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“They will most certainly not make the journey–they never do!” I lifted the edge of my dress to stomp the heel onto the pavement, testing their strength.
“Let’s see how long they last.” William kissed my knuckles, and we set off. Running faster and faster, putting miles behind us in seconds, we jumped, weaved, dodged, and laughed. The city of London was a blur behind us as we eventually broke into the English countryside. We had never run together like this and it was an intimate action. Running was my favorite, but with William keeping pace it was sublime. My legs pushed me harder, an enthralled and wild laugh rolling from my chest and into the air.
We ran over black rolling hills, by sleeping livestock, hurdling bush fencing. The moon reflected on the water of creeks we cleared and buildings became scarcer and scarcer.
Finally, William slowed us as we came upon a small white cottage with a thatched roof resting behind a cobblestone fence. It was gorgeous, a lone weeping willow in front and deep red rose bushes dotting the garden. The air smelled of flora and fresh autumn, quaint and quiet.
“Yours?” I gasped, running my hand over the rough stone fencing. William nodded, pride filling his stature.
“Come, I bought her not too long ago. I wanted something in the countryside and the Cotswolds can’t be beat.” He led me through a wooden gate, down the walkway and through the door. It was a country home of cozy splendor.
The flooring was a well worn light wood that had seen many owners and visitors. The living room to the left boasted a large fireplace with blue sofa, and an ornate tasseled rug. William had mismatched chairs and a lamp with a mahogany desk by the front lattice window. To the right, the small kitchen and breakfast nook, and down the narrow center hallway was the door I imagined led to the bedroom.
“Let’s get you out of the poor tattered thing,” William said, leading me to the bedroom. The entire home smelled strongly of him, filling my mind and dragging me down into a place I would never recover from.
I never wanted to be away from him again.
I sat on his bed, taking stock of the poor dress. It had been ripped up the side to my thigh, covered in mud on the hem. I tore the satin gloves from my arms noting how few crystals remained on their loops.
“I wonder if Horris will be terribly upset with me,” I mused, reaching behind me to undo the buttons. William flicked on the light of the room, exposing his small bed and white duvet. The wooden bedframe sat upon a similar rug as the living room, and a large deep cherry wardrobe engulfed much of the space. Over the windows were white muslin curtains, and I peeked at the sketches stuck to the wall beside his bed.
Sketches of me.
I slinked off the dress, tossing it into the corner of the room. William dug through the large wardrobe, tossing a nightshirt onto the bed.
“What is this?” I asked, brushing my fingers over the wrinkled paper tacked to the wall. I was on my side, sleeping. He’d somehow captured perfectly the shape of my face, my nose, the curve of my fingers. Another portrait was of me from behind, the curve of my waist and rear. William’s hand came to my bare shoulder, squeezing.
“I did not have photographs of you so I tried to sketch you whenever I could.” I turned around, astonished. “I love you, Rosemary, I have never stopped. It pained me to be away from you for so long,” The hot, bitter suffering welled inside me again, despite being here with him, sitting on his bed.
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered, my face in my hands. No amount of apology would be enough to ease the regret I harbored for how badly I’d hurt him. William knelt before me, strong hands on my thighs.
“Rose,” he murmured, tipping my chin up to look at him. “Please do not apologize for what you felt was the right thing for you at the time; you were protecting yourself from an incredibly traumatic event.” He was so genuine and forgiving, my heart burst with a mix of love and something acrid. I managed a weak smile.
“What matters now is that you are here with me, after all this time, and I can see you, smell you, and feel you.” William’s eyes took a wicked turn, his hands running down my arms to my chest, gripping the clasps of the corset, eyes imploring for permission.
“My corset,” I rasped. He smirked, still kneeling as I jutted my chest forward to allow him to make quick work of the uncomfortable imprisonment. He tossed it to the floor, fingers gripping the hem of my underclothes to remove them. His hands trailed down my sides, coming to grip my bare hip, thumb touching the crease between it and my thigh. I shivered in response, yearning for him.
William undid his waistcoat, opening his dress shirt. I ran my hands down his exposed chest and stomach, taking stock of new scars. He bit his lip under my touch, throwing his head back.
He bulged against his trousers and the sight was too much, taking me over entirely. I stood.
“Lay down,” I instructed him, hands on my hips. He chuckled darkly, doing as he was told. I gripped the waistband of his trousers, tearing them from his legs, my eyes roaming his nakedness from his broad shoulders to his muscled chest. Farther still down that trail of curls to his hips and the hardened length between his well carved thighs. I placed my hands on his strong thighs, coming to my knees to bring my mouth slowly down to the head of his member, which I placed a gentle kiss on.
I took my tongue from the base of his shaft up to the sensitive spot at the tip, watching as he sucked in a breath and his cock twitched. Swirling my tongue over the head, bringing him into my mouth as far as he’d go, I wrapped my hand around the rest of him. He was velvet covered iron, pulsing under my touch.
Up and down I worked, sucking him, dragging my tongue over the curves of his shaft. With each stroke he tensed, his hands gripping the sheets as he grunted in time with my movements. I watched him from under my lashes, taking him deeper and deeper into my throat until I gagged, his hands flying to my hair as his beautiful green eyes met mine, burning. I did it again, bringing my mouth to the tip where I sucked the beading of liquid, back down to his base, gagging as he had nowhere to go but down my throat.
“Again,” he gritted out, guiding my head with hands locked in my hair. Over and over, faster with each pass until his grasp became punishing and his hips twitched. His breath inaudible, and his lip between his teeth as I sucked harder.
“Fuck,” he rasped. I pushed him further down my throat than I had before and he lost himself, spilling into my mouth, holding my head still as he did.
He coated my tongue and trailed down my throat as I swallowed him. William lay there, arm over his head as he panted. I brought my hand to my mouth where he had dripped onto my lip and wiped it away with my thumb.
“I love you,” I purred, placing my knees on either side of his waist. Surprise flickered over his face and he smiled, gripping my thighs and scooting his face underneath my hips.
In classic William style he began to pleasure me with his mouth. It felt as if every cell in my body would explode from his sheer skill. Of all the lovers I had taken, William was unlike any other. Moaning, I gripped his wrists, his hands digging into my thighs, holding me in place. I rocked against his face, crying out as his teeth grazed the bundle of nerves sending a spasm of damp heat throughout my body.
It did not take long at all for him to shatter me, my body shaking from the waves as he flipped me onto my back. He kissed me, swirling his tongue in my mouth so we could taste the mixture of ourselves and the sheer sensuality of it drove me wild, my head spinning. I writhed in anticipation, barely able to catch my breath as he entered me.
