The front of her gown gave little resistance to his hurried attention. Buttons and lacings were swiftly dealt with before he pulled the folds of her gown apart. The instant her naked breasts met the chill of the wind from the river, her nipples peaked, and she craved to feel his mouth on them.
James dragged a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. She whimpered. Her hand continued to stroke the back of his head as he sucked and laved at her breast.
Tugging on the corner of her skirts, she pulled them free of his lap. She closed her eyes as he delved his hand under her skirts and blazed a trail up her leg. When he reached her hip, she rose on her knees. Leah didn’t need to tell James what she wanted. He slipped two fingers inside her and began to stroke. She angled her hips, allowing him full access to her heated core.
He released her breast and his forehead came to rest on her cleavage. The noise of the river and the wind fell silent to her ears. All she could hear was the hard thump of her heart. Her love for this man was all-consuming.
“Oh, James,” she murmured, knowing there would be time for talking later.
He continued to work his magic while Leah clung to him, her head resting on his shoulder. He was a master of loving her body. Her sobs and breathing became more ragged the deeper and harder he stroked. When he slid his thumb over her sensitive bud, she sobbed. “James, please.”
With his one free hand, he flicked open the buttons of his trousers, releasing his engorged erection. Their gazes met. The look of pure desire on his face reflected her own desperate need.
Taking his hardened length in hand, she guided it to her heated, slick entrance. Slowly, Leah sunk down and took the fullness of him inside her. They sat for a minute, their foreheads gently touching, absorbing the earthy presence of their joined bodies.
Then Leah began to rise up and down, riding James. They held one another’s gaze.
“That rock is going to leave marks on your arse,” she teased.
“I don’t care.”
The pace of their coupling increased. She watched the emotions cross his face as she rode his hard cock. The torture of gliding up and down his erection was divine.
He took a firm hold of her hips and pulled her down fully onto him. At the same time, he offered up his mouth to her. She kissed him back, while he held onto her and began to draw her up and down the length of him in an ever-increasing tempo.
“Oh God, James,” she sobbed. She was close to completion.
“Lean forward; let me grind against you. I want you to see stars when you come,” he ordered.
Leah did as he commanded. His erection ground hard against her sex and she cried out, collapsing against him. He wrapped his arms around her and held on tight.
She eventually pulled out of his arms, smiling at him. She was exactly where she had always meant to be, and he knew it.
He whispered, “I love you.”
Their lips met in a kiss that sealed the moment. James closed his eyes as Leah worked herself against his cock. She knew how to bring him to the edge, then pull back before taking him close once more. Loving him with her body was beyond pleasure.
“Fuck me,” he muttered.
“As you wish.”
With her hands held tight on his shoulders, she rode him hard once more. Gripping her hips even harder than before, he held her in place as he stroked his length deep into her willing body.
On the end of one final frenzied thrust he cried “Leah”, then stilled.
Utterly spent, they wrapped their arms around one another, their faces cheek to cheek. The only sounds were the noise of the wind and the slowing beat of their hearts.
When James eventually roused, Leah sat back and looked at him.
He brushed her windswept hair away from her face, then placed a soft, almost reverent kiss on her lips. “It is so good to be home. I don’t miss London at all. I used to think that in coming here, we were running away from our old lives. But I realize now that we were, in fact, running toward our destiny,” he said.
She took his hand and placed it on the slight bump of her belly.
“No more running, James. My love. We are home,” she whispered.
Epilogue
The odd look on her grandfather’s face when he saw James pull into the forecourt of Mopus Manor had Leah looking away, trying not to laugh.
