Page 76 of A Governess' Unbridled Passion
“.... Are you, Miss Alice?” Mr Eli asked her, but she hadn’t heard his question.
“What was that? Mr Eli,” she questioned, a little embarrassed at not listening.
“I said that you must be ready for your bed after all you have been through,” Mr Eli repeated what he’d been asking her.
“Yes, yes I am,” she replied, dabbing her lips with the white napkin. “And if you gentlemen do not mind, I will take my leave and retire to my bedchamber.”
The duke and Mr Eli stood up as she got from her chair, giving her a small bow of the head as she left the room.
Once in her room, the first thing she spotted was the ball gown hanging on the wardrobe door. Someone must have hung it up there because she remembered throwing it in a chair when she’d come to rest in the middle of all the chaos. It was most likely Clara; she’d been so good to her over the years, almost motherly.
Tired, Alice sat on a soft, cushioned stool in front of a dressing table. Looking at her image in the mirror, she began to undo her hair and put a brush through the knots. She was taking her time on purpose, half knowing that soon, very soon, there would be a tap on her bedchamber door.
Only five minutes later, it happened, and a thrill ran through her as she watched the door open through the mirror.
“May I come in?” Lord Phillip asked, and she could see his smile in the mirror.
She said nothing, watching him through the mirror as he closed the door behind himself. He approached her, taking the brush from her hand and stroking her yellow, blonde hair with it.
“Were you waiting for me?” he asked, combing his fingers through her silky curls.
“I was,” she replied. “Was it wrong of me to expect you?” she asked, turning around on her stool to take the brush from his hand.
“How could it be? I am here, am I not?” he said, cupping her chin in his hand.
He leaned down to touch her lips with his. It was a short kiss, and as he pulled away, she stood up to face him. Taking his hand, she led him towards the bed and began to undo his shirt buttons.
In the semi-darkness of the candlelight, they undressed one another. Each taking the time to stroke the other as they took off a shirt, a dress, pants, a chemise, and any other item that stood between their nakedness.
They remained standing, even as they were naked, facing each other and enjoying the other’s naked body.
“You are beautiful,” Lord Phillip said, a deep hoarse sound in his hushed voice.
“And seeing your body reminds me of the Greek gods I have read of,” she whispered, swallowing hard as she said the words.
He leaned in to kiss her, taking her hand, but instead of leading her to the bed, he guided her to lean on a wall nearby. She felt the coldness press on her back, but his hands stroked her chilly skin, warming her as his deep kiss thrilled her. Their lips parted, and they panted for air, Lord Phillip wasting no time biting gently on her slender shoulder’s bare skin.
The tiny sting of his nibbles felt exhilarating. His mouth made its way down to her breasts, stopping at her hard buds, and sending shivers through every part of her soul. She wasn’t sure why they were not in bed, so new to her was the joining with a man, but she questioned nothing. Instead, she enjoyed every bit of attention he afforded her, closing her eyes and drifting into the dream world of lovemaking.
His hand tickled at her soft belly, making its way to land on her lightly-haired mound, fingers reaching out to enter her wet feminine parts. The touch of his fingertips between her labia soon had her moaning with desire. It felt so good as she experienced the warm sensations rippling through her body.
Her passion was like a fire burning through her, and she ran her fingernails down his back, not too hard but enough to cause a reaction from Phillip. She let her hand drop lower, cupping the firm cheeks of his backside, squeezing them.
That spurred Phillip on, and he manoeuvred her into the position he desired. It surprised her when he picked up one of her legs from the ground. He held her with his strength, and she felt slightly confused at what would happen, though all that came from her mouth were the passionate moans she had little control over.
She felt his hard shaft enter her wetness, and soon he was pounding her against the wall. The thrill of what he was doing only added to her excitement. One of his hands leaned against the wall, helping them to balance, while she wrapped her legs around him, pressing his dick deeper inside her. Lord Phillip had full control as he penetrated her. Alice dug her fingertips into his buttocks, going along with the joyous ride.
Lord Phillip completely dominated her in this position. He was the one to set the pace of their lovemaking, and she was totally under his control. Being under his control only served to increase the passion she was feeling. Her feet were off the ground as he held her against the wall. Every pound of his dick caused her to whimper, so hard was his shaft.
But then, he stopped and kissed her with a heated passion. Their tongues danced, their mouths filling up with the wetness of their desire for one another. So engrossed was she in the passionate kiss that she barely realised he was guiding her towards the bed.
Taking his hot mouth from her lips, he turned her around so her belly was face down on the bed. Her breasts fell onto the softness of the covers while he opened her legs from behind. Leaning over the bed, he entered her mons from behind, and soon he was deep inside her once again.
Taking hold of her wrists, Phillip pressed them down on the bed, not hard, but enough so that she felt under his control. With every thrust of his dick, he let out an animalistic grunt, causing her to sing out in harmony with her own groaning.
Letting go of one of her hands, he reached for her pussy and stimulated his fingers on her little bud of pleasure. With his dick still pounding, his fingers manipulated her clitoris. Alice was soon swirling into an orgasmic climax, screaming out in ecstatic pleasure. At least she had enough awareness to press her face into the bed, muffling her noisy squeals.
Alice thought it was over, but her lover speeded up, hammering her like a wild beast, and she loved it. Every second was euphoric, and her lover finally squirted his seed inside her, as nature intended.
