The two lovers race through the estate, pausing only to fervently press their mouths together.
Both breathe hard into each others' lips. Their lustful sighs are silent in the stillness of the night. Several books tumble to the floor as he presses her against a bookcase and runs his hand over her bountiful rear, little barrier between her flesh but a layer of cloth. The sensation of his kisses on her neck arouses a moan from the smoldering warmth that churns in her navel: moisture, the heat of his breath, splashes across her bosom. Her eyebrows arch, eyelids droop shut. "Ooooh... James..." she sighs, feeling the throbbing in his slacks align with her womanhood, the yearning between her legs slowly growing unbearable.
Grabbing the collar of his frock she pushes them away from the bookcase with a carnal groan, their lips still locked together. Her hair twists between his fingers as they kiss. His arm supports her back, teasing her supple curves. The kiss breaks and he grabs her hand: a delicate, gloved thing; elegant, beautiful, a ribbon tied around her wrist the epicentre for the perfume that fills her senses.
Studies and lounges fade into a blur as he leads her through his estate. Her every joint aches for release. She feels the every shift in her skirt as the cloth rubs against her supple thighs, her wide hips and bountiful rear -- a firm, perfect cup for child-bearing -- swaths of silk, terminating in a tiny bow beneath the cleft of her breasts, support her perfect, round bosom as it bounces in her dress, her skirt keeping her legs confined in ample, feminine curves that rounded her silhouette. Bands of rhinestones, diamonds and pearls shone in seas of silver on her chest, beating against her chest as ornaments swung at her ears like chandeliers, tangling in the strokes of brown hair that frame your breast.
He leads you through a door and everything becomes clearer. Your eyes widen as they fall on his bed and you look into his ocean-blue eyes with a look of hunger, of lust. Your breasts bounce in the cups of your dress as he leads you over to his bed. The two of you stand there in the candle-light, the moon framed high through the tiny windows in the French door. You are aware of the creak of leather as your hips shift in your dress, of the breath caught behind your choker, of the rosy blossoms on your cheeks as a fiery arousal slithers through your veins. You realize, almost in a feverish haze, that you want him. Yearning fills you like a cavern. The sensation of his warmth inside your belly, the feeling of a newborn feeding from your breast washes over you with a fluid warmth.
You stare into each others' eyes as he takes you down on the bed. He isn't as heavy as you thought he would be, his weight, his warmth, pressing against your breasts. Your breath is hot, it mixes with his in the moment before your lips meet, separating briefly to draw breath. Your hands hold his head and once more you're aware of the longing between your legs being aligned with his.
As he begins to undo the straps of your dress, the smell of leather filling your senses as he whispers "Victoria..." into your lips, you feel momentarily disconnected. The world around you seems thin, like reality is just a picture you're looking at; Something you can reach out, grab, go through. But a flood of memories -- your childhood, growing up, meeting James -- drenches your mind and you feel real again. He pulls the ribbon beneath the cups of your dress apart, a moan slipping past your lips, and slips the dress off your shoulders, laying your two perfect breasts bare.
Warmth throbs in your head as your eyelids close and you breathe another moan into his lips. The smell of your own perfume is overpowering, filling your mind with images of exotic nights under bright moons and lovers pressed together in fulfillment, acute arousal hardening the nipples of your breasts in the night air. As he slips your dress over your hips, his warm lips leave yours and kiss your neck, your shoulders and your bosom with growing approval in the carnal gasps teasing your lips. The night air caresses your flesh along with his lips until your toes slip from your stockings, naked on the bed.
A feminine yelp leaps from your lips as he slides past the longing between your legs inside you, pumping in and out slowly, lovingly. Your mind goes blank as your supple hips sway unconsciously, your breasts bounce. The yearning warmth within you grows with each thrust and the noise in your head drowns as your groans of pleasure mix with his.
His warmth fills you, your royal, plump lips open in a eternal gasp of pleasure and happiness until everything goes blank. Heat explodes through your body, sending a feminine yowl into the bedroom.
Laying there, drunk from the fuzzy warmth, the happiness that drenches your being, you can't think of any life where you would be happier.
END.
