Page 57 of A Marquess to Save Her
"Thank you, Mr. Leather," she replied as he left.
"The sculptor was so mesmerized by my sculpting that he had no choice but to give me his sculpture," Louise said to Callum to taunt him.
Callum shrugged as he feverishly painted the vase. "He knew that your figurine is not fit to be called a sculpture, therefore, he gave you the cup so that you would, at least, have a sculpture to take home," Callum said.
Louise seethed. "You are simply jealous of my cup," she responded.
She was just about to continue her figurine when the first platter of rain hit her. She stopped and looked at the sky that was now completely engulfed by the clouds. By this time, the rain splatter had increased and it became heavier with the passing seconds.
"Louise!" Callum called for her, "We have to go." He pulled her by the arm and she quickly grabbed the cup that the sculptor had just given her before letting him pull her away to the nearest place which was the greenhouse.
Louise panted heavily as she tried to catch her breath from the running. "We could have just run back to the house," she commented.
"And we would not have made it before the rain became heavy," he replied. As though on cue, the rain started in a heavy downpour.
"I suppose you are right," she replied, as she watched the rain cascade down the side of the greenhouse, "and now we are trapped here."
"Why, you do not seem so excited to be trapped here with me," Callum jested.
"And we have also lost the sculptures that we spent most of the day working on," she continued to complain.
"And you still have the cup that the sculptor was kind enough to give you," Callum replied.
"Yet, all our effort of the entire day is gone," she said.
"It does not matter, Louise," Callum said, taking his seat on one of the chairs in the greenhouse, "If you want, I could make you more sculptures."
Louise smiled. "You do not have to."
"Come sit," he said, patting his lap invitingly.
"Are you asking me to sit on your lap?" Louise asked.
Callum nodded. "I assure you, it is quite comfortable."
"What if someone saw us?" she asked.
Callum laughed, "No one comes to this part of the house and even if they did, no one could possibly step into this heavy rain for any reason at all," Callum reassured her. Convinced that they were safe from the prying eyes of thetonas long as it continued to rain, Louise took Callum up on his offer.
He traced a hand lightly across her back and Louise whimpered.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Just something to kill the boredom," Callum said, smiling at her.
Not wanting to be upstaged, Louise leaned in and kissed him full on the lips.
"I love that," he murmured through the kiss.
Louise felt the weight and warmth of his hand on her thigh. He traced a finger across one of the ropes on her pantalettes, pulling it from her body and then letting it go so that it snapped right back to her body. Louise let out a quick breath. His hand snaked to her dress and pulled it up, exposing her legs.
She felt his hand run up the inside of her leg and then drag the pantalettes off her. Another moment, and she was naked from her waist down. The feeling of his coarse fingers tracing every curve between her legs excited her. The fact that his hands on her body seemed calm and unhurried. He touched her in a self-assured manner, as though he knew perfectly well what he was doing. While Louise loved the feverish lovemaking that they often had, the kind of lovemaking that seemed like they needed to get as much pleasure out of each other as soon as possible, she also loved the unhurried and almost lazy approach he used this time. He was simply exploring her skin, leaving a trail of heat in his wake. It was as though he was touching her with the aim of exploring every fold and crevice in her body.
Louise smiled. She never thought it possible that one person would be so obsessed with her body and everything about her and yet, here Callum was, ready to worship every tiny part of her. When his tongue licked her opening just briefly, her muscles twitched and when he dragged his tongue all the way to the tip of her core, she felt herself surrender completely.
Louise heard the sucking noises of him indulging in her and then, she felt his fingers probing at her opening. The wetness of her opening already coated Callum's finger, making it easier for him to navigate her folds. He finally pressed inside of her, pushing against her wall, as though he was searching for something. When he finally extracted his finger, Louise could hear her opening making a moist sound.
She was basking in the little waves that were coursing through her body and then another finger moved up toward her center, rubbing it and applying just enough pressure to drive her totally insane. Louise had been trying not to make a noise but she could not take it anymore. Her legs were shaking uncontrollably, and she could not get them to stop. Callum suddenly removed his fingers and just like that, she was left bare, and most importantly, desperately hungry for more.
