Forty-Eight

THEY covered themselves with cloaks and gloves before they went down the stairs and deserted the manor through one of the doors on the left side that brought them out to the gardens.
From there, they followed the path towards a log cabin in the back where the men would sometimes sleep or, though this was never broadcasted, did rowdy activities kept away from the ladies living in the manor.
But they never even got the chance to go near, because as soon as they got into viewing distance, she saw Sir Thibault leaning on his back on one of the trees standing tall in front of the cabin, and a woman almost covered in skirts, was kneeling in front of him, the movements of her head clearly indicating what she was doing there.
She turned around without a change of pace and started pulling her husband back because they were walking hand in hand.
“What is happening?” the Baron asked in a voice rich with enjoyment.
“I cannot!” she whispered.
“What do you mean you cannot? You insisted.”
Despite the freezing air, Adalene’s cheeks felt aflame. “I can’t do it. I can’t watch that. Mon Dieu, please let’s hurry back before they see us!”
His laughter sounded so loud to her ears that it alarmed her that Sir Thibault could hear them, and she felt relief once they were back inside the manor.
They went upstairs and she did not stop moving until she was inside their bedroom, and when Fabian entered the door, too, while pulling his cloak off, one look at him and she was seized with hysterical giggles.
He shook his head and started helping her take off her cloak and the strings on her gown.
There were nights when she didn’t require Odette this anymore because she and Fabian mostly went up to the master’s bedroom together and it had become a nightly routine to help each other off their clothes while they talked about the day, or start making love.
She had stopped giggling by the time she was on her shift and Fabian was pulling her towards the bed, where they happily burrowed under the thick blankets.
“I didn’t think you’d run,” he murmured while he nuzzled her neck.
Another giggle escaped her lips, then she moaned when he deliberately rubbed his erection against her lower abdomen. “I didn’t think it would help us tonight but…”
“But what?” he asked, raising his head to look at her face.
She shook her head. “But I was wrong.”
“You really didn’t like what you saw?”
“It felt like I shouldn’t see what I saw.”
“I was there with you. I only think you’re being playful. I am not judging you.”
She laughed again. “I know you aren’t. You are never like other men. You don’t get jealous.”
He kissed her on the top of her nose. “You never gave me any reason to get jealous. I know, even when another man looks at you with admiration in their eyes, your eyes are only for me.”
“That’s why I felt wrong seeing sir Thibault being… anyway,” she abruptly stopped because she felt embarrassed about it again. “I thought I lost my appetite. But you know what?”
“What?” he asked, busy pulling her night shift over her naked breasts and stuffing his mouth with a nipple as soon as those got freed.
Her lips parted as she arched her back towards his, and she almost forgot the thread of conversation until he asked her again before he transferred his attention to the other breast.
“While we were unwrapping clothes from each other, I thought about how different it would have been had it been you I’ve spied and not Sir Thibault.”
His head shot up. At the look on his face, she glared up at him.
“No… I wasn’t thinking you were with another woman. I can’t do that… it’s impossible. So don’t even think about it.”
“So… how is this new image of yours going?” he asked, looking genuinely interested in it.
She rolled her eyes. “Do you remember the time when you said you were going to swim in the river and you asked me to stay with Odette? We were coming back from our trip and we'd just crossed the border from Lyon.”
He remembered, and he started to grin. “You left Odette to spy on me?”
She nodded. “I told her I was going to take a nap and when she wasn’t looking, I slipped from the camp to follow you.” She grinned back at him, feeling no remorse at all for what she did. “It was the best part of the trip.”
And she giggled as she saw his cheeks turn ruddy because he further remembered what he did back then, too.
“You saw that.” He sighed. “It was daytime and during your ride with me, I felt you up under the cloak, remember? My cock didn’t let up. I had to do something about it, but I couldn’t bring you because there was so much that was going on and at the same time, I didn’t want anyone of the men to follow me, so I only told you and Odette before I slipped away,” he was saying as he pushed at her knees with his knees to open her wide under the blankets.
Both of them groaned when he entered her. And, although she was already wet, she was surprised at how hard he was. Thick and unyielding, it hurt a little.
He heard her catch her breath, and he compensated by kissing her slowly, tenderly, before he started moving, slowly thrusting in and out until her moans turned to the expression he was more accustomed to.
“Is it good now?” he asked in a husky, loving voice.
She smiled up at him. “More than good… oh, Fabian… I love how you make love to me.”
He smiled, too, and swooped down for more of their kisses while he continued to thrust into her, not so slow now but not too fast. It was just about right.
As their naked bodies writhed against each other, Adalene’s body released its first orgasm for that night. He felt it and he milked it until she was done.
Then he took himself out and he went down her body, eager to taste her cum.
The next time they kissed, she tasted her on his lips. He then turned her on her hands and knees and entered her again from behind.
They melted on the bed together, and his thrusts this time were deeper, faster, and harder.
It felt so good.
But it was clear he was also getting near and he was not trying to pace himself.
She knew that he would cum with her next one this time.
And as soon as she started to vibrate against him again, as soon as her moans became louder and more frantic, his thrusts became like whips. And when she groaned, hard, he was groaning with her.
Three more thrusts and he seized her back as her inner muscles milked him inside her while she orgasmed…
He helped clean her up with a soft, wet cloth he had ready on the bedside table, and then he was securing them under the blankets again, hugging her close to him, his limbs around her.
She liked it because it added more warmth.
She loved falling asleep with his whole body tight around hers and waking up to the same.
“*J’taime, ma bichette. Je t'adore (I adore you)*. You know this, right?”
“I do. *Je t'aime aussi, mon amour.*” She yawned, then planted a kiss on his chin to make up for it. “*Je t'aime tant,* Fabian.”
He laughed softly. “Sleep. You can barely open your eyes.”
She nodded, letting her lips touch his cheek as she did this. “Your lovemaking calmed me.” Then she yawned again. “Oohhh… I’m so sleepy.” She closed her eyes.
She felt his lips touch her brows, and her forehead, then feathery kisses on the top of her eyelids.
He was still raining those sweet kisses on her when she fell asleep.