Page 12 of Love, Will

She sighed and shook her head from side to side, slowly. “Are you going to kiss me now, Will?”

“Yes,” I replied and jumped at her lips. I grabbed her face slowly in my hands, making sure not to hold her too tight, but enough so she could not escape, and pressed my lips against hers as softly as I could. My mouth kept pressing and pressing until our lips intertwined and I tasted her. I stayed a few seconds longer and then I let go, slowly.

We both smiled.

“I need to go now. I must finish a bonnet today. It is for one of my cousins,” she excused herself while walking through her garden.

“Can we do this again?” I eagerly asked.

“Find me tomorrow afternoon,” her voice echoed as she closed the door.

This is how our story developed. I started calling on her once or twice a week until I turned it into a habit to see her after every delivery I made. She would wait for me at her window or in her garden, unashamedly sipping chamomile tea while admiring her newest buds or sometimes, if I was lucky, she had a pie or some pastry hot and ready for my arrival. I seldomly went into the house, as she was alone most of the time and I wanted to fully respect the terms of an official courtship, but after three weeks of visits, I arrived later than planned and found her waiting for me at her window.

I still remember that evening and I will not deny it, it was one of the happiest memories I have as a young man, the first time I learnt about carnal pleasures and what it felt like to be inside a woman. One of my students fell ill earlier that week and his recovery, although complete, left a strain on his mind, which led to him being less attentive and less witty during our classes. Because of it, I finished a few hours later that day, giving his mind the time it needed to converse some Latin.

Which led me late home, which consequently made me late for deliveries and so, to Anne. I normally called upon her no later than five in the afternoon, but that evening the clock was striking eight when I arrived. Even through the late hour, she waited by her window, watching the road and, I hoped, looking out for me.

There was no chamomile tea this time. The crisp evening made her choose a glass of red wine that stained her lips with a blood-like curvy line. When she saw me, Anne opened the window and gave me access to taste those lips and their subtle notes of berry wine.

“You are late, mister.” She frowned.

“I am sorry, Albert was not feeling well so we couldn’t finish in time,” I replied with innocence. “But I still came to see my lovely Anne.”

I spotted something different in her eyes, as if she made an important decision just then. Anne closed her window, forcing me to take a step back to avoid my head being hit by the wood. I saw her leaving the room. Why was she doing that? Was she that infuriated by my lateness that she would just abandon me in the garden at night?

Immediately, the door opened, and Anne appeared on the doorstep, smiling. I was too young back then to understand the silent invitation in a woman’s eyes when she opened the door upon a man with that kind of smile. But I found out soon enough. Seeing that I didn’t move or take a step towards the door, she came after me and grabbed my hand in hers, proceeding to pull me inside the house and into her bedroom.

“Anne,” I could only mumble, mesmerized.

“Will,” she answered and started kissing me. We were in her bedroom, in her house, alone. I didn’t need more clarification than that. Though I shivered slightly and did not know how to remove a woman’s dress, she was patient and helpful.

Anne first took the bonnet off herself, releasing the long hair over her shoulders and then took off my coat, vest and lastly, shirt, my torso laid naked in front of her. Not knowing what else to do, I admired her while she undressed herself.

I had seen bosoms before, while playing in the cornfield with other girls. I even touched and licked them, but none were as hefty as Anne’s. They looked wide, robust, and the nipples hung like dates that wanted to be chewed on. So I did just that. I completely forgot about her mouth, a territory I already had the chance to explore for the past three weeks, and took her breasts in my hands.

I needed to cup them from below; they were so generous, they almost escaped my palms and I bent over to taste one. I licked around, taking in the salty taste of her skin, gently kissing and caressing with my tongue, until I got to the nipples, hard and expectant, so I started slowly biting and chewing on them.

Anne moaned, and in that moment, passion rose inside my veins and I felt myself rising. I was ready for her, ready to be inside her, and my body ached with desire.

I spotted the bed only a few steps to the left, so I continued to bite on her nipples while slowly stepping towards it, pushing her body along with mine. When we reached it, I lay her gently on the mattress and laid on top of her, pushing my hard desire towards her thighs. She felt me, all hard and ready, and moaned again. I loved the sound of her; it made me explode with want.

It was time to proceed towards the fruit of that desire. I was like a bee who desperately wanted to be inside the flower and feed on its sweet taste so I eagerly touched her thighs and pulled on her petticoat, looking up at her for approval. Her smile sealed all the confirmation I needed, and I undressed Anne completely, laying her flower bare in front of me.

I couldn’t stop staring at it, so full and red, bursting with desire, inviting me to go inside. I brushed my fingers on her curly hairs, playing with the roots, drawing circles that took me lower and lower, towards the lips I didn’t get the chance to kiss before. I brushed my fingers against them and felt their softness; they were so red, palping with desire. My hand continued to draw circles and lines, playing and tempting Anne, as much as an inexperienced young man could.

I knew I must be doing something right as her moans became more persistent. When I finished playing, my fingers were completely soaked. I knew this was a sign that my lover was ready and willing to have me inside of her. So I took off my pants, very uncomfortable at first to show the whole of myself to her, but when she saw how hard I was, she grabbed me in her palm with determination and pulled me over.

“Reach inside me,” she pleaded, and the only thing my body wanted was to listen to her words. I slowly laid on top of her, balancing my body with my arms and tried to fit the point where I knew something must open for me to go inside her. It took me a few attempts, but then I felt her opening, her body splitting for me to come in, offering a tight and warm wetness. So welcoming, as though I had waited my whole life to do just that.

Anne groaned and grabbed my shoulders. “Slowly,” she said. “It hurts.”

I was paralyzed for a moment, not knowing if I should carry on or stop, so I made unhurried and subtle movements while caressing her breasts and kissing them. After a few seconds, I found myself completely submerged inside her, obsessed with the tight warmth her core offered me. I stayed there for a while, giving us both time to get used to each other until Anne kissed me and nodded.

She was ready for me to continue, so I pulled back slowly and stopped, then changed direction and continued to go deeper, pulled back again only to go even deeper. After a few seconds, I was thrusting fast and hard into her while she was moaning and pulling my hair. From time to time I looked into her eyes, searching for confirmation that it was fine for me to continue, but when I saw her grabbing the bed frame, I understood that the sounds she made were not pain, but enjoyment.

I continued to pump deep into her, thrusting and pushing so hard into that newly unveiled sensation that the bed started to imitate our movements and lean with us back and forth. Something inside my lower abdomen charged. I felt an energy in my belly that grew to the point where it had to explode, so I stopped and whimpered, letting that desire spill inside her womb. We gazed at each other, both panting and tired, and smiled.

This is how Anne and I spent our evenings for the next few months. I would arrive late and sneak through the window, fill her with pleasure and leave before sunrise. It was probably the best point in our relationship; we were both young and in love and so eager to satisfy each other that embracing or reaching an orgasm seemed the most important thing in the world. Until November came and with it, Anne’s demand for marriage.

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