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He ignited. Petite Sarah stood there; loosen hair, barefoot, her coarse chemise falling from one shoulder, bright daylight passing through it, delineating her body. He felt he would just go crazy. He kicked his boots and paced fast to her, his coat opening with his harsh movements and revealing his strained underpants. He caught her by the waist, as she wrapped her lags around him, bunching
her chemise around her. He leaned her on the wall, freed his throbbing member and plunged in her as if she meant salvation. She dripped wet. She gasped, snaking her arms about his neck, head falling back.
“Sarah, you’re shattering me to pieces!” He moved inside her as if this would be the last thing he did in his life. His cock could not get any harder. And she followed him.
His mouth grabbed her exposed breast as they moved in frenzy. He thrust, she gasped, he sucked, she tightened. Thrust, deeper. Thrust, grunts. Thrust, urgent. Thrust, abysm. The explosion came as a red-hot ball of fire, shutting down their minds and tearing their bodies. His knees gave and he sat on the floor with her on him, one holding the other. Time a distant notion.
Rain started to pour down, hitting the roof and the trees around in a soothing murmur. They seemed to awake from their dreamy state.
“Come, Sarah, before the water gets cold.” He stood up and carried her to the bathtub in front of the fireplace. He undressed both of them, immersed in the water, sat and made her sit between his spread legs.
His sandal scented soap lay on the linen, beside the tub. He took it and started washing her body, slowly, memorizing every inch of her deliciously bony frame. His both hands massaged the soap over her skin, on every hidden spot.
Sarah’s body leaned abandoned on his, her head on his chest, her eyes closed, she sighed. His hands strolled about her hypnotizing. Only him in her world right now and she revelled in the pleasure of his touch.
The cold rain continued falling outside, but they could solely pay attention to each other.
When he finished, she turned to him and did the same. She soaped his strong neck, his broad shoulders. Her fingers slid to his lean haired chest and gave it special attention, as this seemed her favourite part of him. Her hands went down his abdomen under the water. His head fell on the tub rim, eyes closed. Then she came to his reposing member. She soaped, washed and explored it in every possible way. Then she laved his long legs, his elegant feet. She came back to his face and cleaned it carefully: his proud nose, his thin colourless lips, his stubbed cheeks, his high forehead. His hair, a delight to touch and she cleaned it thoroughly.
Tenderness. Hugh felt invaded by an intense wave of tenderness. The lovely way she dispensed to him utterly new and mind blowing. His heart swelled with some strange feeling. He pulled her back to him and held her possessively, while his lips grazed her neck distractedly.
They finished the bath and he helped her tidy up. As the rain slushed all around, they sat in the couch in near the fireplace wrapped together in a blanket and read books they took from the shelf there. A comfortable silence installed itself between them.
After luncheon, the rain seemed to appease. Hugh went to tend for the horses at last.
“How about a walk in the woods, Sarah?” Hugh offered when he came back from the stables.
“Aren’t we risking being seen?” Sarah asked from the couch, where she had remained reading.
“Little likely.” He stood legs apart, hands in his pockets, manly. “This is a very remote part of my estates. Hardly anyone comes this way, especially on a rainy day.”
“Alright. So let’s go. I’ll just dress my coat and put on my boots.”
The rain had left a smell of grass in the air and fog suspended over the crown of the trees. The old leaves on the ground were fluffy and moist, giving the impression they were walking on clouds. It all looked like an enchanted forest.
Hand in hand, they strolled while Hugh told Sarah stories from his boyhood spent in those lands. In her mind’s eye, Sarah could visualise a small boy with ruffled jet-black hair running pranks in the fields. Her heart softened towards him.
Later they had dinner and talked by the fireplace. At night, they went to bed and just slept holding each other close in total intimacy.
Morning came sunny and bright. Having had breakfast together, Hugh went to tend for the horses.
“There is a pond not so far from here, would you like to ride there and have a picnic?” He invited as he entered the main room.
She smiled. “Sounds lovely.”
She packed everything that she deemed necessary and he hung it on the saddled horse.
“Come, Sarah.” He extended his hand to her. “You’re going to have a riding lesson today.”
Oh, so exciting to ride such a powerful animal as the horses he had. She giggled and took his hand. He placed her astride on the saddle and mounted behind her, holding her firmly around her waist.
Patiently, he showed her what to do and she followed his instructions precisely. Her skirts were on her knees, uncovering her worn boots. She seemed totally unaware of the friction her buttocks made on his cock and how it affected him. He held her tighter. A tempting amazon, Hugh thought. Eager to learn...everything he taught her.
He wished he could buy her a couple of clothing and footwear pieces, so that she would be prepared for another trip to the country. He did not intend to do that just this one time, naturally. He wanted these wonderful days to repeat themselves infinitely.
A beautiful blue pond hid in a clearing in the woods, sprinkled with birdsong and flower perfume. A breeze sang through the trees and a mild sun coloured the landscape.
After tying the horse, they chose a spot under a centenary oak tree and spread a quilt on the grass. Sarah set the picnic food, as Hugh sat with his back leaning on the tree trunk. This is what he loved in life; contact with nature, peace and quiet, much more than London’s hustle and bustle. He did not mind social life or the city, so pleasant to take breaks like that and enjoy something different. Sarah did not seem to mind a quiet life. She’ had grown up in the country after all. It looked like she felt at home there. And he felt at home with her.
