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She snapped her eyes back to his, her face hot. “Care for a repetition?” Her face tilted to one side, suggestively.
“Sarah, damn it!” His breath caught. “You were sick only this morning. Again!”
“I feel really well now!” She shrugged.
That moment the carriage braked. They had arrived. Sarah looked at Hugh; he seemed disappointed and relieved at the same time.
They spent the rest of the day at ease. They went for a short walk after luncheon and he took her to see the old mill, a big stone construction, dating back to the middle ages. Summer approached and the temperature, mild and agreeable. The mill stood in ruins, but part of the roof and engines still stood.
“Oh, Hugh!” She turned around looking at every direction, amazed. “It’s fascinating!” So much history, so many people living and working through the centuries. The ruins evoked a long lost time of legends and mists.
“Yes. There had been a stream of water diverted from the river that moved the mill there.”
She walked to the spot, exploring everything. He sat on a workbench nearby and just kept looking at her. She stopped by the big wheel and took out her shawl. The nape of her neck showed, her sparrow-wing coloured hair caught in a simple chignon on the top of her head. His mind set on a reverie and he saw himself kissing the satiny skin there and caressing her swollen, sensitive breasts, moving in her. In question of seconds he became hard as a rock.
Sarah turned and saw his piercing dark eyes mesmerized on her and fire cut through her body. Her breasts peaked when she saw his trousers straining. Their eyes met. She went to him. Their eyes never broke contact. Liquid fire pooled in her. She knelt in front of him, opened his fly and drew out his rock-hard member. Her mouth covered the glans and savoured it delectably. Hugh gasped, one hand went to the nape of her neck, caressing it. She licked him, as her hand closed around his base, moving up and down. He moaned. She sucked and licked, her tongue strolling around him.
He got harder and harder, his member begun to weep. He did not want to finish it all so soon, even less in her mouth. He stood up, as she groaned in protest. He made her bend on the bench and bunched her skirts up. He lowered her drawers, but only encased his hot, big member between her buttocks. He opened her bodice and palmed her breasts with his both hands. Fondling her breasts took her sky-high these days. She moaned and moved her buttocks in search of him. He did not allow her to succeed. He teased her nipples, grazing his thumb on them. She mumbled a plead; not granted. His thumbs and forefingers squeezed her nipples. She boiled. He bent on her to nip the curve of her neck. One of his hands went down to her wet middle. She parted her legs to give him more access.
She had explained to him that not only her breasts, but also her vagina felt tenfold as much pleasure since she got pregnant. He could not wait any longer. He wanted to dive in her utter hotness. He positioned his rock-hard shaft in her entrance and moved smoothly in her.
Sarah felt extreme pleasure in her sensitive middle. But he continued fondling her swollen breast, sending her to a hell of delights.
“Sarah! You’re so hot and so silkily delicious!” He moved deeper and deeper, grunting.
She did not have time to answer, because he stabbed her harder, faster and her body dissolved in a raggedly intense earthquake. She cried loud, out of control.
He pushed deep a couple of times more and grunted loud as he spilled profusely and washed her over. Exhausted, they fell on the bench.
That evening they ate dinner ravenously and went to sleep early, holding each other closely.
Next day, Hugh went to check the estate affairs with its manager. Alone in the huge country house, Sarah decided to go for a walk. She wanted to see the gamekeeper’s cottage again. They did not do it when she travelled there for their wedding. Those days spent secretly in the woods had been the happiest of her humble life.
So she went in the general direction of the pond, which vegetation she could see from where she stood. In that pond they had the best picnic of her entire life, with the game of hide-and-seek, a very hot one, by the way. It would be a long walk, she knew, as the cottage lay in the woods, in a remote part of the estate. But she wanted so much to see it again. And the hour early. They had just had breakfast.
It took her two hours to get there. When the cottage appeared afar, Sarah felt a swell in her heart. A tide of glad feelings filled her. She opened the door and came in. It remained in impeccable state. It seemed that it had been taken care of regularly. Everything clean and tidy. There were logs by the fireplace. The bed covers were fresh, but there had been no sign of someone livi
ng there: no personal objects on the table or on the bookshelf. She sat on the couch to rest for a while before she started walking back.
Hugh had luncheon with his tenants and heard their requests and complaints. He respected them more now, after Sarah told him about her parents and her childhood spent in the lands of a duke. After luncheon, he and the manager went to the borders of his estate. He got back to the house mid-afternoon. He came in looking for Sarah; he wished to be in her company, as always. He searched everywhere to no avail. He called his housekeeper and enquired her.
The old woman came in the library. “Oh, Lady Hawkmore went walking around, my lord.”
“When did it happen?” He asked already feeling apprehensive, she not being familiar with the area.
“Soon after breakfast, my lord.”
Extreme concern dominated him. “After breakfast?” Without a word, he left the library to the stables. Anything could have happened to her in those six hours! Damn it! He should have instructed a maid to take care of her. She and their baby were the most valuable things in the entire universe for him.
He had two fresh horses saddled, in case she needed to be carried. God forbid it! He rode all around the places she might have gone, including the old mill, which she had liked so much. He’d ordered the estate manager to have it restored for her, for them.
But she was nowhere to be seen. He had ridden for a couple of hours, trying not to allow panic to install itself in his mind. Then he remembered the gamekeeper’s cottage. Of course!
He himself had been to that place several times during her absence. The spot in the woods, where memories remained preserved, where he had known happiness for the very first time in his life. His longing seemed to be alleviated when he came there. He had ordered his housekeeper to keep it in perfect order. He took the rains and galloped fast to the woods, heart pounding. What if she had got hurt and lay there without help? Oh, goodness! May everything be well with the love of his life!
He arrived at the cottage. It was all closed, there seemed to be no one there. In broken movements, he unhorsed, tied the horses and rushed in. He opened the door and saw her lying on the couch. Asleep, her head on a cushion. Serene. He exhaled in relief. She must have felt tired after the long walk there and fell asleep. She’ had been sleeping a lot of late.
“Sarah!” He called, still shaken.
