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“I don’t think so.” She stretched out of pure sensuality. Hugh enjoyed the view.

He cleaned his penis, which became bigger. He looked at her, the cloth forgotten somewhere. “Sarah…I need you again!” His hoarse voice emitted, as he cradled himself between her flexed knees, his hand on her breast, his lips on her neck.

She held him in acceptance as they embarked again in the delirious trip that seemed to consume them.

Much later, he held her, all members entangled. He wanted to stay there. All night. Impossible. “Sarah.” He would not get enough of saying her name. “I need to go.”

She looked at him, lips swollen, hazy eyes, body all abandoned on his. “It’s ok.” Without artificial tricks, without drama, without asking anything.

Unusual such behaviour, in his view. Every woman who lay with him wanted something. However, he felt the one wanting now: her, the whole night, more and more. This constituted a total new scenario for him.

He dressed quickly, lest he changed his mind, and left. He descended the servants’ stairs to his chambers, so as not to be seen. His bed felt cold. His body burned. Nevertheless, the utterly satisfying evening led him to a dreamless sleep. He slept as he had not slept for weeks.

Sarah went to cloud nine. Her cares forgotten, she could only think about those hours in his arms. She smiled on her pillow, remembering the bliss. Every single second had been pure delight. She turned on her cot, her body sensitive in so many different places. She felt so grateful for having the chance to experience such rapturing moments with a man so…so…delicious as he. A surprising day off, that started in the park and ended in bed. With the man that would not leave her thoughts. She already wanted more, more of that insane delight. Sleep overtook her, carrying her to the mists of her memories.

CHAPTER 6

Hugh spent next day in a state of anxiety. He wanted her again. Now. He had not even seen her yet. She must be about her chores. He sat in his library. Maybe she would come there. But she did not . He decided to go to his club. If he stayed home, he would go crazy.

In the evening there would be another social event, Adelaide reminded him. He wanted to stay home.

Sarah had a long busy day. A day off would make her work accumulate, so she went about one chore after the other. When she finished at last, she had supper and went to bed.

Hugh had a candle, but it blew just before he reached her cubicle. He entered her room. In the dark, except for a faint moonlight that came in through the small round window near the low ceiling. He closed the door silently. He heard her breathing softly. She had fallen asleep.

He came to her cot and lay down behind her, as she lay on her side. The feel of her body got him almost instantly hard. He caressed her over her rough coverlet. The dark night involved them in an aura of intimacy.

“Sarah.” He breathed out, nipping the nape of her neck, with his stubbed mouth. He caressed her hips, her narrow waist.

“Sarah.” She stirred and moaned, grazing on him. Oh, God!

He undid her nightcap, loosened her hair. “Sarah, are you too tired for me?” He grazed his stubbed mouth along her neck. Her skin so warm, as she slept under the coverlet.

She stirred again, closer, making their bodies rub against one another. “No, my lord.” Her voice drowsy in the dark.

He tore away the coverlet, totally aroused by her stirring. Now he touched her body over her chemise. He cupped her breast, from behind her, over her chemise. “I have a name, Sarah! Hugh, remember?” Removing her chemise, he kissed the curve between her neck and her shoulder, panting.

The tickling of his stubble aroused her. “Yes, beautiful name!” She arched against him, sighing.

She made him candent. “Say it then.” His hand crept under her chemise. He found her small firm breast and started teasing her nipple with his thumb. She groaned.

“Say my name, Sarah!” Now her nipple gently squeezed between his fingers.

This amounted to too much for Sarah. She became all wet! He had been in her mind all day. His caresses inflamed her. She turned to him abruptly. In fumbling movements, she unbuttoned his shirt. Too many clothes on him, for pity’s sake! She pulled the shirt away and licked his skin hungrily, her fingers raking his shiny dark hair.

Hugh never had such an ardent response from a woman before and it blew up his mind. He held her, while he lifted her chemise and palmed her buttocks and thighs, pressing them on his rampant cock. Her hair spread over his chest, falling from around her face. It smelled of washing soap. She smelled of washing soap, so good on her! He let her do what she wanted with him.

She kissed his throat open mouthed, she grazed her open lips on his chest hair, coming down, and she captured his nipple, playing with it, savouring it. She intended to explore further.

This took him out of his mind. He had been waiting all day for this and now he WASon fire. He rolled her over and took her mouth hungrily. He devoured her and she devoured him back. She embraced him, arms and legs. Her chemise now coiled around her belly. They kissed and kissed.

He broke the kiss, trailing his mouth down her throat, her chest and it closed around her nipple. She arched her hand in his hair, holding him there. He sucked, nipped, licked. She held him tighter.

His hand descended and found her swollen, wet button. She melted. She relaxed bac

k on the mattress, sighing, and let him free to move.

He moved, circling his finger in a maddening way that made all her thoughts evaporate. “Please!” She pleaded.

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