Rachel had her hands up by her mouth, wide-eyed and slightly trembling as the fifteen-minute display went on. When it ended, William gently led her away from it to the Lover’s Walk, serpentine trails that led to secret alcoves and nooks that truly gave the pleasure gardens its name.
They ducked into an alcove that luckily had a lamp swinging on a branch of the colossal elms overhead. A breeze shivered against her cheek, but she did not have to wait to warm up. William closed her in his arms.
“I am so happy you brought me here,” Rachel murmured.
“Not as much as I am,” William said as he cupped her cheek in one hand and gave her a warm, sensual kiss. His tongue played with the seam of her lips before she parted them and let him glide in and out in a way that was both carnal but gentle. A soft moan came from her mouth out as she grasped the lapels of his cloak while his hands smoothed up the curve of her back.
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The sensation of his mouth moving over hers was tender but knowing where they were made it that much more exhilarating. It was an intimate sensation, sharing his breath, his taste, his scent, and feeling his hands roam all over her body.
There, sequestered under the thick canopy of giant elms and dense foliage of bushes, Rachel had the privacy she needed to unleash her inner desire. She hiked up her skirts and straddled William’s lap, lacing her arms around his neck while he wrapped his around her waist.
His mouth landed on hers with bristling heat, and the kiss surged with ravenous hunger. William’s kiss was hot and fierce; their tongues twisted, twined, and stroked the other. Rachel could not have enough of him, his taste, the hard feel of him, and the fierce sweetness of his kiss. She gave in to her base desire twisting her insides.
William’s hand cupped her bottom and held her tight, “You’re rubbing on me, sweetheart.”
The words were muffled in her ear, but she understood enough to pull away. “Rubbing?”
His eyes were heavy-lidded but held emerald fire. “Yes, sweet, onme.”
From under her thigh, she felt hardness resting on William’s thigh and realized he meant his member. Without thinking, she did it again and felt him; he was so hard…and large.
Mortified, Rachel stammered out an apology, but William kissed her words away. “I like you rubbing on me, sweetheart. Tell me…are you damp between your legs?”
She blushed. “Yes.”
He kissed her jaw and bit at her ear, “May I touch you there?”
In her hesitancy, he bent his head and suckled on the lobe of her ear— fiercely, without restraint. Her fingers dug into his scalp, wanting to hold onto the unexpected but exhilarating pleasure as warmth flooded her body, dampening her thighs even more.
“Yes, yes, please,” she gasped out. “Touch me.”
His mouth skimmed over her jaw and ear before dipping to her neck and dropping kisses on her tender skin while his hand skimmed up her bent shin and slid her dress up. She felt his hands trace over the cloth of her drawers, over her bottom, and up her inner thigh.
“Has any man touched you here?” he asked thickly.
“N-no,” Rachel shook her head and held fast on his shoulder. “You’re the first.”
He kissed her neck. “I’m honored, beautiful.”
His fingertips skimmed over her inner thigh, a breath away from her intimacy, and he hummed. “I feel how wet you are, love. I must touch you.”
As his finger skimmed over her wetness, Rachel felt as if a rod of lightning had run through her. She gasped as the shocking pleasure raced up her spine, turning her belly into liquid.
“You are so perfect,” he whispered thickly against her neck. “A goddess among men. I am fortunate to be your servant.”
Lost in newfound bliss, Rachel’s hips jerked as his palm cupped her, sliding along her slickness. Her fingers sunk into his shoulders while he teased and tantalized her body. His thumb circled the peak of her pleasure, and she gasped out a cry before hiding her face in his neck.
Her position gave him enough room to whisper heated, seductive, erotic words in her ear, decimating her control and driving her deeper and deeper into her base desire.
His fingers slipped into her body, sending more indescribable sensations through her. His lips whispered, “Put your hands on my shoulders.”
Feverish with desire, she obeyed. She lifted herself a little and looped her arms around his neck and back while William’s fingers thrust into her and his thumb strummed her secret nub like a harpist.
Broken and garbled pleas escaped her. Rachel felt herself crying out for fulfilment of the slick friction coiling tighter in her belly. Her knees threatened to give out.
She hung on tighter. “Please, William, please. I need to… help me!"
