Page 37 of A Sonata for the Fiery Lady
Her moans filled the air as he picked her up and set her on the bed, quick to climb on top of her as he continued to delight her with his kisses. Eventually, Melisa’s hands found the hem of his shirt as she began to pull it up, allowing her to sneak her hand underneath to feel his skin. When her bare hands touched his chest, a burning fire coursed through his body from the spots she touched him, causing him to desire more.
“You’re wearing too much clothing,” Oliver said in a husky voice as he leaned up and started helping Melisa undress. They took their time undressing each other, placing kisses on exposed skin as they went along. The room soon filled with the scent of their lovemaking, the small space feeling warmer by the second as they began to pant with want.
Oliver laid Melisa down once more when their clothes were discarded, readying his eager member at the opening of her soaking wet core when she reached down and pushed his hips back.
“I want to taste it,” she said, surprising Oliver.
“You don’t have to,” Oliver replied, knowing that some women didn’t like doing such a thing.
“I want to see if I like it,” Melisa said shyly. Oliver smiled as he kissed her. He then leaned up and settled down next to Melisa on the bed, allowing his member to rise above his waist, giving Melisa the perfect position to experience this new discovery.
Melisa knelt between Oliver’s legs as she took his member into her hands, running her fingers up and down his shaft so lightly that Oliver thought he was about to lose all control. The gentle sensation seemed to ripple through his body as he urged his hips up, pushing his member through her hands. When Melisa leaned forward and took the head of his member into her hot mouth, Oliver let out a long moan, thinking he was in heaven.
Melisa’s tongue darted over the head of his member, saliva coating it as she worked him into her mouth. Melisa’s mouth felt so wet and warm that Oliver was certain he would lose his seed in her mouth if she continued. Her lips wrapped around his shaft as she experimented with pulling all of him into her mouth till his head felt the back of her throat. Oliver started to pant heavier as she pulled off his member before sliding down again, wringing her hand up and down his shaft as she went.
The vibration from Melisa’s throat as she started to moan was what sent Oliver over the edge. He grabbed the back of her head and held her on the tip of his member as he squirted his seed into her mouth, moaning loudly as he fought the urge to pump his hips wildly into her mouth. He’d never experienced such a sensation before that it was hard to control falling over the edge as she explored him with her tongue.
As the wave of ecstasy passed, Oliver laid down on the bed and breathed deeply, trying to catch his breath as Melisa sat up and cleaned her face on the back of her hand.
“Not horribly unpleasant,” Melisa said with a chuckle. “But I’m not done with you yet.”
Oliver looked at her with surprise as she then moved up his waist and straddled her legs on either side of him, aligning her sopping wet channel with the tip of his member. Just the sight of what she was planning to do next causing his member to spring back to life, stiff and ready for her. Melisa smiled devilishly down at Oliver as she lowered herself onto him, the tightness of her core squeezing every inch of him as she lowered till he completely filled her.
Once her core adjusted to his size, she began a slow rhythm, rising and falling on his member as her breasts bounced freely. Oliver raised his hands and began to fondle them, loving the way they felt in his hands as though they were soft as rose petals.
Oliver could feel warmth building in his member as Melisa started to ride him faster, lifting and falling on him with a quickness that almost stole his breath away with pleasure. He started to lift his hips, meeting hers every time she fell on him, the sound of smacking flesh filling the air as they began to pant harder.
“Oh Oliver, yes. Fill me with your seed,” Melisa cried out as she lowered her fingers to her throbbing bud and began to rub there, causing Oliver to feel even more excited. He lowered his hands from her bouncing breasts and grabbed hard onto her hips, forcing her down hard on him as he began to pump his member deep into her wet channel. Their moans rose together as they came to their peak, crashing hard as Melisa’s channel spasmed against his squirting member.
It took several moments for them to catch their breaths as Melisa laid out next to Oliver on their bed.They breathed together as his member continued to twitch, seeming to want more. When Melisa seemed to have calmed down, Oliver leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.
“Now it’s my turn,” he whispered into her ear, causing her to giggle. Together, they explored each other’s bodies and spent their first night out at sea in the arms of passion and fire.
Chapter 20
Four weeks passed by like it had only been a matter of days. Melisa quickly forgot about her old life in England as she became Mrs Isabella Trenton, governess to Signornias Gabriella and Vivian. Melisa would spend each day tutoring the two young ladies, who were only a year younger than her. And though she was their teacher, the three of them soon became close friends.
“Mrs Trenton, I can’t wait to show you our home,” Signornia Gabriella said as the packet ship docked in the last port for its current voyage in Italy.
“I look forward to seeing it,” Melisa replied as they all stood on the main deck next to the gunwale. The two young ladies’ English had improved immensely over the last few weeks, allowing them all to speak English easily with one another, and most importantly, allowing Oliver to speak easier with the Italian family.
“I’m looking forward to solid ground and a sturdy bed,” Oliver said beside Melisa as they waited for the sailors to finish tying off the packet ship to the docks below. Melisa giggled. Though she’d been first plagued by the seasickness, eventually she became used to the rocking sensation. Unfortunately, Oliver had suffered later on in the journey from a constant upset stomach. Thankfully, though, none of the passengers had suffered from any sickness that would have put them all in danger.
“Right this way, my dears,” Signora Davone called as the plank was lowered from the ship to the docks, allowing passengers to finally disembark. Melisa and Oliver waited for their employers to disembark first before they carried their own trunks after them, intending to travel together the rest of the distance to the family’s estate.
“It’s so much warmer here,” Melisa observed as they walked carefully down the plank to the dock and slowly up a set of wooden stairs to the waiting street above.
“I agree, my dear. The weather seems wonderful, the skies clear and blue. Before long, I’m sure we’ll be as tanned as an Italian,” Oliver said, causing Melisa to laugh. The idea of being tanned would have once caused Melisa distress, but she agreed now that she would enjoy the sun on her skin.
“Come along, Mr and Mrs Trenton. Our coach is this way,” Signore Davone called. Though Melisa could have watched people moving about the port all day, the water crystal clear blue, the sound of Italian being spoken all around her, she knew that her employers were excited to return home.
The entire trip to their estate, Melisa couldn’t help watching the world pass them by. Melisa drank it all in, thinking she’d never grow tired of seeing Italy.
“You look just like the Signornias when we first reached England,” Signora Davone said with a smile towards Melisa, causing the others to chuckle.
“Forgive me for staring. I believe Italy is more beautiful than I could have ever imagined. Even the air smells magnifica,” Melisa said as she took a deep breath, the smell of flowers in the air.
During the trip, the Signornias pointed out different things and places to Oliver and Melisa. They were able to see a church along the way, which gave Melisa hope that she and Oliver would be able to meet a priest who would agree to marry them properly.
