. She was smiling.

"I would," she told him. She stepped backwards, out of his arms, and pulled her nightdress over her head.

Victor had been rushing to take his dressing gown off, but he stopped mid-disrobing at the sight of his nude wife. With his dressing gown halfway down his arms he stood and stared. She was so lovely. Dainty and small-boned. Soft and welcoming. A sweet, warm embrace of a person. Freed from the hourglass shape her corset forced her into, she was actually shaped more like a cello. Gentle slopes. A bit bigger on the bottom. The curve of her backside—it really was nice, he thought again as she turned to drape her nightgown over the vanity chair—and the soft hills of her bosoms, just the right size to fill his hands. He thought he'd never tire of looking at her.

Victoria helped him take his dressing gown the rest of the way off. Then she did the same with his nightclothes. Slowly, punctuated with caresses and strokes and a few kisses. By the time she was finished he thought he would faint from desire.

Together they made for the bed. Victor lay down on his back, adjusting the pillow beneath his head. Victoria climbed up and, to his delight, sat astride him. She bent down to kiss him and her hair made a curtain around them. Her soft and gentle palms ran all over his chest and shoulders. His own hands slid over her back, her hips, her bottom.

At last Victoria sat up. They held each other's gaze as she eased him inside of her. Victor gasped and tried not to close his eyes at the rush of pleasure. He didn't want to miss seeing the way Victoria tilted her head back and sighed. A lot of the fun of doing it this way was the view, after all. He would watch her move, arch her back and tilt her hips, as well as let his hands roam.

He was holding onto her waist when she bent forward and sped up her movements. Breathless, trying to keep himself in check, he felt her tighten. With an airless cry that he more saw than heard, she fell forward, her breasts flattened against his middle and her face pressed into his chest. It was lovely and intimate and sweet and he was delighted she'd been satisfied but

"Please don't stop," he managed to gasp. He was so close. She was so warm and so close and he was buried in her and he desperately needed her to move. He thrust a couple of times as best he could from below, even in the heat of the moment trying not to be crass or rude.

"Oh!" she breathed, realizing. Quickly she sat back up and began to move her hips, catching his rhythm. He held fast to her hips, absolutely lost to sensation, completely focused on where their bodies were joined.

"Yes, yes, oh, Victoria, yes," he murmured, only half-hearing himself as he was borne away on a wave of pleasure that made his mind go utterly blank for a few moments. He could never keep from talking, from saying her name, as he finished. Not that he thought Victoria minded.

When he came back to himself, breathing hard, Victoria was looking down at him with a soft smile. Once again she leaned down, her hair falling around both of their faces as their lips met.

"I have been thinking of this all day," he told her. Victoria nuzzled at his cheek, then kissed his temple lingeringly.

"Was it as nice as you were thinking of?" she asked, whispering in his ear.

Victor grinned and rested his hands gently on her bottom. "Oh, even better," he replied.