I pressed my lips firmly against hers. Maybe it was to stop her from talking. Maybe it was because I wanted to know how she tasted. No matter the reason, I felt everything she had described. Only, I felt it with my lips against hers, not my fiancé whom she promised I could grow to love. She stayed still for just a moment. I could almost hear the cogs in her brain turning.
As if a switch had flipped, she began to kiss me back. Our lips moved in a dance of great passion. I could have kissed her forever. Instead, I broke away and sat up, staring at her to gauge her expression. The fade from passion to disappointment was all I needed to connect my lips to her neck, her collarbone, her breasts, her stomach... I didn't go any further, though. Instead, I went back up to kiss her lips again, relishing in the feeling of her body under mine.
We found ourselves sitting up, our lips glued together. My hands found her nightgown, hungrily pulling it off of her smaller frame. I ran my hand down her skin. My hand acted almost on its own accord, softly running over her ribs, causing her to stop kissing me to gasp in surprise. My hand found its place between her legs, discovering that she was not wearing any undergarments. "Is this okay?" I whispered.
She nodded with no hesitation, the desperation dripping from her that I could almost taste it. I touched her delicately, and she bucked her hips in response, holding on to me for dear life. She wrapped her arms around me, holding on to me for support as I touched her in a way I'd wanted to touch her for a long time. At that moment, it was just her and me. No controlling grandfather, no diplomatic fiancé, no work--just my fingers hungrily exploring her.
Her moans were somewhat of a whine, and she tangled her fingers into my hair as if she'd blow away if she didn't hold on. When they weren't rolled into the back of her head, her eyes locked to mine, full of desperation and pleasure. I kept my eyes on her lovely face as I touched her in her most sensitive areas. Her bare skin pressed against mine as she rocked her hips to further stimulate herself. "Do you like it?" I asked, pulling her ear close to my lips. She didn't answer, so I stopped my fingers' movement. "Do it to me. I want to know how it feels." Though it was a demand, I did not say it in the same way I would tell her to dress me for a walk or bathe me.
She landed a soft peck on my lips before moving to my jaw, my neck, my collarbones, and finally, my breasts. Her hand twisted and pulled at my already sensitive nipple. "Beautiful." It was no more than a whisper, possibly to herself that I overheard. Nevertheless, she finally put her lips to it. As if there was no time to waste, she sucked as if it were food after a month of starvation. As if it would give her some sort of sustenance. My back arched as a shiver ran down my spine. I felt little beads of sweat form, wanting to be closer to her. We were floating high above the bed as her tongue changed the laws of gravity. My heart stung in my chest, beating against my ribs--the cage that separated my heart from hers. I stroked her hair with rice paper touch before gently pushing her lower. She complied, trailing down from my breasts to my stomach to my thighs. She stared at what lay between them in wonder, as if she had never seen something so beautiful. If only she could see her face and the way her eyes shone. "A-Amazing..." The air hung between us, tense yet unbreaking. It bent me every which way until I thought that I would surely snap.
Finally, her tongue made contact, and I groaned. The warm summer night carried us far away into the sky as she lapped up my juices. We floated above the manor, above the city, above the earth, until we were just existing in space--just her and me. My fingers tangled in her hair with desperation as I held her against me. She sucked and licked, and she cut me open to take my paper heart from its cage and write her name again and again in her lipstick. Her name took up the entirety of my heart, and I knew that I loved her. I could have married her right then and there. As she brought me to my climax, it wasn't just my core that felt the great pleasure, but my heart held on to hers. She continued to nurse my high as our bodies merged together to become one body and one soul.
When I finished, I looked at her again. Her mouth and surrounding area were wet with my own juices, and I pulled her up to kiss her. I tasted my own pleasure and my own desires on her lips. I sat up, pulling her to my lap as I touched her again. I felt the warmth coming from her and the wetness of her desire on my fingers. She held me close to her breast as she moaned into space. Her moan was for me and only me as I relished in the music it was. I didn't know if she had someone she loved before coming to the manor, but at that moment, she was truly and purely mine. "Miss," she whimpered again, and I relished her pleasure. At this moment, it was true that her beautiful body belonged to me, but I wanted more. I wanted her mind and her soul to entangle with mine.
