After just a few days of bright sunshine and almost unbearable heat, the weather turned cool, dull and rainy again. Lady Ann Seymour rather like the cooler, darker, drearier weather. Instead of making calls or receiving visitors, she told her servants to claim she was ill and instead spent the day before a good roaring fire in her bedchamber after a vigorous romp with her demanding lover.
Lady Ann felt deliciously bruised and exhausted. Strands of her long, rich, honey-coloured hair mated to her damp, naked body. There wasn't a part of her creamy skin that didn't bear red welts where he held her down forcibly. All her muscles were tender and sore and clammy with drying sweat. She never felt better!
"I dare say you've missed me," she said with a self-satisfied smile in between ragged breaths. In response, he captured her legs and pulled her beneath his muscled chest. He deliberately dragged his silky wet tongue over her belly, tracing a circle around her navel. That send Ann into a peal of gasping laughter but as hard as she tried to kick out her legs and push him away she could not escape his torturous ministrations. Then she stopped moving altogether when his tongue traveled lower and lower. She felt a familiar burst of awe and euphoria when he finally flicked his tongue in her sheath.
"My Lord!" she moaned weakly in protest. "You shall be the death of me!"
As always, he ignored her as his tongue traced a spiral around her feminine depth and plunged up where she was still tingling, still pulsating wetness from before. Oh the things he did to her when he was in a mood!
It took but a minute for Lady Ann to feel her body riding the tile wave of her release, but he held her legs captive as he withdrew and kept the flat of his tongue against her heated flesh as he rippled and massaged his expert tongue against her. The second wave burst upon her in a white hot flash and she couldn't remember anything until he crawled up her body and plunged his shaft, almost painfully into her again.
"Oh God!" she cried out as her head rolled back as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Was there ever a man who possessed such masculine intensity, such god-like features as he? Together they rode, with practiced vigor, towards that familiar, yet startling, bliss
Lady Ann was not a young woman anymore, but she possessed a self-assured beauty that could only come with maturity. Her children were grown. Her husband, was long dead, leaving her with enough wealth that she could do as she pleased for the rest of her days. Yet she would happily give it all up to be with this man who reached so far, so deeply into her core, he touched her heart.
His powerful hips thrust up, slowly but deeply into her core. He filled her. He expanded her, and rendered nothing but a body to satisfy his need. And that was all she wanted to be!
His eyes were squeezed shut, his dark brows furrowed in concentration and an expression akin to pain as he settled into a deep, slow, rhythm.
Lady Ann gave a small yelp when he suddenly pulled away and roughly turned her over, with her face down on the bed. Just as quickly he was on top of her again, to ground his pelvis down against her bottom. With some restraint, he slowly pushed her onto her knees and held himself just at her entrance, as he grabbed a fistful of her damp hair.
"How much do you want this?" he growled into her ear. The sound of his deep, velvety baritone sent shivers up and down her spine.
Lady Ann's cry of frustration was muffled by the soiled sheets of the bed. "I want it!"
"Tell me how much you want it!" He smacked her rounded bottom and yanked her head up by a fistful of her hair.
"I'm so close!" she gasped.
He pushed in then slowly pulled his long hard cock out again till just the tip rested at her slick, wet entrance. Her every attempt to buck back onto him was thwarted as he seemed to anticipate her every move. With a deep, throaty chuckle, he held himself just out of her reach even as she screamed, pounded her fists into the pillows.
"Tell me," he said again. "How much do you want it?"
"I want it! I want you! Please, OH PLEASE!!!"
Satisfied with her answer, he slammed himself back into her with a brutal thrust. Ann cried out incoherently as he pounded her relentlessly until the large wooden bed frame shook and tapped out a rhythm against the back wall.
Another thundering orgasm ripped through her and had her shouting mindlessly as she trembled and bucked beneath him. Finally in what seemed like an eternity he grunted his release too, as he drove even hard and deeper into her before he dropped down beside her in exhaustion.
They sprawled on the bed for what seemed like eternity with just the sound of their labored breathing and the sound of great droplets of rain plop onto the awning over Lady Ann's bedroom window. Finally she rolled over to him to marvel adoringly at his well muscled, naked body.
"My Lord Davenport ," she said with a tender smile as she ran her fingers through the damp, dark hairs on his chest. "How I've missed you in my bed. Promise not to stay away so long again."
Lord Davenport started up at the underside of Lady Ann's the canopied bed. His expression was inscrutable, though he seemed deeply lost in thought. Ann knew well enough not to disturb him. Instead she was content to just allow her fingers to lightly trace over the lines of his face. Abruptly he sat up and bounded out of bed. Lady Ann felt the room suddenly grow chilly as she watched him pick up his discarded trousers off the floor and pulled them on again.
"I'm jesting!" she exclaimed with a nervous laugh. "I'm not a simpering young girl to force silly promises on you. I'm far too busy to entertain you more than I already do."
Silence.
"John!" she cried out finally. "Whatever is the matter?"
He finally turned and gave her a weak smile. "My apologies, Ann," he said softly, darkly.
