Hello everyone. It was a long break because I was looking for inspiration for this chapter and you'll see why. Thank you so much for all your feedback that you wrote and for reading my story.
This chapter is rated M, so don't read the second part of the chapter if you don't like it. I couldn't leave all of us without sweets, it's their honeymoon after all. Let's give these two some fun.
Scarlett and Rhett were invited to a ball at one of the oldest mansions in New Orleans. It was built before the Revolutionary War. Almost a hundred years after its construction, this territory is now outside the city. But it looks all the more beautiful.
Scarlett was unusually inspired by such an event. She loved the chance to wear a beautiful dress, drink champagne, and dance until morning. Rhett cooled her down a bit. He said the mansion's owners were not noble Southerners. The war left this building in the hands of Yankees from the North. Its real owners were forced to leave the city and go West for a better life.
She tried not to focus on the bad thoughts, so she tried to put that information aside. Scarlett didn't want to remember the time of war, famine, and disease at all. So, she preferred to focus on the upcoming event rather than on the history of the old house. She dragged Rhett around the shops all day, looking into everyone, trying to find the right dress. Scarlett's hotel closet was nearly full of new outfits. But, they were too plain for the upcoming ball. They stayed longer in one of the stores than in the others, where Scarlett managed to try on six or seven dresses.
Rhett didn't like the blue dress's cleavage. He rolled his eyes at the white one. It was only suitable for weddings. He almost tore off her peach-colored dress, saying it looked terrible on her. In the end, Scarlett chose a burgundy satin dress. It had the most scandalous, plunging neckline she'd ever worn. She didn't expect Rhett to like it. But, as soon as she walked into the room, she saw his burning eyes. He seemed ready to pounce on her. Scarlett spun around, swinging her skirts, waiting for his word.
"Well? What do you think?" She hoped that he would not criticize her choice because she liked this dress.
"It suits you very well. I think you will outshine everyone tomorrow night."
And so the dress was bought and her new ruby earrings were perfect. She was standing by the large mirror, fastening an earring and inspecting her outfit when suddenly Rhett wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her to him.
"Maybe we'll stay here tonight..." he placed a light kiss behind her ear, lowering his lips to her neck, forcing Scarlett to lean her head back on his shoulder and close her eyes.
"We can't, I have to show everyone my new dress and you're already dressed..."
"We can do this any other night..."
He pulled back slightly and reached for the hooks on her back, intending to unbutton them. This brought Scarlett out of her trance, and she spun around.
"No, no, and no Rhett, we can take care of yours...dirty deeds later..."
He burst out laughing, which made Scarlett blush.
"Dirty deeds? Darling, I don't want to focus on this, but you seem to be enjoying our dirty business too, as you call it."
She was about to answer him. Then, she realized he was trying to trick her into a losing argument. And for the first time ever, Scarlett decided to try something different.
"You might be right, but we should still save it for later. I want to show everyone my new dress, and I want to do it tonight, so you, Mr. Butler, will have to wait."
Rhett seemed surprised by her response. He was silent for a long time. Then, he laughed loudly and hugged her.
"All right, Mrs. Butler. You didn't fall for my bait, I'm delighted. But I'll take your words as a promise of something more later," she blushed again under his gaze but did not look away.
They arrived at the mansion at eight o'clock sharp. Their carriage was moving slowly in a line of others that drove up to the house and then drove away. Rhett got out of the carriage, helping Scarlett, and they headed for the main entrance. The owners of the house were waiting for them on the threshold.
"Scarlett, dear. I'm glad to see you tonight, you look great," Mrs. Harper, a tall brunette with bright blue eyes, greeted her, hugging her like a best friend.
"Butler, greetings. We are glad that you and Mrs. Butler took the time to attend our ball tonight."
Scarlett heard the voice of the man standing next to her, who was Mr. Harper.
He shook Rhett's hand and kissed Scarlett's hand.
"Please have a buffet and drinks in the hall on the right down the hall near the ballroom," Mrs. Harper chirped. "Scarlett, I will definitely find you later, and you will tell me where you found this beautiful dress."
Rhett took her arm and they went into the next room. Scarlett looked around, taking in the richness of the interior, everything was done in burgundy and gold tones. Heavy velvet curtains on the windows, expensive furniture, soft carpets, huge paintings in heavy gold frames. There was a lot of money coming from this place.
"Do you like it here, dear?" Rhett asked her.
"That's enough... spacious," she replied, not knowing how to choose the right word.
She heard Rhett's loud laughter and looked around, trying to figure out if anyone was paying attention to them or not.
"Hush, Rhett, why are you laughing?"
"I'm sorry, Scarlett, I didn't think you'd use that word. I was expecting to hear a grandiose, stunning or something like that..." he explained.
"This house certainly doesn't look like anything you've described. How can someone even live here? By the way, why is Mrs. Harper running around me like that all the time? She's trying to look into my mouth," Scarlett whispered, trying to make sure no one could hear her.
"Don't forget, dear. All our current friends are from the North. They want to join the southern society, despite our loss in the war. That's why she wants to be friends with you so much. I hope you're not too disappointed that she and the other ladies want to use you to raise their profiles in society."
Scarlett didn't think about why these women were talking to her. She was so focused on shopping, restaurants, and dancing that it hadn't occurred to her. She missed it so much during the war. Sometimes, it seemed she'd never regain a semblance of her former life. But here in New Orleans, she was finally able to relax, not think about making money or what to spend it on, because she had Rhett. He let her mindlessly spend his money on everything she wanted, from new stockings to diamond necklaces. So her thoughts rarely returned to her new "friends." Scarlett knew they would soon return to Atlanta and likely never see most of them again.
"I hadn't thought about it at all until this moment, Rhett..." she paused." And no, I don't think it bothers me very much. All I want right now is champagne and dancing."
"That's what we're here for, my darling"
Rhett led them to the room the hostess had mentioned. It was a huge room with many small round tables, like in a restaurant, where you could sit down and eat a little. Servants wandered around the room with round trays in their hands, on which stood glasses of champagne. The long table was filled with a variety of food. Lobsters, shrimps, oysters, mussels, a huge selection of meat snacks, and fruits and sweets. There was food for every taste, and it screamed, "Look how much money we have. We have spared nothing for our guests."
Scarlett drank one glass of champagne after another with great pleasure, and by the time the dancing began, she was already feeling a little dizzy. Rhett left her surrounded by other ladies to join a group of men who were standing apart from everyone else. She participated in general conversations without much interest, trying to look interested. But she wasn't interested in these women and their stories at all. And when the dancing was announced, she breathed a sigh of relief and went to get Rhett.
As she approached the group of men, she could hear snatches of conversation.
"Butler, are you with us? It's going to be a great deal," the tall, dark-haired man said.
"I agree with Johnson, Butler. It will be like the days of the blockade, let's remember the old days," the man standing to Rhett's left supported him.
"I'm afraid to disappoint you, gentlemen, but you'll have to do without me this time. I'm on my honeymoon and that's exactly what I'd like to focus on," she heard Rhett say.
The men around laughed.
"Oh right, we forgot about your charming young wife. I understand you, I wouldn't trade her warm bed for questionable financial transactions either..."
The man didn't have time to finish because they noticed Scarlett approaching and stopped their conversation. She pretended that she hadn't heard anything and turned to Rhett, who had turned in her direction.
"Scarlett... Is something wrong, dear?" His tone was completely different from the one he used to communicate with these men, it seemed softer.
"Yeah...The dancing is starting and I'd like to steal you for myself..." she turned to the other men. "If your friends don't mind."
She heard a general laugh, and one of the men tapped Rhett on the shoulder.
"Come on, Butler, the lady wants to dance, don't keep her waiting."
Rhett seemed to ignore them. He fixed his gaze on Scarlett.
"Of course, dear. As many dances as you want," he offered her his hand, and they headed to the dance floor.
Scarlett staggered slightly a few times. As they walked through the hall, she caught Rhett's attention.
"Scarlett, how much champagne have you drunk?" he looked slightly worried.
"Oh Rhett, don't start this... just a few glasses, I'm very confident on my feet," she replied, although the room was spinning a little before her eyes.
The music started, and Rhett waltzed her around. It was a completely unfamiliar melody, but it made Scarlett go back to the pre-war time when she danced at balls and everyone wanted to get a place in her ballroom card. She thought of that first waltz she had danced with Rhett in Atlanta. Then he paid $150 to dance with her, she had no idea that he would become her husband. She suddenly laughed.
"What's so funny, Scarlett? Share it with me," Rhett asked.
"Oh, it's nothing... I just remembered how you paid $150 for our dance," she replied.
"It was a very good investment. I can assure you."
"Well, now you seem to be paying a lot more for it... " she laughed again at her slightly silly joke.
She looked at Rhett, whose face was so close that she could see the wrinkles around his eyes. He didn't seem to share her laughter, but after a second, he did.
"That's very well said, dear. But you know, I don't do anything for nothing, and I also expect a lot from these investments..." he said mysteriously, smiling.
The champagne she'd drunk had kept Scarlett from fully understanding what he was talking about.
"What are you..."
"It's okay, Scarlett, I think you'll know about this sooner or later..."
Scarlett wanted to contradict him. She was annoyed by his riddles. But the music ended and a man approached them. It was someone Rhett had introduced her to a few days ago. It was his friend, with whom they had broken the blockade together. His name was Roger Mills or something. He was almost as tall as Rhett, with piercing green eyes, and when he entered a room, all the women, without exception, paid attention to him.
"Ronald...I didn't expect to see you here tonight," Rhett greeted him, and Scarlett noted that his name was Ronald after all.
"I happened to be here by accident, but since I'm here, may I ask your wife to dance?" He looked at Scarlett and gave her his most charming smile.
Rhett looked at Scarlett questioningly, and she nodded. She couldn't resist dancing with such a handsome man. It made her feel like the country's top beauty again.
"Well, if my wife doesn't mind, then of course," he handed Scarlett's hand to Ronald. "But I'm warning you... I'll keep an eye on you. I don't want that story in Nassau to happen again in our lives..."
"Don't worry, I've learned my lesson, your pearl will be safe with me."
Rhett left the dance floor and disappeared into another room, and Ronald whirled Scarlett into a new waltz circle.
"You look beautiful today, Scarlett. Once again, I curse the fate that Butler met you first..."
Oh, this man knew exactly what he had to say to a woman to melt her heart, but Scarlett focused on something else.
"That's very flattering of you, Ronald, but what was the story behind Nassau?" she asked curiously.
"Oh, that was very funny. One day I met a charming woman, but as it turned out, very much... a flighty lady. We spent a lot of time together. Many wonderful days, and especially nights..." he remarked dreamily.
"Ronald!" said Scarlett indignantly. "You forget you're talking to a lady."
"Oh. Forgive my rudeness, I spend too much time at sea and sometimes forget my manners. So, we spent a lot of time together, and one day in the city, I met Rhett. He... Forgive me, Scarlett, for the interruptions. He told me, with enthusiasm, about a woman he met there a few months ago and their time together. And after a while, he found us together, and it turned out that it was the same woman. We were both very drunk, and Rhett almost shot me then, I don't know what stopped him. But he promised that I would get shot in the head next time when I try to take his woman away..."
Scarlett wouldn't be interested in this story at all if it weren't for one nuance...
"And that was during the blockade? A few years ago?" she asked.
"That's right. We all went there from time to time to 'catch our breath,'"
"It was a very interesting story..."
So at the time Rhett visited her in Atlanta, he had another woman somewhere in Nassau, or maybe somewhere else. She knew, of course, that he wasn't leading the life of a monk, and his connection to Watling proved it. But Scarlett felt a little uncomfortable with what Ronald had told her. She decided that she would ask Rhett what kind of woman she was.
Meanwhile, one dance turned to a second, then a third. Scarlett decided to rest and maybe eat something. She stopped in the doorway when she noticed Rhett, who was chatting sweetly with a pretty blonde. They seemed to know each other well enough because they were standing close enough to each other and laughing at some joke.
At one point, Scarlett saw the woman put her hand in the crook of his elbow, and Rhett didn't even do anything to shake her off. It was unheard of. A woman touched a man in public who was not her husband, moreover, he was the husband of another woman.
Unknown feelings rose inside her. Until that moment, Scarlett could not fully understand them. But her whole being opposed to any woman touching her husband.
The blonde saw Scarlett in the doorway. She lowered her hand and said something to Rhett, who looked at her. Scarlett tried to put on as nonchalant an expression as possible and headed toward them.
"Rhett, you left me with Ronald for so long... I thought you'd forgotten about me. Although it's not difficult to do it in such a company," she sang sweetly, looking at the woman next to her.
Scarlett saw Rhett studying her, and as if he had found what he was looking for on her face, he smiled brightly at her.
"Never, but I knew for sure that leaving you with him would be safer than in the company of any other man here. And Margaret distracted me a bit..." He turned to the blonde.
"Margaret, this is my wife, Scarlett... Scarlett, this is Margaret, my old friend."
The blonde smiled sweetly at Scarlett, holding out her hand, and she had to shake it in return.
"Nice to finally meet you, Scarlett, Rhett has talked a lot about you." She seemed friendly.
Now that Scarlett was standing close enough to her, she could take a closer look at the woman. At first, she thought it was a young girl, but now Scarlett could see that she was in her thirties, maybe around that. But she had fine, regular features, and her lively gray eyes were watching Scarlett intently.
"It's always a pleasure for me to meet my husband's friends. Unfortunately, Rhett didn't tell me anything about you. Have you known each other for a long time?" Scarlett asked Margaret this question, but Rhett answered for her.
"Almost ten years..."
"We met in England, and when Rhett was there, we saw each other a lot..." she finished.
Scarlett's brain was racing, trying to process the information. This woman was too casual in Rhett's company. And did that mean they were having an affair? Of course, she would never dare to ask such a thing out loud. But anyway, Scarlett didn't like the presence of this woman there.
"Scarlett, would you like some champagne?" Rhett asked, distracting her from her thoughts.
"Yes, I won't refuse," she replied automatically.
"Then I'll get it," and with that, he left them alone.
And it seems that at that moment the atmosphere between the two women changed. Scarlett was ready to seize the moment and go on the offensive.
"So, what's your connection to my husband, Margaret?" asked Scarlett bluntly.
"Oh, you are a straightforward woman, just like Rhett said. Well, then I suppose I can be as straightforward with you. We were lovers..."
This shocked Scarlett so much that she even took a step back. She didn't know what shocked her more. Was it that Margaret didn't hesitate to tell her about it? Or, that she didn't hesitate to say it out loud?
"I'm sorry, Scarlett, I got the impression that you realized that Rhett and I were more than friends even before that moment. I saw that you were watching us," Margaret replied.
"How dare you even talk to me about such a thing, don't they teach good manners in England?" Scarlett was indignant.
"Things are a little simpler there than they are in the South, dear. May I call you that? I don't want you to think that there's anything between us right now. Our romance ended a long time ago and we remained good friends, Scarlett."
To Scarlett, everything this woman was saying was simply unheard of. She had never imagined that a well-mannered woman could behave like this.
"I'm sorry, Margaret, but I don't want to discuss this. I'm not interested in that at all. I'm sorry..."
She didn't wait for Rhett and left the room, heading somewhere. On the way, she met a servant bringing champagne and took two glasses from his tray at once, emptying them almost immediately. She didn't even care if anyone saw her or not. It was enough for her to have Belle Watling looming in front of her face in Atlanta, as well and here she had to meet one of his mistresses. It was too much.
Scarlett couldn't understand why it bothered her so much. She wanted to know if they had been together on his last trip to England, before their wedding, or not, and how long they had been dating. And Rhett went to England during the war too, maybe he spent time with her too. At some point, the thought crossed her mind that she was jealous of this woman, but she quickly put it out of her mind.
That was absurd. Why would she be jealous of Rhett Butler for this woman, or Watling, or anyone else? She didn't love him enough to be jealous of anyone. He has to be a faithful husband, that's the right thing to do. He promised. Yes, that's right, she wouldn't let him make a fool of her.
While she had this internal dialogue, the champagne hit her harder. She never had time to eat, and now she couldn't stand. She sat down in a chair, trying to catch her breath and recover a little.
"Scarlett..." She heard Rhett's voice in the distance. "Scarlett, what happened? Where did you go? I couldn't find you anywhere."
He crouched down in front of her, forcing her to look into his eyes.
"Are you drunk?"
"And you're the last scoundrel to introduce me to your MISTRESSES without hesitation." She said the last word deliberately loudly to annoy him.
"Darling, keep your voice down. We'll be the topic of local gossip tomorrow," he said calmly as if her words hadn't affected him at all.
"Well, let it be... I don't care," she said stubbornly.
"Maybe tonight, but not tomorrow morning, so let's pick you up and take you to the carriage. I think it's time for us to go back to the hotel."
Rhett gently put his arm around her waist and lifted her to her feet.
"We need to say goodbye to the hosts of the evening, it's not polite to leave like that..." insisted Scarlett.
"I'll do it myself after I put you in the carriage...Let's go..."
In fact, Scarlett wasn't so drunk that she couldn't move on her own or figure out what was going on. Rather, the champagne made her more talkative and relaxed. And all the way to the hotel, she wondered what exactly Rhett found so attractive about those women.
All the way to the hotel, in the carriage, Scarlett's brain was working feverishly despite the amount of champagne she had drunk. It seemed to her that wherever they went, she would always meet women with whom Rhett had once had an affair and it drove her crazy. She had to prove to him that she was better than all of them. And an idea popped into her drunken brain, which would never have agreed to appear there with a sober head.
Scarlett wouldn't even be able to do that. She thought that maybe she should ask Rhett about what he would like from her in bed. Maybe that way she could show him that she was no worse than the others. At first, she was horrified by such thoughts, but she was Scarlett O'Hara, and even the Yankees didn't stop her, which was Rhett in comparison. She nodded and smiled at her plan. She was oblivious to Rhett, who had been watching her from the other end of the carriage.
"What are you up to, darling?" he asked casually, smoking a cigar.
"Nothing, Rhett, just thinking about tonight," she replied, hoping her lie would be convincing."
"Really? Well, let's assume that I believed you," he replied and did not ask her any more questions.
Upon entering the bedroom, Scarlett immediately went to the mirror, took off her heavy earrings, and slowly began to untangle her hairstyle. She breathed a sigh of relief when she was able to let her hair down. Picking up a brush, Scarlett began to comb her hair as always, counting down a hundred strokes of the brush, and heard Rhett enter the room.
"Do you want me to help you?" he asked.
She didn't understand why he liked doing it so much, but he had been brushing her hair very often in recent days. More often in the morning than in the evening, but tonight she did not want to refuse him.
She silently handed him the comb and moved over so that he could have sat next to her. Rhett began to gently brush through her hair, putting her in a kind of trance. She only woke up when she felt a kiss behind her ear, then on her neck, and then on her shoulder.
"You still haven't taken off your dress. Do you want me to do this?" she heard a passionate whisper in her ear.
Oh, she already knew where this was going to lead. But it even played into her hands.
"Please," she replied softly and stood with her back to him.
But before he could unhook her dress, she turned and bit his lips in a passionate kiss. Scarlett didn't fully understand what was happening to her. And she had never taken the initiative in these matters before. But for some reason, it was vital for her to prove to him and, most importantly, to herself that she was no worse than the women he had. She wanted him to dream of her being the best.
Rhett didn't hesitate to return her kiss, hugging her so tightly that the buttons of his vest pressed into her corset. She ran her hands through his hair, trying to pull him as close as possible. Hesitantly, she explored his mouth with her tongue, as he always did, drawing moans from him. But at some point, they had to pull away from each other to get some air, and she saw Rhett's surprised face.
"Don't say anything if you want to laugh at me or say something nasty. You'd better shut up," she said quickly, not even letting him say a word.
"I wasn't going to," he whispered hoarsely. "I'm pleasantly surprised by your fervor, darling. And I'd like to continue if you don't mind."
He tried to pull her back into the kiss, but she pulled away slightly but did not come out of his arms. Scarlett began to untie his tie, concentrating on her work and not daring to look him in the eye.
"Rhett...I've been thinking... you always... well, you always do so much to make me feel good..." she blushed, still trying not to look at him. "And I thought maybe I could do something for you?"
She felt him stop breathing, and then she saw him swallow hard and looked up at him. She could have laughed if she hadn't been so embarrassed. Because he looked comical like he couldn't believe what she was saying.
"What?" he whispered.
"Well, I mean, you probably have some kind of fantasy or something.… I'm not very experienced in all this, but I could try..."
She saw his pupils dilate in the candlelight, and his breathing became ragged.
"Would you really like to try something?" he asked incredulously as if he was looking for a trick in her words.
She nodded and lowered her eyes. This scene made her feel uncomfortable.
He jerked her toward him and pounced on her with a kiss even more intense than before, their tongues intertwined, trying to fight for dominance. But he pulled away as suddenly as he had started the kiss and turned her around behind him.
"If you don't like something, please tell me right away and I'll stop..." he whispered.
This phrase made her knees go weak, what did he want to do, and what did he ask for such a thing? Maybe she shouldn't have suggested it. But Scarlett wasn't the type to back down, so she nodded. And she felt how he began to quickly take off her clothes, and when she was left in only one chemise, he slowly led her to the bed. She made a move to climb onto the bed, but Rhett stopped her.
"No... not yet." She trembled at the tone of his voice.
She couldn't see him because he was still standing behind her, but she could hear the desire in his voice, a timbre she had already learned to recognize unmistakably. His hands were on her neck and slowly slid lower, down her shoulders and arms, taking her chemise with him until it lay in a puddle at her feet.
Her heart was racing from not knowing what would happen next. But her whole body was in anticipation of his touch.
"Bend over the bed..." she heard Rhett's voice.
At first, she didn't understand what he wanted and stood there, staring at the bed.
"Scarlett?" His voice brought her out of her stupor.
She slowly walked to the edge of the bed and slid her hands over the satin coverlet, lying down so that her chest and stomach touched the cool fabric, which sent goosebumps through her body while her feet still touched the floor.
"Now spread your legs wide..."
Scarlett stopped breathing. She couldn't believe she had agreed to this. She could only imagine what she looked like. If she did as Rhett said now, he would be able to see everything…
And she did as he asked, slowly spreading her legs and waiting. Scarlett heard the rustle of clothes, and then light footsteps in her direction. She felt his big hands stroking her thighs, making slow, soothing circles, and then his fingers stroked her right between her thighs, and she moaned, arching towards him. Her body moved involuntarily in time with his hand.
Rhett often stroked her, and in some cases, she could feel his fingers inside her, making these magnificent movements. He taught her not to be ashamed of it, and he seemed to enjoy doing it with her. She couldn't figure out what was so pleasant about it for him, but every time, he seemed to get some kind of pleasure too.
Scarlett buried her face in the blanket, which muffled her moans, she felt a wave of pleasure that approached her and did not even immediately realize when Rhett removed his hand. She groaned in frustration and heard his soft laugh.
"Rhett..." she moaned indignantly.
"Hush, honey. You'll feel even better now, I promise."
And Scarlett felt his lips leave a wet kiss under her knee, and then he lightly bit her buttock, making her twitch. But she didn't have time to protest because the next second his lips were right between her thighs. She jerked away, but Rhett grabbed her, holding her in place.
"Rhett! How are you... what are you doing?" She raised her head, trying to turn around and look at him, but it was impossible in this position. She tried to squeeze her legs, but he held them too tightly.
"You asked about my fantasy... it is, or rather a part of it..." She could hear the smile in his voice, which made her even angrier.
"Is this your fantasy? You... you... tried to kiss me... oh God, I can't call THAT a kiss. Well, whatever it is... THERE."
"And you didn't even let me taste it..."
"Taste it? Holy saints... you must let me go, Rhett, you can't do this..."
He didn't seem to be listening to her because he ran his nose right between her folds, catching something that sent sparks through her body, and she moaned.
"You smell so good. Let me try you. …I promise, I won't hurt you, just feel good. I promise, if you don't like it, I'll stop. Don't you like how I do it with my fingers?"
"Yes, but..." She didn't understand anything anymore, she wanted to prove to him and to herself that she had to. But this… " Try me…Rhett is so vulgar..." She tried to stand up again, and this time he didn't hold her anymore.
She stood up and could finally see him. He was on his knees, his hair was disheveled, and his chest was heaving with heavy breathing, he managed to take off his clothes and his… She saw it twitching. It was the first time she had dared to look at Rhett when he was naked. It worried her more than she thought it would. When she looked at his manhood... it was big and hard, and the sight of it made her even wetter than she was before. She licked her lips involuntarily and heard Rhett moan.
It wasn't new to her, all these feelings that overwhelmed her at such moments with him. Even Ashley hadn't awakened in her anything even close to what Rhett had done to her. Her whole body tingled, and she felt a shiver of anticipation. She always responded to his touch, as if her body knew without her knowledge what it should give Rhett and what she would receive in return.
"Is that really what you want?" It was a stupid question, but she still didn't understand why he wanted it.
"More than you can imagine," he whispered.
His eyes roamed over her body, lingering on her breasts and between her thighs, and then returning to her breasts, repeating it over and over again.
It seemed that he was somewhere far away in his thoughts or fantasies. Because at some point his eyes closed and he took a deep breath. His hand on his knee twitched and then clenched into a fist as if he was fighting with himself. And then he took it in his hand... she needed to find words for this part of his body that so embarrassed her and at the same time so attracted to her.
He started stroking himself right in front of her and wasn't embarrassed at all, Rhett even opened his eyes and looked right at her, distracting her from what she was watching now.
"Rhett!" She caught herself. "What are you doing? Stop this immediately..."
Scarlett tried to look him in the eye, but her gaze still fell on his hips.
"I'm sorry, darling, I need a little... friction, let's say..." he ran it from the base to the tip once more and stopped. "But I can continue if you want, it seems like you're interested."
Scarlett blushed and looked away.
"Not at all...I just..." she didn't know what to say, as always in their verbal battles with Rhett, he always caught her on something, and she always lost to him and was angry about it. She didn't want any of that tonight. "I was just enjoying the view..." she muttered and blushed again.
"I'll do it for you again, anytime you want." He grinned at her, and she opened her mouth in shock, not knowing what to say.
She squeezed her legs together harder, still feeling aroused. Scarlett was sure that she had left a wet trail on the bedspread, all the while pressing herself against the edge of the bed. Her movement did not go unnoticed by Rhett, and he fidgeted, still kneeling. But he didn't try to move or even force her to do anything, he waited, even though his face said something completely different.
She could see the impatience and the insane excitement, but he continued to sit humbly on his knees, allowing her to examine him. And when Scarlett looked into his eyes and saw a crazy desire there, she turned around and lay back on the bed, spreading her legs as they were before and slightly lifting her hips. He let her make a choice about what she wanted, and she made it.
From that moment on, she was lost. His lips returned to her most secret place again. Only now he was using his tongue as well. He stroked and circled, paying special attention to some places. Then, his tongue slid inside and mimicked his fingers. Only it was gentler and softer, his hands gently squeezing and massaging her buttocks, and Scarlett could do nothing but moan his name repeatedly.
She could already feel the approaching wave of release that his movements brought. And with every swipe of his tongue, it was getting closer. At one point, the tension became so intense, and the next, waves of heat covered her, rising from her very center to her hair, and Scarlett moaned contentedly, finally relaxing on the bed.
Rhett didn't give her a break, filling her with one quick thrust that made her moan again. This pose was different, and Scarlett thought for a moment that they were doing it like animals on a plantation, which made her feel uncomfortable, but the sensations that his thrusts brought were incredible. He penetrated deeper and sharper, which made her inner walls involuntarily shrink, but it still seemed to Scarlett that it was not enough. Her body wanted more, she needed him to be closer, deeper.…
"Rhett... please... please..." she turned her head.
"What's my sweet?" he moaned without stopping his movement.
"More, please, more..." she whispered.
He didn't answer but only lifted one of her legs so that her knee rested on the bed and now she was balancing on one leg and lifting her hips towards him. But Rhett wasn't going to let her fall. Or, change her position. This gave him the chance to slip deeper. And for the first time, Scarlett heard the moans he could make, hoarse and guttural, interrupted by the whisper of her name.
But there was only one thing she needed to know.
"Rhett... please tell me that you like it, please tell me..."
As if her life depended on his answer now, for her it would mean that she was better than the ones he had before, that maybe this way she could keep him away from other women.
He leaned over her, bracing his hands on the mattress and whispering in her ear.
"This is the best thing that has happened to me, darling."
He licked her behind the ear, and then, to Scarlett's surprise, he pulled her by the hair, forcing her to arch harder against his thrusts. It was a madness in which she voluntarily took part and, moreover, enjoyed everything he did to her. When his thrusts became more chaotic, she already knew that the end was approaching and felt his hand between her legs. It took him a few finger movements to throw her over the edge and follow her after a few seconds.
