“This whole space is mine. They will not — ” She shook her head, mouth brushing against his skin. Limb by limb, she unwound herself from him, flesh pebbling in the chill of the room as she pulled away from his warmth. “It’s not far. Come.”
Part of him was excited, exhilarated at the thought of running down the hallways with her and without a stitch of clothing on, and he nodded, jumping to his feet and wavering only a little as he stretched. Holding out his hand and slipping it into hers, he took a deep breath and eyed her playfully, rising to the challenge.
His eagerness made her laugh. “It’s really not far.” She let him pull her up, then tugged him by the hand through the near-darkness to a curtained alcove next to the fireplace. Brushing the curtains back, she revealed another, smaller room, mostly filled with bed. A heavy wooden door appeared to lead outside, and a small fireplace shared the chimney with the other room, lending this one a slight warmth.
She found his ear and nibbled on it a bit before breathing, “Yes.” She tipped her head a little, and her hair shifted over one shoulder, and she shivered.
Isaac shivered and shifted against her, before he moved to press his face into her hair, inhaling her scent. “We should probably get dressed enough to move to another room though, else we might scare some of the servants.”
“This whole space is mine. They will not — ” She shook her head, mouth brushing against his skin. Limb by limb, she unwound herself from him, flesh pebbling in the chill of the room as she pulled away from his warmth. “It’s not far. Come.”
It took considerable effort to bring herself to say, soft in the darkness, ‘We should go to bed. I don’t want you to catch a chill.” Moving would mean parting from him, even if only for a few moments, and she didn’t want that.
“Can we stay like this though?” he whispered lowly, referring of course to their lack of clothing and intimate positions, needing to keep her as close as was possible to him. But even as he uttered those words aloud, he remained pressed up against her, clearly reluctant to move away from her side.
She found his ear and nibbled on it a bit before breathing, “Yes.” She tipped her head a little, and her hair shifted over one shoulder, and she shivered.
They loved each other for hours as the fire slowly died down, leaving the room in dimming shadows. At some point they undressed each other, Summer slowly peeling him out of shirt and trousers, Isaac reverently removing her dress. He took her again atop the heap of her skirts while she kissed every inch of exposed skin she could reach.
He taught her how to use her mouth for him in other ways, until he was near incoherent with desire, then gently held her flat and reciprocated until she pleaded for mercy. There was no part of the other each did not touch, or kiss, or caress, until they curled in a weary heap before the faded embers.
They relearned one another’s body, how to pleasure and love each other, as well as learning some new things too — making Summer fall apart using his mouth and fingers was quickly becoming a firm favourite of his. Sated, exhausted and content, they lay tangled in a curled up heat on top of the rug some time later, the last flickering flames from the dying embers disappearing to leave a faint light in the otherwise darkness.
Smiling, he pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder and smoothed some of her hair back from her face, never wanting to let her go, never wanting her to let him go, and he simply cradled her against his chest so tightly that it was near impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.
It took considerable effort to bring herself to say, soft in the darkness, ‘We should go to bed. I don’t want you to catch a chill.” Moving would mean parting from him, even if only for a few moments, and she didn’t want that.
Maybe it was the fact that they’d been so long apart. Maybe it was knowing that they couldn’t be parted again. Whatever it was, there was something in the way he made love to her, fierce and tender, somehow both possessive and yielding, that made her burn. Between kisses she named him over and over again, tracing every part of him with her hands.
It hadn’t been too long in all honesty, but his mind and body disagreed, relearning how to move against Summer’s, eagerly drinking in her moans and returning her kisses with an almost feverish passion. He never wanted this moment to end, and as he continued to make love to her in front of the fireplace, he couldn’t even tear his eyes away from her own, her name constantly on his lips.
They loved each other for hours as the fire slowly died down, leaving the room in dimming shadows. At some point they undressed each other, Summer slowly peeling him out of shirt and trousers, Isaac reverently removing her dress. He took her again atop the heap of her skirts while she kissed every inch of exposed skin she could reach.
He taught her how to use her mouth for him in other ways, until he was near incoherent with desire, then gently held her flat and reciprocated until she pleaded for mercy. There was no part of the other each did not touch, or kiss, or caress, until they curled in a weary heap before the faded embers.
She cried out his name, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. For every thrust she rose to meet him, equally wrapping her legs around his hips. Dipping her head, she sought his mouth fiercely.
Drunk on the sounds spilling from her parted lips, he leaned down to slam their mouths together in a hungry, passionate kiss, hips easily moving against hers. Losing himself in her gaze, he made love to her on the rug in front of the fireplace, never wanting this moment to end.
Maybe it was the fact that they’d been so long apart. Maybe it was knowing that they couldn’t be parted again. Whatever it was, there was something in the way he made love to her, fierce and tender, somehow both possessive and yielding, that made her burn. Between kisses she named him over and over again, tracing every part of him with her hands.
“I know,” she whispered back. Neither of them bothered actually undressing the other, just moving enough fabric to allow them to slide together. She took him in her hand, stroking, body burning for him, and guided him into her.
Keening happily as their hips brushed together, he lost himself in her eyes briefly, before glancing down and watching as their hips moved together and he ever so slowly began to push inside her. “O-oh, Summer,” he sighed against her neck, groaning as he framed her face in his hands.
She cried out his name, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. For every thrust she rose to meet him, equally wrapping her legs around his hips. Dipping her head, she sought his mouth fiercely.
She didn’t even try to take the dress off, merely pulling up handsful of the skirts around her waist until her legs lay bare to his gaze. Then she reached for the fastenings of his trousers, dragging his shirt up to plane her hands over his skin. “So much,” she echoed.
Smiling brilliantly, he ran his hands up her bare legs, inching to the insides of her thighs as he lifted his hips to aid her in undressing him. Pushing his body into her hands as her fingers met bare skin, he moaned faintly and leaned down to deepen the kiss. “I need you, Summer…”
“I know,” she whispered back. Neither of them bothered actually undressing the other, just moving enough fabric to allow them to slide together. She took him in her hand, stroking, body burning for him, and guided him into her.
If there was awkwardness in the way they moved from the chair to the fur rug before the fire, she didn’t notice, caught up in his mouth. He was holding her breathless, but she didn’t care — she had missed him more than air. Reaching up to brush her fingertips down his face, she smiled softly, skirts awry about her slender legs. “My brave, bold lord,” she murmured.
He curled his hands around her hips, keeping his lips pressed against hers for a moment longer, before a wide grin tugged at his lips as a result of her comment. “I’ll show you how bold I am,” he chuckled breathlessly and began to tug up her skirts, trying to remove as much clothing as he could of hers whilst simultaneously keeping their bodies pressed together. “I missed you so much…”
She didn’t even try to take the dress off, merely pulling up handsful of the skirts around her waist until her legs lay bare to his gaze. Then she reached for the fastenings of his trousers, dragging his shirt up to plane her hands over his skin. “So much,” she echoed.
She didn’t even try to resist, knees crumpling and virtually climbing into his lap. “No one will disturb us,” she managed, before shuddering against him at his next words. She sank her fingers into his shirt, wishing she had the strength to tear it from his body.
Crushing her smaller body against his, he trembled and tugged her up for a deep and passionate kiss, a moan escaping his parted lips as he poured all of his love into it. As he did this, he stood up and carried her across the room to lay her on the floor in front of the fireplace, cupping her head in his hands as he hovered above her.
If there was awkwardness in the way they moved from the chair to the fur rug before the fire, she didn’t notice, caught up in his mouth. He was holding her breathless, but she didn’t care — she had missed him more than air. Reaching up to brush her fingertips down his face, she smiled softly, skirts awry about her slender legs. “My brave, bold lord,” she murmured.