Disclaimer: They are not mine, they are NOT mine, they are SO not mine! Sigh.
Dedication: This story is dedicated to Lady T for filling in for me, for putting up with my oddities and for going above and beyond the call of duty. The girl is a saint! ; )
He consumed my mouth with his and his hands moved gently in my hair removing pins and releasing what was left of my damp, disheveled curls from their perch atop my head. He ran his fingers deeply into my hair, drawing me in closer with every touch.
The need in my body was incredibly strong and I moaned deeply into his mouth, meeting his passion with my own nearly overwhelming desire. Fascinated by him, I explored the points of his two sharp teeth with my tongue while my hands sought to memorize the contours of his back and shoulders.
Mere moments before we had both completely taken leave of our senses, he pulled himself away from my reluctant, protesting mouth and placed his forehead gently against mine.
Thunder vibrated almost continuously from a long way off as he fought to regain control of himself. His chest heaved and his voice was hoarse as he begged me to listen. "Please, Elizabeth -- Please! -- There is something you must know. Something you must understand before... "
I swallowed and nodded, my eyes closed, dreading the words I knew would be coming. He pulled me tight against his chest, stroking my hair with one hand. "My time here is almost finished. I am scheduled to leave in four days, and -- after what took place tonight, I am not sure it will even be that long."
His hands moved to my face and he moved to look deeply into my tear-filled eyes. "It will not be possible for me to return again," he whispered, his chin quivering and his tortured eyes searching mine.
My response was immediate, I had no reservations, and I took him by surprise as I stepped back away from him and reached down to my sides, drawing my chemise slowly up my legs with shaking hands. His eyes grew wide, protesting, as strong trembling hands closed over mine, stopping them and holding them there at my thighs. "Elizabeth, you must understand me..."
"I understand completely," I said softly, my trembling mouth betraying my confident demeanor. "I understand that I have only three nights to fill my mind with enough memories to last me an entire lifetime, and I am not willing to waste one moment of that time!" I met his questioning gaze fiercely. "Are you, Thomas?"
He searched my eyes for only a moment, before he shook his head and released my hands, watching with eyes filled with increasingly dark desire as I slowly lifted my chemise over my head, offering myself to him.
Before he could reach out to take me, I spoke again, struggling desperately to appear sure of myself. "My desire for you has made me bold -- there is something I..."
I hesitated and he urged me to continue, shaking with need and trying to avoid looking down at my body. I swallowed and reached deep within myself for the last bit of courage I could summon. Even so, my voice was breathless as I spoke, "You look at my body with a desire that is so sure of itself, so confident that I hope that you may be able to help me... "
His eyes grew worried, and he took my hands in his. "How can I help you -- is something wrong?"
I closed my eyes, and tried to calm the fear that was welling up in me. It was too late to take back the words. I had started this and he would not be willing to let it go now.
"I have been to afraid to ask before, too afraid to tell anyone -- even my own husband." He urged me on with his eyes, and I continued, despite having lost all of my confidence. I looked down, away from the urgency of his eyes, "The other day on your horse, when my body was so close to yours -- and just now when you were kissing me..."
I waited too long, and he lifted my chin and forced me look to at him. His voice trembled when he spoke. "What are you trying to say Elizabeth?"
I knew no other way to say it and the embarrassing words spilled out of my mouth, "My body hurts so badly that I..." His eyes immediately became worried, so I continued quickly. "I ache so terribly for something -- I cannot explain. There is something that I need and I do not know what it is."
His beautiful dark eyes studied me, he was concerned and I knew that he wanted to help me. "Do you trust me, Elizabeth?" he asked softly. I shook my head yes and he took me gently into his arms and began kissing me slowly, re-igniting the dark flame within me.
It was different than before. He moved his hands slowly, in wide, delicious circles across the naked skin of my back and then down over my rear, gently squeezing and rubbing as he kissed me seductively. The bare, sensitive skin of my breasts moved against the coarse hair of his muscled chest and my abdomen was on fire as he pressed the hardness of his aroused body forcefully into mine and rubbed himself slowly and urgently against the burning skin of my abdomen. I was moaning in pain when he slowly pulled away and looked into my eyes.
He was breathing incredibly hard. "Is it hurting you now, this aching in your body?" he asked, his voice hoarse and filled with desire.
"Yes," I responded breathlessly. "It hurts more than it ever has before." I looked at him, my eyes filled with both agony and hope.
He smiled slightly, a questioning look still in his eyes. "Where does it hurt?" he whispered.
I swallowed and my face blushed scarlet, but I wanted an answer so badly that I stepped back shakily and moved a hand from my breasts, to my abdomen and lower.
His eyes were filled with wonder and desire and a slow, beautiful smile spread across his face.
I gasped as he reached down and picked me up easily, carrying me to the edge of my bed. My heart raced, as I knew that he understood and that he was going to show me. He set me down on my feet there, lifting my chin and asking one last time. "This is the last time I will ask you, are you absolutely certain that this is what you want?"
I nodded. "I have never wanted anything more than I want you." I pulled what was left of his shirt out of his trousers, and his eyes grew dark again with passion as I slowly undid the buttons below his waist.
He bent to remove his trousers and I gently tugged the loose leather tie out of his hair letting it fall in damp heavy curls around his face. His body was beautiful, perfect, without a scar on it, and for a moment I believed that he WAS an angel.
I reached up and entwined my fingers in his long, coarse hair and pulled his mouth to mine. I was eager for him to show me what he knew, to finally meet the need of my aching body.
We devoured each other's mouths, faces and necks and all the while our hands roamed hungrily over each other's bodies. Every new touch was a joy and every new sound that one made drove the other to a higher state of arousal.
He reached out and drew the blankets down out of the way and then gracefully slid into the bed under them, taking my hand with his and bringing me in next to him. I pressed my body in close to his and he smiled wickedly drawing the blankets gently over us and capturing my mouth with his again.
My body was on fire as I moved my mouth over every part of his chest and neck that I could reach, licking and biting his wonderful skin.
He was soon panting loudly in my ear and I gasped sharply as he slid his tongue into it deeply, sending sparks of heat through my already protesting body. His hands moved over my breasts as he continued to press his tongue even more deeply into my ear.
When I cried for mercy he moved down further over my body, licking and biting softly as he went, eventually taking one of my breasts into his hot mouth and moving his tortuous hands over my already burning abdomen. He pressed his fingers deeply into my navel, causing me to writhe in agonizing pleasure. I had never been touched like that before and I thought surely I would die if he did not quench the aching need in my body.
"Please Thomas, I need you -- I need you to..." I gasped and moaned, spreading my trembling legs wider and begging him to come into me. He moved completely over me then, and I pressed my body up into his, believing that surely he would enter me, but instead he moved down further and I cried out in shock and protest when I realized what he meant to do. He looked up between us and met my eyes for just a moment.
"Trust me," he said hoarsely, breathlessly, before he moved his mouth down into the most private and intimate part of my body.
I nearly leapt off of the bed when his hot, wet tongue made contact with my sensitive skin, and my hands took hold of his hair as he sucked softly, groaning and licking that part of me that had never before known the attentions of a man. When he pushed his tongue deep inside me I cried out and began to shake violently and he quickly moved up my body to my mouth again. I smelled and tasted the sweet juices of my own body in his mouth while he kissed me deeply as he entered my body slowly, shaking and groaning loudly above me.
I marveled at his control and, open-mouthed, I panted his name over and over as he clenched his jaw tightly, frowning and moving deep within me, bringing me to an unimaginable height of arousal. His dark, beautiful eyes held mine as he moved in and out of me harder and deeper and I cried out again as I soared up and over the aching pain and felt for the first time the terrible and wonderful pleasure on the other side. My body convulsed uncontrollably under his and I felt him shudder and tighten above me as he groaned and exploded, hot and wet, deep within my body.
We held onto each other tightly, the trembling of our bodies diminishing slowly until we were finally still. Eventually, he drew himself out of me and gently pulled the sheet up between my legs, rubbing his hand between my legs softly. He lay back on the bed next to me drawing me up and onto his chest, where I lay my face against his coarse, curling hair.
I spoke very softly when I finally thought of the right words to say. "I have never known anything so beautiful in all my life." I moved up to look into his eyes and was surprised to see that they were glistening with tears.
His chin quivered with emotion as he hoarsely whispered his reply. "Nor have I, Elizabeth."
It had been a terrible and wonderful night, and we were exhausted. Within minutes we were both sleeping soundly.
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