Buckle up tight and get ready for an old fashioned bodice ripper. The pacing of this from new guest poster Jayne Ramsey is absolutely exquisite! Jayne lives in the Scottish Highlands where she farms sheep and writes erotica, and provides succour for weary travellers.
It was hot that night, the hottest of the summer. There was a hesitant stillness that hinted at the storms to come. When they arrived, they would drench the earth and relieve, albeit temporarily, the oppressive stench of sweet soil and sweat. For now all she could do was sit by the open window, hoping to catch a stray breeze. She had dressed simply, purposefully shedding any trace of wealth or status, in a thin white cotton dress. Her long hair was loosely tied back and the heat made soft curls cling damply to the nape of her neck. Bare feet tucked under her, she sat by the open window and waited.
He was bone tired. Working in the heat had taken its toll on him and he longed for cool water, hot food and sleep. One, two, three, the wooden steps to the back door creaked as his heavy boots landed on them. He dropped his bag on the floor and gratefully pumped ice cold water into the sink, stripping off his rough shirt as he did. He thrust his head under the pump, rinsing away the sweat and grime of the days work. Grabbing a rough towel he headed through the door to the other room and stopped dead in his tracks at what he saw.
He was there at last. Still dripping with water, mouth slightly open in surprise, stock still like a deer hearing a hunter approach. Dark hair, longer than it should be, ragged around his ears and neck. Bright blue eyes, a soft, almost feminine mouth. Broad shoulders, well muscled arms and the hair on his chest narrowing to a line that led down, down, down….She slowly stood up, the wooden floor rough on her feet, and began walking towards him.
He watched her looking him over, almost hungrily drinking in his body. She stood up and the thin cotton of her dress did nothing to hide her round breasts and her curvaceous hips. She was small and young, not yet twenty, but she commanded him with her brazen assessment of him. She had the upper hand and she knew it, revelled in it, demanding his attention. As she drew closer to him she reached out her hand to him.
As she reached him, she stretched out her arm and placed her hand on his chest. Not looking at his face, she felt the swell of muscle under her skin and traced her fingers through the hair glistening with water. Keeping her hand on his body, she moved around him, feeling his shoulders, back and then having gone full circle she was in front of him again. She finally looked up at him and parted her mouth slightly, her eyes locked on his, begging him to understand what she wanted.
The moment she touched him he was lost. Her hands, firm and purposeful left white hot traces of desire on his skin and something stirred in him that had lain dormant for a long time. He wanted to move, he wanted to hold her to him, but he knew he must wait until he was sure that she wanted the same. Now in front of him once more, she looked up at him, parted her lips and sent shock waves through him. The wait was over.
He stepped forward and placed his hands gently on either side of her face, bending towards her lips, grazing them with his. She reached up and sank her fingers into his hair pulling him closer, taking one lip between hers and softly sucking it. A soft groan escaped from him and she pulled away. His breath hitched, thinking he had scared her but instead she pulled loose her hair and in one fluid movement pulled her dress over her head and dropped it to the floor. She stood before him, her pale rounded body so alien and so divine. Firm breasts with pale pink nipples, rounded hips and though her hair was fair, the thatch between her legs was darker, hiding the treasure within.
She knew he was aroused when she first touched him but standing naked before him she could now see his hardness through the rough material of his trousers. She wanted to feel it in her hand, test it, caress it, make him want her as much as she wanted him. She reached out and grasped him, delighting in how it felt, how it twitched at her touch. He took her other hand and led her over to the bed, sitting her down as he knelt before her. He put his hands on her and his rough skin over her nipples sent shivers through her. He softly squeezed her breasts caressing her nipples with his thumbs, brushing back and forth until she was dizzy with desire. She bent forward and began to unbutton his trousers. She’d only ever seen one boy naked before, when she stumbled upon one of the stable hands washing in the lake. His shrivelled penis was repellent to her but what she saw now was a thing of beauty. Hard, long and thick, she couldn’t stop staring at it. She wriggled further on to the bed and pulled him up beside her.
He felt suddenly shy as her fingers deftly unbuttoned him, revealing his solid erection, embarrassed that she had such an effect on him. She studied it so greedily that his confidence returned and when she pulled him on the bed next to her he eagerly followed. He lay on his side, their naked bodies mirroring each other. Instinctively he stroked her pale thigh then ran his fingers through the mass of hair between her legs. She shivered and parted her legs slightly, inviting him in.
She had never had a man before but had explored her own body, alone in the dark, fondling, caressing and silently shuddering but as good as it felt, she always ached for more. She had no interest in the pale vacuous men her family expected her to be seen with but then she had snuck out to the market one day and seen him there. So dark and solid, more real than any other man she had seen and she knew with absolute certainty that he was the one she wanted.
He burrowed his fingers into her, parting her lips, feeling her wetness within. He lent over her, his lips on her mouth, probing with his tongue, devouring her, whilst his fingers entered her, spreading her gently. She tensed briefly but when his questing fingers found her pearl she melted into him.
As he carefully stroked her, her breathing into his face, she reached down and grasped his hard penis in her cool hand. Like velvet over iron, it was hot and solid, with soft skin to cushion the hardness. She felt like it belonged in her hand, and she began to stroke it, gently at first and then more firmly, matching the rhythm of his own strokes on her. She was aching for him now, she wanted him inside her, filling up every part of her, owning her body as she owned his. She pulled her hand away and moved onto her back, willing him to take her.
Her touch on him was like electricity, sending shocks over his whole body. When she stroked him, he forgot about everything except his hand on her and her hand on him. When she lay back he didn’t hesitate. Laying over her, he lifted her slightly and slowly, slowly entered her. He expected some resistance but she was so wet that he seemed to glide in. Oh how good it felt to be encased in her flesh. He began to move, in and out, getting deeper and deeper with each move.
As he penetrated her, she felt herself stretch to accommodate him. Now she knew what she had ached for alone in the dark. This. This blissful feeling of fullness. His hard body above her and within her. With each thrust she lifted her hips to meet him, rolling with him, as the pressure built within her. His lips on her neck, on her mouth, his hands on her breasts, she was lost with him. He thrust deeper and deeper, and when she tensed around him, crying out, he cried out with her, exploding within her, once, twice, again and again. Spent, he slipped out of her and lay close beside her on the bed, stroking the hair from her face as their breathing returned to normal. They lay together in silence as the storm broke and the falling rain doused the heat.
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