Page 50 of A Sonata for the Fiery Lady
“Thank you, Mr Moses,” Oliver said as he led Melisa to the foot of the stairs. Together, they took the stairs carefully since Melisa’s gown was so long. But they couldn’t help smiling at each other, both feeling eager to reach the privacy of a room.
“Good day, Lady Quinn. Let’s get you ready for this evening,” Miss Price said in greeting as she stood ready outside the changing room.
“I’ll need a private moment with Lord Quinn first,” Melisa said with a wink as she entered the room, quickly followed by Oliver. Melisa couldn’t help laughing as she saw Miss Price’s happy smile right before Oliver closed the door.
“I think we might have surprised Miss Price,” Oliver said as he wrapped his arms around Melisa.
“I do believe you are right about that, my love,” Melisa said as she placed her arms around his neck and began to kiss him with fever. Melisa moaned against Oliver as their tongues danced together, his hands roaming freely across her body, softly moving over her breasts. Never before had Melisa wanted Oliver so badly as her core began to burn with need.
“Help me out of this gown,” Melisa said in a lusty voice as she broke their kiss, turning around so Oliver could undo the clasps of her bodice. As Oliver began unbuttoning Melisa, he continued to kiss her neck, nibbling the soft flesh at the base of her neck, causing her to shudder and gasp at the pleasant feeling.
“Oh, Oliver, I want you deep inside me,” Melisa moaned. It was then that Oliver gripped the opening in her gown and pulled till the gown ripped in two. Melisa gasped as she felt the gown fall away from her rather suddenly. She turned into only her shift and stay to see the beautiful gown lying in tatters at her feet.
“My goodness, what have you done?” Melisa said with a chuckle. But Oliver didn’t respond as his eyes showed dark with lust. He picked Melisa up then and carried her quickly over to a large settee where he placed her gently upon it. Then, he made quick work of ridding himself of his own clothes, the buttons on his vest popping off as he tore to free himself of their tight hold on him. Melisa felt wetness between her legs as she watched him undress in a hurry before he helped her become completely bare to him.
“How I’ve missed the sight of you bare,” Oliver growled as he kneeled before Melisa. She parted her legs as he came near, dipping his head to claim her breasts in his hands. He gripped them tenderly as Melisa arched her back, tipping her head back as she moaned softly. She felt his member pressing against her opening as he licked her nipple, pulling it into his mouth as he sucked and twirled his tongue around it. Waves of pleasure rippled through Melisa’s body, so much so that she was certain she would soak the settee with her juices as Oliver moved from one breast to another, supping on her perky nipples with hunger.
“I need to feel you within me,” Melisa panted, her core burning with desire. As Oliver leaned back, he planted a firm kiss on Melisa’s lips as he stood, pulling her with him.
“Turn around and kneel on the settee and brace the back of it,” Oliver instructed as he helped Melisa get into position. At first, she wasn’t sure what Oliver had planned for her. But as she felt the head of his member pressing against her soaking wet channel, she instinctively pushed her rear end into the air and leaned over the back of the settee.
As Oliver pushed the head of his erect member into her tight channel, they both moaned at the same time with pleasure. Melisa was eager to feel all of him, pushing herself back onto his member as he slowly pushed forward. When Oliver was completely buried in her wet core, his member twitching with delight as he stretched her tight muscles, Melisa began to pant hard as she felt overcome with the fullness of him.
Then, Oliver started a slow pace as he pulled half his large member from her before pushing all the way back forward, a large smack of their flesh meeting as his hips pressed against her round rump. And even though Oliver was trying to go slow, Melisa started to eagerly push back against him, the sound of smacking flesh filling the air as they panted hard together.
The pace quickened as Oliver reached around Melisa and began to fondle her soft breasts. This only caused Melisa to moan louder as he pinched her nipples between his fingers, the mixture of pain and pleasure causing Melisa to feel a whole new world of pleasure.
“Yes, Oliver, oh God, yes. Harder, pinch my nipples harder,” Melisa called out as she met Oliver’s bucking hips, wanting to be filled with him completely.
“Oh, Melisa, your wet channel is so tight. I love the feeling of your inner walls clamping against my throbbing member,” Oliver panted out, the sound of his voice talking naughty to her causing the heat within her core to build rapidly.
“Oliver, faster! I’m so close!” Melisa called out as she arched her back. Oliver leaned back as he grabbed her waist with both hands and started to pump faster into her, feeling his own peak coming within reach. Oliver pounded his member deep within Melisa’s tight core, sending them over the edge as they reached their peak together, their moans filling the room with such sound that anyone outside in the hallway would surely hear them.
It took several moments for them to catch their breath as Oliver kept his twitching member deep within Melisa. It was a feeling that Melisa never wanted to be without, but eventually Oliver pulled himself from her, a sleek wetness beginning to run warmly down her legs.
“I believe we’ve made a mess, my dear,” Oliver said with a chuckle as he helped Melisa slowly get up off the settee, her muscles sore from being loved so roughly by her husband. Oliver took the time to locate a clean cloth and water, wetting the cloth before he began to tenderly clean the mess between Melisa’s legs, kissing around her navel as he washed her.
“If you keep doing that, my love, we’ll never leave this room,” Melisa said with a sigh, wishing they could spend the evening pleasuring each other.
“Who says I want to leave this room,” Oliver said as he lowered his kisses to her sensitive bud, pulling the flesh into his mouth as he sucked on her bed, rolling it between his tongue. He then raised his hands, one supporting her waist while the other reached between her legs, his two fingers slipping between the lips of her wet channel before sinking all the way to his knuckles.
Melisa gasped with delight as Oliver continued to work his tongue on her bud, her hips pressing against his mouth as she eagerly urged him to continue the wonderful dance of pleasure he was creating within her body. She placed her hand on his head, lacing her fingers in his hair as she held his mouth to her bud. His fingers moved with a swift quickness, pumping in and out of her so quickly that the room was being filled with the sound of her wetness.
Wet slapping filled the room and competed with the sound of Melisa’s moans as Oliver feverously moved his fingers in and out of Melisa’s wet channel, inserting a third finger to fully stretch Melisa to her limits.
“Oh yes, don’t stop, Oliver. Oh, don’t stop. Faster, Oliver, faster!” Melisa called out as she reached another peak, her fingers in Oliver’s head pulling hard as she forced him to keep sucking on her bud with earnest. She held him there until she came down from her peak, panting hard as Oliver finally removed his fingers from deep within her and leaned his head back, his face covered with her juices.
It was her turn this time as she helped Oliver to his feet and started to clean his face and fingers, loving the sweet smell of him from feasting upon her womanly core. Already she could hear guests arriving below and knew that soon they’d be expected to show themselves. And though she knew this, still she wanted Oliver more.
“Lift me onto this dresser and have your way with me,” Melisa said softly, tracing her fingers tenderly over his lips. Oliver growled as he lifted Melisa quickly off her feet, her legs coming to wrap themselves around Oliver’s waist as his member sprung to life. Oliver placed Melisa’s plump rear end on the edge of the dresser before aligning the head of his member to her wet core, plunging deep within her as Melisa cried out in pleasure.
The sound of their lovemaking radiated from the dressing room as the dresser smacked against the wall over and over again. Melisa held on for dear life, her nails digging into Oliver’s back as he pounded her wet core with his member with quickness. The slippery sound of his member moving in and out of her channel filled Melisa’s ears as she panted hard, thrusting her hips forward as her legs clung to his hips. She didn’t care who heard them as she moaned, feeling herself being completely filled by Oliver’s throbbing member. They panted hard together as Oliver thrust deeply into Melisa’s channel, grabbing onto her hips and holding her still as he pushed into her, letting his seed soak her thoroughly.
As Oliver eased Melisa to her feet, they clung to one another, panting heavily as they came down from their high. Without speaking, they took time to gently clean one another, Melisa feeling pleasantly sore after their third round of lovemaking. Oliver helped Melisa back into her shift and stay, and then Oliver dressed in his trousers and shirt before opening the door and beckoning Miss Price in. Oliver gave Melisa a wink before he left the room, needing to change as well.
Melisa stood with her arms out beside her, as though nothing had happened even though her wedding gown still lay tattered on the floor, and she was sure there was now a hole behind the dresser where it had banged repeatedly. But neither ladies said a word as Miss Price helped Melisa dress in a crème coloured evening gown.
“Enjoy your evening, Lady Quinn,” Miss Price said as she opened the dressing room door for Melisa to step out. Melisa gave Miss Price a wink, causing her lady-in-waiting to blush as she met Oliver back at the top of the stairs.
