Twenty-Six

Instead of giving her an answer, he dropped his head and, with a groan, kissed her hungrily and passionately. She could only kiss him back as heatedly because there was no other way he could be answered. He pushed her back to the seat in the gazebo and they sat side by side, and she leaned back on her hands as his hands started to get through the complicated layers of her clothes so he could intimately probe her body.
“Fabian... your men—”
“They will not dare disturb us here.”
“Do they know what we’re doing?” she asked, while her cheeks felt like they were about to melt in much heat.
He raised his face to look at her and there was a grin there so rogue that her heart skipped a bit of its rushed beating. “Whatever we’re doing here, unless there’s a war coming to our doorstep, no one is going to come here.”
She had almost completely lost her concern by then. His palms were already somewhere very near where she wanted them to be. “Oh, Fabian...”
He understood the reason for the plea in her voice. “I want to touch you, too,” he whispered, working until the layers of cloth were bunched up her thighs while he left the seat to kneel before her. As her blush deepened and unfurled down her neck, he raised her knees towards the seat, spreading her wide, allowing his weight to push her farther as her feet felt for the edges that would keep her in that position for him.
His hand found her center, fingers finding hers unerringly as lips trailed down her neck to the curves of her breast. He whispered a curse as her undergarment hampered him again, and she gasped as she heard the ripping of the fabric, and she was exposed to him. He watched her face with a brooding, intimate look in his eyes as a finger slid inside her, his eyes burning with a feverish glitter. Heat coursed up her cheeks and her lips formed a silent ‘oh’ while he explored her wetness down there.
“Mmmmpp,” she moaned, and her eyes abruptly closed as his thumb gently rubbed the center of her folds. She was sore from last night, but she was obsessed with his touch.
“You are so wet, Adalene,” he purred. “You are soaking my fingers.”
“I can’t help it,” she whispered, panting a little. “You did this to me, Fabian. I did not know it could be like this.”
“I find it so hard to resist you,” he groaned. A thin sheen of sweat had started to shine on his forehead. “I want to taste you.” And he lowered his head. Her hips swayed on the seat when his mouth replaced his hand, kissing her there as intimately as he kissed her mouth. She panted as he gently suckled, the tip of his tongue flicking at the spot that throbbed now on his attention. The soreness was chased away by the sensations his touch provoked in her. She moaned and threw her head back, managing not to fall while she writhed on the padded seat, all her attention focused on that one point where he pleasured her.
His mouth was hot and insistent, his tongue flicking and probing to reach more of her. When he roused himself from his position, he worked fast to release himself from his breeches, which he was done before she tried to see if she could help him. His meat, aroused to its height, sprang to life, hard and angry-looking. She couldn’t stop the small laugh that escaped her lips. When he started to ask her to spit on the head of his cock, she was already doing it and was spreading the wetness to his length as she raised her eyes to his burning ones.
“You are wet but it isn’t enough. I’ll try to be gentle, but I cannot wait to take you, ma bichette,” he whispered.
“But I want to taste you for a little bit more,” she pleaded. Her feet landed on the rough floor and she lowered her head, holding the base of his cock while she slid him inside her mouth. She heard him groan like he was in pain, but she already knew now that it wasn’t pain and she wasn’t worried. His rigid meat glistened with her saliva as she pulled back from it. He groaned again. And before her very eyes, his cock swelled. She repeated the motion, testing her throat up to the point she could still swallow him, and pulled back again, and again until his hands reached for her hair more pressingly.
“Stop it, ma bichette, or I will lose it. I want to cum inside you.”
She let go and he helped her sit better again, opening her thighs and wrapping them around his torso as he lowered himself between them. His cock pointed dead center, and she felt its head nudge at her, trying to find the opening to her exquisite passion.
She reached out to firmly guide him to her, and when cocked, Fabian took no time to pierce her... slowly but surely...
She closed her eyes as the incredible sensation of being stretched like that by him again started to overwhelm her.
“How do you feel?” he whispered.
She opened her eyes and looked at him. She loved watching his handsome face, and she was getting more roused by the flush of his own arousal there. She smiled at him as she tried to find the most honest words to answer his question. “Hurts... a little, but to be filled so well... is worth it.”
“You can take it?”
She nodded without even a bit of hesitation.
He began to move in steady thrusting motions, with his brooding eyes watching her face for any signs of pain. She wanted to assure him she was fine, but her eyelids closed over her eyes in reaction to the warmth that spread over her body and her skin. Whiteness filled the vision behind her closed lids. She could not even catch the moan that escaped her now. It was getting better and better. “Oohhh... Fabian...”
“Does it still hurt?”
“It feels so... g-oood...” she whispered back breathlessly.
“It does?” he asked, his voice very husky, his thrusting still steady.
“Yes,” she replied, almost purring. “Like nothing I have ever felt before but with you... so good...”
“You feel so wonderful, ma bichette. It is driving me crazy...”
He was sliding full and deep into her now, as she had already adjusted to him that fast. The pain was completely blotted out by the pleasure of his repeated penetration. He waited until she begged him to take her harder and faster. He started to thrust hard and fast, grinding his hips to hers and then slamming into her as his own control started to slip, and she could not remember or think of anything until the explosion that happened before she could ever be ready for it.
She started to scream and his mouth covered hers, cutting the sound of pure, unadulterated ecstasy as he bucked, too, before groaning in his throat. Even as her inner muscles convulsed around his cock, she felt him expand, and warmth filled her inside. She held him tightly to her as their bodies convulsed against each other for the next few moments, and then his whole body melted towards hers. She swayed, but his hands reached out to keep her steady and tightly close to him.
A few more moments were spent for them to calm down. She couldn’t move at first, but he began to shower her face with tiny kisses that made her smile. Then he pulled himself out of her. She felt the warm liquid flow out of her as he guided her feet down the seat, then possessively held her more closely to him again.
They were still kissing when they finally managed to arrange their clothes to order. Her lips had gotten raw and swollen but she did not mind. She was still reeling from the fact that she was now free from Louis, but knowing she wasn’t breaking any law by giving her body to this man made her happy. It might be breaking norms, but it wasn’t going to put her in prison.
People would talk.
They would.
And she, surely, would be branded a mistress of the Baron from now on.
She shook her head a little bit, as if that would expel the worry away. But she could push the thought away for now. She could not do this forever, but for now, she only wanted to savor this moment with him.
She knew this moment would not last for long.