NSFWThere will be things happening here that are just for you and me.
His confident, matter of fact statement, his little smirk. As she'd climbed up on this bed she'd assumed he'd demure, hesitate, and be overly polite to deflect her blatant teasing. Instead he stepped up and lobbed an innuendo right back at her. The things happening here just for them, they'd not discussed such things yet. Until she'd opened this Pandora's Box nothing that required utter privacy had neither been discussed nor taken place. It was a simple and obvious turn of phrase but it sent her mind reeling. Passionate kisses, hungry touches, gasping breaths against each other's skin, his mess of dark hair between her thighs. Surely that was what he was referring to?
His little kiss pulled her attention back. Smiling up at him a little bit she shifted, making more room for him, pulling one of his pillows up to cushion her back against the headboard. She leaned into his second kiss, reaching up to tenderly run her thumb over his lips as she pulled away. If he kept up like this the things happening in this room between just the two of them might begin occurring sooner than she'd anticipated.
It surprised her when his own account of their lives in the room started without a dressing gown. Again, there was no reason to be surprised, he wasn't 16 anymore, but he was still more direct than she'd expected. No dressing gown, fine. Music, good, there would always be music. Roses...she wondered for a moment if in the sprawling estate there was a rose garden. Perhaps she could fill these rooms with flowers from the gardens and wild flowers from the fields. Emeralds. Fine. She was happy to wear her emeralds without a dressing gown if he liked it.
In his fantasy he was nervous around her, it was adorable. Smiling at him she gave his hands a little squeeze. "Awww," she said softly as he said even after what was a long time he'd still be nervously overwhelmed by her. Another simple phrase, another tangent in her mind. Did he really think that his attraction would go on and on? That even years on he'd be weak in the knees for her? It was extremely cute, a sweet dream, but not something she was sure was possible.
A corset was in the story. Of course, he was old fashioned in some ways. This was the ideal space for it though. Silk corsets with elegant wide ribbons up the back. Delicate silk stockings tied around her thighs with more pretty ribbons. Apparently jewels would be preferred as well. How very gothic, how very sensual. She smirked at him, her little dark romantic. He moved her hand to the places she'd demand kisses in this fantasy. It was very clever of him. Each place he moved her fingers ached for his touch as soon as he lifted her fingers away from the skin. The ache was hardly soothed by his sweet little kisses, the hungry just radiated out from those spots over her body.
She watched him slowly pull apart the bow around her neck. Her pulse quickened. He opened her top button exposing the base of her neck and the top of her chest. As he pressed his lips to the skin he'd uncovered she closed her eyes. The moment was so seductively tender it might have made her swoon if she was a weaker woman. He fingered her next button but stopped short of pulling it loose. Immediately she felt disappointed that he had stopped himself.
Clearly she'd underestimated him. Her goal had been to unravel him a bit, not the other way around. But here she was, melting into him and his fantasy, her breath caught in her chest with anticipation over the next button. "It's a beautiful thought," she said softly. Everything felt light and warm. The doubts and worries the plants had spawned had been brushed away. Wild plants, insane Irish house elves, a half furnished house, what did that matter as long as this bed was here? He would clothe her in emeralds. He would fill her house with roses. He would go weak in the knees just watching her across the room. He would submit to her physical affection demands. He would love her. He was promising to love her which was far more than she'd come to expect from a marriage.
She kissed him again, sliding her body closer to him. Smiling against his lips her kiss was playful, catching his lip gently in her teeth she reached down and swept his fingers away from her blouse. "Cheeky," she scolded him playfully. Immediately she felt some form of regret. She wanted him to continue. A dull but consistent ache for him was seeded deep within her now. Being here, in his bedroom, openly discussing their private married life was emotionally intoxicating. His closeness, the romantic room, sitting on the bed, only served to heighten the physical hunger she felt.
Pulling back slightly she considered him for a moment. He was handsome, as much as he denied it, and acted like some kind of victim of genetics, he was far prettier than he allowed himself. As her emotions slowly bubbled up from within she felt her physical attraction, her desire for him growing. Tenderly she reached out to smooth his thick, dark hair. "You like me to make demands?" she questioned hesitantly. "I think, given that we are not yet engaged, we should stick to my demands, to maintain propriety. So long as you do not take too many liberties with my demands I think we shall be on safe footing....for now."
Eyes on him she reached up and slowly freed the second button exposing the swells of her breasts. The third button was opened to expose the top of a black lace corset. The fourth and fifth buttons followed, exposing the corset as the blouse of the dress fell open creating a 'V' from the open collar to the cinched waistline, exposing her to him partially. Looking at him her heart pounded wildly. In the grand scheme of physical intimacy undoing one's blouse was the stuff of teenagers. Somehow though, for Farren, it still felt risque and intimate. She had not been with a man for many, many months. Other than her husband she had only been with one other man. So as silly as it might be for a widow in her late 20s to feel like opening her blouse was a statement, to her it was.
"Tell me," she said softly as she leaned closer to him again, "Does this count as things that will happen here that are only for you and I? Is this how it goes in your fantasy?" Her gaze dropped to his lips and she couldn't help but run her tongue over her own lips in anticipation. "Shall I give you some demands?" she breathed as her lips brushed his. Her kiss was passionate, her energy felt erratic, torn between a deep emotional well and what was quickly becoming pure lust for him.
"Touch me, here," she said taking his dominant hand in hers and sliding it into the few inches between their bodies. Kissing him slowly she moved his finger tips over the bare skin she'd exposed for him, trailing their fingers over the smooth curves of her body. Slowly she pulled her hand away so he could follow her directives. His fingers left a trail of tingles against her skin, she watched him as he touched her in awe of what she was feeling. Unable to help herself she kissed him again, her lips trailing from his to move slowly along his jaw and back.
"Now, like this," she said reaching for his hands again. More confident now she slid his hands against her, the lace cups of the corset resting in his palms, his fingertips pressed into the soft flesh that spilled from the top of the corset. Glancing down at his hands on her body a rush of desire swept over her. Was it really just the length of time she'd gone without being touched or was it just him? Had she wanted this for longer than she'd even thought? Since before the vanishing cabinet awakened a long buried emotional and sexual tension with her best friend?
The time for logic had passed, her emotions and lust had taken over. Leaning in to kiss him against she leaned into his hands, a soft moan escaping her lips as the pressure and friction from his hands triggered her. Wrapping her arms around him she kissed him deeply, wild emotions and desires spilling out into her physical movement and posture. "More," she breathed against his lips pressing herself harder against his hands. How much did she love this man? How long had she loved him? She'd never been more unsure. All she knew was that if she had less self control and more guts she'd be pulling him on top of her and hiking her skirts up around her hips. In her frenzied mental state she was sure that was the only way to fully experience these feelings, to pull his hips forward into her and watch him sink into her, giving herself to him, her third and final partner - if things went how she wanted them. The man she wanted to be with indefinitely, forever, who had held various pieces of her heart for so long, quietly waiting for nothing in particular.
Leaning back against the pillows, reclining she pulled him with her so he had to lean over her. "Kiss me," she gasped as she pulled her lips away, "Kiss my bare skin," she demanded her hand in his hair gently pushing his face towards her bosom. Exhaling heavily she took shallow, panting breaths, her skin burned under his attentions. Even though things were moving slowly, deliberately, sweetly she felt like his physical affections were all that would quench a growing thirst.
Sliding her hands between them she fingered the little silver tabs holding the front panels of her corset together. One by one she flicked them open, her corset was drawn loosely enough that with some effort she could force the two sides of the corset inwards and lift the hooks from their clasps. As the hooks came open she reached for one of his hands and slid it between them, resting it against the edge of the open corset. All he had to do was pull the lace panels aside and he could touch her bare skin. "Look," she demanded her voice low and sensual. "Gaze upon me, what shall soon be yours, are you pleased?"
How badly she wanted him to touch her. To listen to him declare his love and affection for her as he did. She wanted him to be as desperate for her as she was him. Desiring her so badly he rushed to take her, tugging frantically at clothing in the way, covering her exposed skin in kisses, sliding his fingers inside her, impatient to be joined with her, to hear him moan deeply as he felt her body under and around his. "Declan," she said softly looking up at him, her eyes wide and full of emotion. "I have never felt this way. I feel drunk but thirsty. Do you feel this too?" it was an earnest question, her expression abnormally vulnerable.
"Whatever have you done to me my love?" she reached for him, cupping his face in her hand smiling a little as her thumb rubbed his cheek slowly."Is it a potion? Did your bloody flowers cast a spell on me?" Smiling at her little joke she leaned forward kissing him softly, her lips barely resting against his. "I've never felt this way...consumed, by a man. How easily your presence engulfed me and drove me to the most pleasant misery. I feel like a fool for not realizing it long ago. How could I be so blind and foolish to what these feelings were all along?"
"I promise you Declan, I will try a lot, not just some. I will swear to you, I will give this my everything. To be everything you need from a great love," she kissed him again, a brush of her lips against his before she bore down harder, pulling him into a deep kiss as emotions engulfed her like waves. "This is scary," she confessed tenderly as she shifted her lips into a new angle against his. "These feelings. The emotions, the physical, it has overwhelmed me entirely but I like it."
Shifting she slid down further in the bed, nearly laying on her back, pulling him down with her keeping him close to her, unwilling to let go. "Promise me. Promise me you'll love me. Even when I make mistakes. Even when we fight. Even when we are far apart. Even if I accidentially hurt your feelings. Promise...." she kissed him again, her affection becoming increasingly messy and frantic. Cupping his face in her hands she looked up at him her head swimming in the waves of emotions and sensations he drew from her. Was this what it felt like to fall madly in love in real time? Or was this the feeling of realizing you'd been in love for a long time and were finally safe? Was this what it felt like to want a man entirely - body and soul?
"Promise me you won't let me go, even if I resist, this is new, I will admit only to you this is so powerful it's frightening. I've never wanted a man....needed a man like this. Promise me you won't give up on me, that I'll always be safe in your arms." Exhaling heavily she closed her eyes pressing her forehead to his. "Promise me that you'll forgive me, for all the mistakes I will make, for all the ones I've already made. Promise you will forgive me for taking so long to find my way home to you."