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Sarah felt his bulky erection pressing in the middle of her. She wished they could get closer and closer still. She melted inside. His kisses were driving her crazy.
Hugh needed more, more. Much more! His hand fumbled with her apron, behind her. He paced with her in his arm and sat her on the table by the window. Still, he towered over her and he stood amazed at how her pettiness felt good against his body. Slowly he saw her head move, her hair falling around her enchantingly plain face. Her lips reached his chest through his shirt “V”. The feel of her mouth on his skin almost unbearable.
He groaned. “Oh, Sarah!” He murmured full of passion. “You’re going to finish me up!” He entangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her to him, while his hands searched her breast. No corset, her body all softness for him. He palmed her plum breasts and found them pebbled. He undid the front buttons of her uniform. His hands reached her mounds over her coarse chemise. He yanked the chemise down. His mouth on them in no time.
His caresses on her breast threw Sarah in a cauldron of boiling madness. Her legs surrounded his waist, she embraced him tighter, her head fell back with a moan.
His tongue licked one. His hand pinched the other. His lips sucked one. His fingers rolled the other nipple. Her sincere response to him drove him to insanity. She took him without premeditated techniques, without sophistication. He lifted his head and caught her face in his hands. Her hazy eyes met his.
“Have you done this before?” She just shook her head plainly. He stood there looking at her, so he held her in his arms with a frustrated sigh.
He could not do this. Not here. Take her virginity, just like that. This continued no middle ages, for Christ’s sake! She had the right to it. She had the right to keep herself to her future husband, with whom she would have children. His thoughts stuck. She? Married? Over his dead body. This woman would be his. Only his!
However, he did want to do something for her. For now, at least. His hand sought the hem of her skirts and lifted them to her mid thighs. His fingers crept under them, caressing all the way up.
Sarah thrilled at the sensation of his hands in so intimate a place. She appeared confused at his intentions.
“I’m not going to hurt you.” He moaned as he came across her drawers. His fingers went inside and he kissed her mouth. He found her overflowing wet, which made him almost lose control.
When he unfolded her, she experienced such heavenly sensations. New, alien! His middle finger touched a place she had not known existed and begun a circular movement around its intumescence. She felt herself dissipating in a mellifluous dripping. His arms held her waist. His mouth came for her breast. She drowned farther and farther.
“My lord, please!” He quickened his hand. She moved against it. Her sensations got more intense. When she thought she could not take it anymore, she exploded in violent spasms and loud moans. Her body fell on the table, eyes shut, deep sigh.
Seeing her so spent caused a wave of tenderness in him. He wanted to take her to his chambers and keep her there endlessly. His member still throbbed with unsatisfied need. Her feminine smell on his hand only made matters worse.
She opened her eyes, looked at him and sat back. “My lord, I can…I can…” Her hands reached the front of his trousers. She might be a virgin, but she heard the other girls’ talk. She had bee
n no ignorant of the whole…stuff.
She eyed him in a dishevelled state: Hair falling to her face, unbuttoned dress, one shoulder showing, and a breast. She did not seem to care. There was neither false modesty, nor showing off in her countenance. He had never met a woman who proved to be so…womanly.
Hugh held her hands gently. Tempting. So tempting! “No!” His voice a little brusque and he tried to soften it. “No need.” He kissed her hands and looked in her eyes. They had an expression of purity in them that turned his insides to butter in a pan. “I’ll leave now, so that you can recompose yourself.” And he turned before his body got the best of him.
Sarah watched him walk away, regretting the abrupt end to that blissful moment.
That night she lay on her hard double cot replaying their interlude in the top of the turret. Even now the memory of the sensations he provoked in her body made her hot. She wanted it again. Oh, God, she wanted it again and again! How could it be possible? Once should have been enough. A dangerous situation for her. She had little to gain and everything to lose. Of course, he wanted her. This looked plainly obvious. Nonetheless, what would happen when his desire cooled? Would he just ignore her or would he fire her to erase the traces of his sins? Once jobless, she would have few choices. She could save a part of her wages, but it would not support her for long. It would be very difficult for her to get back on her feet if worse came to worst.
Her rational mind told her to try to find another job now, while it was still time. But servant positions constituted a lottery. She might get to work in a place where she would get along peacefully, or she might find bully lords, ladies, butlers or housekeepers. Who could tell? The Hawkmores’ did not list among the worst place to work after all. Lady Hawkmore let Mrs Talcott manage the household as the housekeeper had been doing before Lord Hawkmore got married, with little changes. The lady of the house seemed more interested in couturiers and her social life than household affairs. So the servants were left alone. As a matter of fact, the lady’s maid complained to be the busiest among the staff. And Mrs Talcott seemed easy-going enough.
CHAPTER 5
Hugh finished dressing that morning, while looking distractedly through his chambers’ windows down to the stable area. His valet moved around tidying his rooms.
Peter walked about treating the horses. Suddenly, Sarah appeared carrying a bucket full of used water. Peter smiled, helping her with the water. She smiled thankful, her eyes lighting up. She never smiled at him, Hugh. Her smile churned his insides. Peter started talking to her and she seemed to breath out a chuckle.
Hugh felt a wave of something similar to rage, but worse. It burned in his guts. Naturally, she had never laughed with him. She reserved for him that meek servant’s behaviour, which as her duty. He wished he would be the one with whom she came to be so relaxed.
Peter, the sweet blond, grey-eyed carriage-driver, continued his chat. In a moment, her head fell back in an open laugh, her bony body bending backwards, making him see the small volume of her breasts, under her uniform, and the curve of her throat.
Vexation exploded in Hugh’s head; whereas her laugh did something to his groins. They matched those two at the backyard. They had similar jobs, similar life styles. They would be happy if married.
Married? Never. Never. Absolutely NEVER! The idea of her being with another man. Another man being the first… No!
Abruptly he turned to his valet. “Tell Peter to prepare the phaeton, I’m going out.”
“Yes, my lord.” The valet curtsied and left.
Hugh watched as those two continued their funny chat, something ripping in his chest. All these messy feelings were utterly unfamiliar for him.
