Page 23 of My Lord
I complied and felt her fingertips on my lips. I didn’t just feel them, I tasted them. I grabbed her wrist and sucked them in, tasting her orgasm. I licked, wanting as much of her as I could. I moaned and opened my eyes. Hers were hooded and I just couldn’t help myself. I walked her backwards to the wall and slammed her against it.
“I want you, now,” I said. I nipped at her neck and she fought to lower her panties. I wrestled with my belt and zip to free myself.
I grabbed one of her thighs and lifted, she guided me into her still wet pussy. I bit down hard on exposed skin and pumped hard. She rose and fell against the wall with every thrust, but I wasn’t deep enough. I grabbed her other thigh and she wrapped her legs around me. Only then was I satisfied. I held her backside, squeezing hard, holding her up until my arms shook. She wrapped her arms around my neck, digging her nails through my shirt, scrunching and tearing it across the back as her arousal peaked. As she came, she cried out and tightened her legs around me, tilting her hips so I could feel her muscles ripple against my cock. I exploded inside her.
It was short, sharp, and oh so sweet. “Fuck,” I said, panting to regulate my breath.
“Yes please, but after we’ve seen your mother, yes?” she wheezed out.
I rested my forehead on hers. “I’m sorry, that was rather abrupt,” I said, gently pulling out and letting her legs down.
“It was perfect. And as forthatconversation, the one we should have had before, we’ll have it later.” For a second I was lost for words, until she made a cradle with her arms.
“Shit!” I said. Having children wasn’t on my agenda.
She patted my cheek and gently kissed my lips. “We’re all good, don’t panic,” she said. “Now I need your restroom again.”
I found a clean shirt recently back from the dry cleaners, and I used the guest toilet to clean up. I met her at the door. She looked crumpled and I chuckled. We headed to the underground car park. I waved to security as I passed the hut and we were soon on our way.
I called Mother as I drove. “Hi, I’m on my way. I was in London and I needed to get my car. Are you okay? Oh, and I have a friend with me.”
“I’m okay, just feeling very foolish. How much of afriendis this friend?” Mother asked.
“A very good friend,” I replied with a smile.
“Then I shall get the good china out. I’ll see you and yourfriendsoon.” She disconnected the call.
“I’ve had quite a fractious relationship with my mother since my father died, but only recently, and I mean within the past month, she’s changed. She had a friend who I assumed lived in the complex but I’m wondering if that’s the conman she’s referring to. It would be a huge gamble on his part if he were, of course. I think my mother believes he’s a distant cousin to the monarchy.”
“Would someone of that standing be a fraudster?” she asked.
I shrugged my shoulders. “I guess so, plenty of Lords in prison,” I said, laughing at the thought.
“Oh, what a super house,” Gabriella said as we made our way up the gravelled drive.
“Not Mother’s, sadly, she has an apartment. A lot of these old mansions were sold off to developers. It's a shame, and one of the reasons I’m pleased Mackenzie wants to see Veronica’s house restored.” I parked the car and helped Gabriella from her seat.
“To think, less than an hour ago you were fucking me against your wall, now I’m meeting your mom.”
“Did I tell you that my life is a little complicated?” I chuckled but then righted myself, it wasn’t the occasion for jokes and flirting.
Mother opened her door and it was clear she had been crying. I couldn’t recall the last time I’d seen her cry. Not even when we buried my father.
She held a handkerchief in her hand and waved it about her face. “Come in, my darlings. It’s a pleasure to meet you…?” She paused so Gabriella could introduce herself. “Gabriella, although I wish the circumstances were different. Have I interrupted your evening? And please call me Henrietta.”
I smirked at Gabriella as she widened her eyes and her mouth formed a perfect O in shock.
I kissed my mother’s cheek. “No, Mother, it’s fine. Now tell me what’s happened.”
As we followed her to her sitting room, Gabriella pinched my side. I grabbed her hand and linked our fingers. As promised, the family china was laid out, and before she spoke Mother bustled off to fill the teapot.
“Is that your crest?” Gabriella asked, studying the tea plate.
“Yes. I was meant to have this when I bought a house, I declined.”
She raised her eyebrows at me. “Why? It’s gorgeous and part of that heritage you are so keen to protect, remember?”
I rolled my eyes in response.
