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“That’s ... that’s ... yes ... more ...” she found herself whimpering as she felt him beckoning her closer and closer to something she wasn’t entirely sure of but knew she did not want him to stop. When he kept going with even more vigour and intensity, Anne felt her legs automatically clamping together more, and Freddie let out a low chuckle.
“You’re pushing me out, my darling. Are you sure that you want me to stay in there?” Freddie asked.
But it was too late for Anne to say anything, even a warning to Freddie of what was about to happen. She gasped as she felt the feeling overwhelm her, and her eyes were thrust open as wide as they would go. She sensed that something was gushing out of her and that Freddie’s finger had indeed been pushed out, but alas, she just had to sit there and allow the intense waves of pleasure to wash over her like a torrential downpour.
She continued making small gasping noises as the orgasm made her lose all control, until finally, it ebbed away far, far slower than it had come on, and she collapsed on top of the young property manager between her legs.
Freddie did not say anything for quite some time; he simply held her and lovingly stroked her back. Anne tried to recover quickly, and so the moment that she felt strong enough to sit up again, she did.
“I am so sorry,” she apologized, her face flushed red with embarrassment. “I’m not sure of what happened there. I wanted you to keep doing what you were because it felt ... incredible, but then …”
“Anne,” Freddie said softly, and the sound of his calming voice made the hairs on her arm stand on end in the best way possible. “If you ever apologize for what you just experienced again, I will be horribly embarrassed. I ... I believe that I just made you experience the ultimate pleasure that one can when we are engaged in a passionate experience. Did you enjoy it?”
Anne bit her lower lip and smiled at him bashfully. “Of course, I did. But now I’ve gone and drenched your …”
She looked down, expecting to see that Freddie’s pants had been done in by her sudden expulsion of juices, but she saw that she had mostly drenched his throbbing hardness. It was now glistening and even harder than ever.
Freddie put his thumb and his middle finger at the tip and slowly began stroking himself while looking deeply into her eyes. “If you’d like, I can show you what happens when I reach my ultimate pleasure. Would you like that, darling Anne?”
Anne nodded, completely and utterly entranced by him, but she knew there was something she wanted to do before he did that. And so, she got down on her knees in front of Freddie and smiled up at him.
“Or ... you could let me do it.” With that, Anne gently slid Freddie between her lips while gazing up at him.
Freddie looked as though he was going to go overboard right then and there. “Oh, Anne ...Yes, that’s ... that’s exactly what I’d like ...”
Anne started gently working him in and out of her, taking extra special care with his tip. She flicked her tongue against the underside and then began sucking him. When she did, she knew she had done the right thing, as Freddie put both of his hands on either side of her head.
“Oh no ...” he whispered, but Anne could tell by the way he said it that it was a good thing. She started going a little harder and then was just about to slide him in as far as he could go when suddenly she heard the door open downstairs.
Immediately, Anne took Freddie out of her, stood up, and went and crouched behind the chair. She could hear Freddie mumbling some choice words and doing himself up, but they both remained silent.
“Robert? Robert, are you in here?” came a voice from down below. It was Lord George. Anne’s heart began pounding, and she felt her hands starting to shake once more. She pressed them tighter to her stomach to stop them from making any noise clattering against anything.
Robert? There isn’t anyone by that name in this household. Who is Lord George calling for?
“Robert? I know you’re in here, all of your instruments are upon the table, and when I went past, your bedroom door was open. Are you taking advantage of your time alone once more?” Lord George called from below.
All of ‘Robert’s’ instruments ... but those are Freddie’s items. Why would he be asking if they were this Robert’s?
When Anne did not hear Freddie respond, she was very relieved. She heard Lord George take another walk around the room and then sigh.
“All right then. I’ll leave you be, and we’ll talk in the morning. Good night, brother.”
Lord George walked out of the room and closed the door behind him. Anne let out an audible sigh of relief but did not move from her spot. Eventually, she heard Freddie chuckle.
“You can come out now,” he said quietly. “If I know one thing about Lord George, it is that once he has bid one goodnight, one has no hope of trying to talk with him about anything else. Or shall I come back there with you?”
Anne looked up to the top of the back of the chair and saw that Freddie had turned around and was now looking down at her. She giggled and then emerged from her hiding place.
“Sorry for taking the good hiding spot, but ... you understand, of course,” Anne said.
Freddie nodded sarcastically. “Oh yes, of course, make the poor property manager be left out practically in the open when his boss stumbles upon him amid a ... romantic escapade.”
Freddie wrapped his arms around Anne and pulled her in close. She giggled right up until he put his lips upon hers once more, and then she allowed herself to be swept away by her wonderful feelings for him.
That was until she remembered what Lord George had said. She gently pulled away from Freddie and looked at him seriously.
“Who is Robert?” she asked frankly. “No one in this house has that name, and he said that ‘Robert’s’ instruments had been left out upon the table. Those are your instruments.”
