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! ; )
The water on the stove was boiling in earnest and I offered Thomas one of the hot pads. He took it, smiling eagerly and we lifted the huge pot of boiling hot water and carried it to the tub. I leaned away from the heavy steam as we poured it in, warming the water that already half filled the tub. Thomas removed his jacket and I watched, my need already rising hot inside my body, as he unbuttoned his shirt, slid it over his broad shoulders and let it drop to the floor.
He smiled wickedly at the desire in my eyes and moved closer to me, undoing the buttons of my dress with skilled fingers. He moved the dress over my shoulders and I let it, too, fall to the ground. He turned me around slowly with his hands and untied my corset and I breathed in deeply as it began to spread open a bit. He slid his fingers up under its edges, running them over my damp chemise, and the contrast of cool and heat against the cloth caused me to shudder. My body flowed with desire as he turned me again to face him, reaching to undo the tiny buttons at the front.
He looked into my eyes deeply, taking his time and moving his hands softly over my breasts above my corset and I gasped in anticipation as I felt a chill run through me as he gently removed it from my hot flesh. I lifted my arms and my chemise disappeared quickly over my head.
His eyes gazed hungrily at my breasts and then moved lower as he reached to untie the string of my drawers. He squatted easily and slid them down my legs, running his hands along my naked skin all the way down, making my knees shake uncontrollably.
He stood and led me to the edge of the tub and I stepped in, sighing as the warm water came into contact with my skin. I sank down into the tub gratefully, closing my eyes and enjoying the combination of pleasing sensations that were flowing through me.
He washed me from head to toe, taking his time, his eyes devouring every inch of my body as he went. He used my lilac-scented soap and oils, sliding his hands along my body and I gasped when he slipped them up under my legs, moving his hands so close to -- and then away. He washed my feet and I smiled as he closed his eyes as he took the time to kiss each toe softly.
He moved closer and looked deep into my eyes as he covered his hands completely with soap and then began moving them softly over my breasts. My eyes grew wide and I opened my mouth as my body cried out for him. He frowned and swallowed then moved his hands lower, over my stomach and even further down. I gasped as he touched my hair and then went deeper yet, spreading my legs gently and washing me.
I leaned back, allowing him to touch me, and I moaned loudly when he began moving his fingers intimately against me as he had done with his mouth the night before. He smiled and moved in slow agonizing circles over that place that I had not known existed before. I protested when he stopped, but then watched with ever-growing anticipation as he quickly moved to rid himself of the rest of his clothing. My breath caught when I saw that he was already hard and ready for me again and I rose to my shakily knees, making room for him as he entered the tub.
My body was begging for his touch and we knelt facing each other our eyes filled with desire as he moved his hands gently down, separating my legs and pressing up into me with his fingers. He stroked me softly and I writhed against his hand, no longer afraid of what was to come, but longing for it, begging him for release.
When I was very close, he urged me back against the edge of the tub and moved his body between my legs drawing me up onto him, moaning and crushing my mouth with his as he entered me. His hardness filled me along with the warmth of the water and I murmured against his mouth, burying my fingers in his hair.
He was hard and hot and so incredibly strong, and the pleasure rose higher in my body as I grew closer and closer to the inevitable and wonderful end that I knew now would come. I wrapped my legs around him tightly, as his rhythm grew stronger and faster, as his rasping breaths came more quickly, and I closed my eyes memorizing every delicious moment of it.
Our bodies worked with and against one another and we both cried out in pleasure as we moved up together, so high -- and then crashed together over the edge.
We trembled and convulsed together and I felt the involuntary contractions inside my own body as his pulsated deep inside it.
He groaned loudly and slid back into the tub, lying back in the warmth of the water, smiling contently and adjusting me on top of him. His eyes were closed and I marveled at his hard and incredibly handsome face, his long dark lashes lying softly over his cheeks, his usually dark and furrowed brow now relaxed as he rested.
For one terrible moment, my heart careened deep down into a terrible darkness as I let down my guard -- remembering that he would soon be gone -- but I closed my eyes and forced it back into the depths of my mind.
When I opened my eyes again he was watching me, concerned, questioning, and I smiled bravely as I placed my mouth over his, making a vow to myself to kiss him so utterly and completely that he would never forget me.
My eyes were closed and I was lost to the world around me, completely absorbed in my task of giving him pleasure. I took my time, tasting him, touching him and memorizing every dark corner of his wet, hot mouth. I moved my tongue deeply, passionately against his, mimicking the rhythm that I had learned as his body had moved inside mine.
It took me several minutes to realize that he had moved us to a sitting position, that his hands were buried painfully in my hair and that he was moaning very loudly against my mouth. I blinked and was shocked to note that my own body had been rocking seductively back and forth against his and I was amazed to see that he was completely hard again.
He growled softly and stood, trembling, reaching out and taking a towel with which he covered my body. My eyes were heavy with desire as he stepped out of the tub and lifted me effortlessly into his arms and carried me to my bedroom. It was very dark, but he did not seem to have any trouble seeing and we ascended the stairs quickly.
The bedroom window allowed the light of the moon's glow to paint our insatiable bodies pale shades of blue and grey and I marveled at the curving veins and rippling muscles of his strong arms and neck as he placed me gently on the bed.
His beauty was almost overwhelming to me as he moved carefully over me, trembling, and hoarsely begged me, "Elizabeth -- please -- kiss me like that again... like you did downstairs..."
I groaned and pulled his mouth to mine, running my tongue smoothly along his lips and in over his teeth. He tasted wonderful and soft moans of pure ecstasy were continually on my lips as I consumed his mouth as if it were some exotic and delicious food.
He spoke again against my lips, murmuring quiet words that I could barely understand, "... smell -- so beautiful..." I wanted to hear him and I pulled away for a moment, but he groaned, his eyes filled with passion and pain. "Never stop -- God! Please, don't ever stop kissing me."
His pleas drove me wild with desire and I pushed him back roughly, rolling him over onto his back, straddling him and recapturing his mouth roughly with mine. As we reached new heights of passion it seemed perfectly natural to slide back and press my aching body down and onto his hardness.
He shook violently as I moved wildly up and down on top of him, my body and my tongue keeping perfect rhythm with one another. I was like a thing possessed and I ripped his seed from his body as surely as I dragged the shocked scream from his throat as he plunged up into my body, shuddering uncontrollably between my legs.
I was almost there and I could not stop my moving over him, he watched, amazed, as I sought to take my own pleasure from his body, frustrated that he was now still. He rolled me onto my back and mounted me, pressing everything he had left into me and watching my face in wonder as I moved under him, grasping desperately for release. But his body was no longer hard and frustration was rising within me as I fought to quench the aching need in my body.
Thomas reached down and took one of my hands, drawing it down toward my own body and I protested loudly when I understood what he wanted me to do. He licked his lips and nodded, his dark hungry eyes urging me to touch myself. "It's alright," he whispered hoarsely into my ear.
My need was incredibly strong and he moved my hand under his, rubbing softly and pressing my own fingers deeply into myself. I moaned as I finally felt the terrible need being met and then he smiled wickedly and drew his hand away. "Please Thomas," I begged, but he only shook his head and chuckled softly against my heated flesh.
My body arched involuntarily up into his as he took one of my breasts into his mouth, growling softly and running his hands slowly over my stomach and then down further to the hair next to my hand, caressing and rubbing. He opened his mouth and flicked his hot strong tongue slowly over my hardened nipple and smiled wickedly as I proceeded to completely fall apart under him.
He moved my fingers against that delicious spot again and the fire of his mouth against my breast and his hands on my body forced me to realize that I had no choice. I muttered angrily and began cautiously moving my hand over myself, my confused mind at war with the pleasure my own hand was invoking.
"Give in to it..." he spoke hoarsely in my ear, causing me to groan in pleasure. "Let yourself enjoy it... God! You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen... "
I opened my panting mouth as I began to shake violently and I heard him chuckling softly into my ear as my body rose higher and higher. "Let go of it, Elizabeth."
He took my breast into his mouth again and began sucking and drawing back hard on my nipple. That and the heat of his body and hands on my skin and the fire between my legs finally combined into an exquisite crescendo that tore a scream from my throat that easily matched his earlier one in volume and intensity.
I lay shuddering, gasping against him, and burying my face in his neck shyly, as he softly stroked his hand over the hair between my legs, tenderly soothing the incredible fire that had raged there moments before. I moaned, rocking my still shaking body up into his touch.
He laughed quietly and I lashed out, striking him on the chest, "What?" he asked teasingly. "I told you that I had more to teach you, didn't I?" He moved and met my ferocious glare with eyes sparkling merrily.
He regarded me for a moment, them became serious. "Now you will be able to do that any time you feel the need," he said softly, and when I blushed he leaned down and kissed my lips tenderly.
I knew then that surely he was the most wonderful and selfless man I would ever know.
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