Page 39 of A Governess' Unbridled Passion
As her mind drifted around, she was sure she could smell the aroma of the man she loved. It was a delectable musky sweetness that stirred her emotions as passion ran hot through her veins.
“Mmmm …” she moaned in her dreamy world.
Lifting her hand, she went to move the willow branch that still tickled her, but she found a hand in its place.
The sensation of flesh caused her to jolt awake, but she didn’t feel afraid of the presence she could sense. She rolled from her side and onto her back to see that Lord Phillip was leaning over her.
“How are you, my love?” he whispered, pressing his lips on hers, but only for a moment.
“Better now that you are here,” she replied. “Thank you for rescuing me.”
“I would have no other rescue you, only me,” he said softly, kissing the bare skin of her throat. “I had to come to see how you were feeling. I’ve been worrying about you, between worrying over little Beatrice, though she is in good hands.”
“Promise me that you would tell me if she had typhoid?” Alice asked, alarm in her voice.
“Whatever gave you that idea?” the duke asked, sounding surprised. “No, she has a putrid sore throat, and Mr Lewis has applied a mustard plaster to her chest.”
Alice took his face in her hands, fear in her eyes as she looked at him. “Has he used a muslin to apply it? Otherwise, it will blister her delicate skin.” She sounded her alarm.
The duke gave out a little laugh. “Fear not for Beatrice. She is well-cared for. The physician has made up a tincture for her symptoms. It is you I am more worried over. We did not know how you would be after what you went through,” he told her as he took hold of her hands. “Even now, I can feel you shivering.”
Alice hadn’t noticed it, but he was right. Her body was trembling a little with the chilly air.
“Move over and let me keep you warm,” he suggested, clambering underneath the blankets. “This is the fastest way to warm you up, I promise you.”
Alice felt him wrap an arm around her, and they lay on their sides as they faced one another. Her face rested on his chest, and she felt safe. She also had other feelings that were getting harder to control and soon found her fingers undoing the buttons of his shirt.
At last, she’d found what she sought as she ran her fingertips through the wiry hairs on his chest. He pulled her closer, restricting her breathing, so she turned onto her other side. Instantly she regretted it, but he soon spooned her, warming her body with his.
To keep her warm, he rubbed the palms of his hands up and down the side of her body. But instead of just warming her, he gave her tingles rushing through her body, especially when he cupped her breasts through her night dress. And the tingles became stronger as he lifted her nightdress to feel the bare skin of her hips.
“You feel soft and warm,” he whispered in her ear.
“And you feel strong and … what are you fidgeting with?” she asked, adding a little giggle to her words as it dawned on her what he was doing.
And there was her proof as his manhood pressed hard against her naked bottom. Closing her eyes, she succumbed to his needs, enjoying his lead as he pecked small kisses over her neckline.
“Are you well enough for my attention, my love?” he whispered with a light breath in her ear.
Her reply was a moan, which seemed adequate for him to continue.
Stroking her breasts, his hand moved down to the flat of her belly, and she felt his dick probe her from behind. A brief panic overcame her, and she hoped he did not intend to enter her buttocks. But soon, she was writhing with delight as his penis made its way into the wetness of her core. She was so wet between her legs that she heard a faint sucking sound as her lover set a rhythm to his movements, stroking in and out of her womanly parts.
She felt full when he pushed against her and then empty when he pulled away. It wasn’t so easy to join in with the pace of his pounding prick with him behind her, but she did her best. He must have sensed this as he shifted his body, using the strength in his arms to lift her onto her knees. Wasting no time, he entered her from behind again, giving out a grunting moan as he did so.
At first, she was unsure of being on her knees as she felt pain when he entered her. He seemed to push his manhood deep inside her body. But the pain of lovemaking, to her, gave her a pleasant feeling, and she soon joined in with the pattern of his rhythm.
He held her by the hips, pulling her into him as he thrust and pushing her backside outwards as he pulled his penis out.
“Mmmm …” She heard the noise coming from her own throat, so good was the sensation of the act of love.
“You like that?” she heard him ask, panting as he speeded up his pace.
“Yes, do it harder …” She found herself begging, but she had no cares. All she wanted was to feel the pounding between her legs.
Her mind was lost, lost in a world of lustful passion and greed … greed to be filled with her lover’s manhood. Greed to feel the sensation she’d felt the last time they’d made love, the tingling of every nerve in her body. She could feel it building up, and then, all at once, her muscles spasmed, and she screamed out joyfully.
Alice hadn’t realised that Phillip had placed his hand over her mouth. It was a good thing that he did; her screaming would have been loud otherwise, but at the time, she couldn’t hold it back.
