Page 50 of The Secret Love of a Gentleman
‘We should cease this.’
‘No.’ Her head shook, brushing her damp hair on the filthy wood.
‘It can be nothing more than this.’
‘I know.’ Her eyes were pools of emotions. ‘Just this once. We will not have this chance again.’
She was part naked beneath him and he was half naked above her, and his body shouted for him to progress.
Her hand reached down between them and freed a button that secured his flap. Then another. He caught hold of her hand to stop her freeing the next.
‘Let me. Let us,’ she urged.
He breathed out heavily.I should not.Lust was a drug, it was heady and confusing; it made his blood thick, his skin hot and his mind pulp.
‘There will be no harm done,’ she said. ‘I am not an innocent woman.’
Her words pierced through his chest, but he would not tell her –I am innocent.
‘Let us have this memory,’ she urged again, her hand escaping his and releasing another button, and the next.
He felt conquered. He could not fight this any more. He had no wish to.
Her hand slid into his underwear and wrapped about his erection. He had fantasised about such things since the night of the dance and woken in tangled sweat-dampened sheets.
He lowered his head and kissed her as her hand worked, moving up then down. Her thumb brushed across his tip and his whole body jolted. Then he began working himself into her hand, sliding through her fingers. It became harder to kiss her while he moved.
‘Lower your trousers and underwear,’ she said. ‘They are too wet for me to remove.’
How far did she wish him to go?
As he knelt up, to be able to push the garments to his hips, her hand lifted her chemise and revealed the intimate place between her legs.
He breathed heavily as he came back down on top of her. She took him in her hand again. As he kissed her lips then her neck, she moved the head of his erection between her thighs.
His head lifted, as he clung to sanity by his fingernails. ‘Would you have me be entirely indecent?’
‘Yes.’ She held him, as though she treasured him. ‘Just this once.’
His heart pounded like a drum in his chest.
The dryness of the carnal thirst clutched at the back of his throat. ‘Just this once’. His body ached for it. But he was not ready yet. He knelt up again, to be able to look at her.
The back of his fingers ran up her inner thigh as he remained kneeling before her. He touched her between her legs, exploring with his fingertips.
She closed her eyes, her expression telling him she enjoyed his touch.
He dipped one finger within her; she was hot and moist. He slid two fingers deeper within, and she sighed, her mouth opening. Her mouth remained open as he withdrew his fingers, then pushed them in once more with a gentle stroke.
‘What will happen when I visit here next?’ he said, as his fingers learned her internal plains. ‘How will we be with one another after this?’
Her eyes opened. ‘We will be friends. But I do not think of what will happen then now. I have no expectation beyond this, I promise. I know you cannot stay. I am not asking you to stay, you have a life to live. I just want this, Rob. I have missed it since my marriage ended, and I care for you, and I want to experience this with you.’
Care for…He cared for her too. But care was not the lustful elemental feelings gripping in his gut. His fingers entered and withdrew, stroking deep inside her. ‘I cannot make promises.’ This did not feel honourable, yet she was offering herself and he had sentimental feelings, something had grown between them from a seed to a flower.
‘I am not asking for promises.’
His fingers slid out of her as he watched, then back within her warmth.
