Chapter Ten #4
Slowly at first, withdrawing almost completely before pushing into her again.
She was incredibly slick and his pace began to increase.
His hands clutched her buttocks against him, his mouth on her neck and shoulders as she gasped with every thrust, every withdrawal.
The more he moved, the more she liked it.
It was bliss beyond words.
Clark stroked in and out of her, holding her beautiful body tightly against him as he moved.
His mouth was on her face, her lips, her neck.
There wasn’t any part of her upper body that he hadn’t lovingly kissed.
He shifted so he could lap at her breasts again, those naughty things that had teased him through the fabric, and he could feel her body drawing at him as he tasted her.
He thrust hard, grinding his pelvis against hers and feeling her first release around his swollen member.
As Summer muffled her cries against his head, Clark thrust into her a few more times before finding his own blinding release.
He pulled out swiftly before he could spill inside of her, spending himself on the dirt floor of the shed.
After that, the little storage shed was full of the sounds of heavy breathing and pleasurable groans.
Clark’s hands were still on her buttocks and as Summer held him around the neck, her body pressed against his, her legs wrapped around his hips like a vise.
Her arms were growing weary, however, so he shifted so she could lean back against the wall and take the strain off her arms.
“Are you well?” he whispered, kissing her mouth tenderly. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
Summer had her hands on his face, studying him. “Nay,” she murmured. “It was just as I imagined it to be. I’ve waited my entire life for this moment with you, Clark. It was magical.”
He smiled faintly, not sure how to respond to that.
There was a large part of him that knew he had just done something very, very bad.
No matter how much he loved her, he’d always kept her pure.
He had never compromised her and he was proud of that fact, but all of that resolve had quickly vanished on this night.
His desire for the woman had gotten the better of him.
God, he was in trouble.
“Mayhap that is true,” he said after a moment. “And it was all the things you have said it was. But I must apologize. I should not have let this happen.”
“Do you regret it, then?”
He shook his head. “Never,” he said firmly.
“Do not misunderstand me. What happened… it was not lust. It was emotion. That is what overpowered us. My love for you, your love for me. When emotion is that powerful, it overwhelms common sense. But for propriety’s sake, we should not have done it.
I want to be clear that it must not happen again, not until we are properly wed. ”
Summer smiled faintly, her legs tightening around his hips and pressing her pelvis against his.
He was still embedded in her, though growing flaccid, but she could still feel him.
It was an unfamiliar sensation but she knew she would come to crave it.
Already, she could tell. Perhaps he didn’t want to do it again until they were properly wed, but that wasn’t what she wanted.
She wanted more.
“Not again?” she said, kissing his chin. “We cannot do it again right now?”
He groaned, trying to resist her. “Nay,” he said flatly. “You have been gone overly long from your mother and she will send the servants to look for you and they must not find us… like this.”
Summer sighed heavily. “I know,” she said, stopping her onslaught. “It is simply that I never want this to end.”
This time, he leaned forward to kiss her. “Nor do I,” he said. “But it must, for now. If this ever got back to your father, I would be in an enormous amount of trouble. He would more than likely send me away, so you must never speak of this to anyone.”
Summer knew that. The spell of their lovemaking was somewhat broken and she unwound her legs as he carefully set her to the ground. She began to tighten up the ties on her bodice.
“I will not,” she said. “No one will ever know but you and me.”
“That is the way it should be.”
“We must get Wynter married sooner rather than later because I am not sure how much longer I can wait to call you my husband.”
He finished tying off his breeches, now helping her with her garment. He pulled it down around her feet and helped her smooth it over.
“The day I call you my wife will be the proudest day of my life,” he said. “Until then, we must be patient. Remember that the reward will be great.”
He had his hand on the door but she stopped him. “Will you at least tell me you love me before we part ways?” she murmured.
He grew serious. “I love you madly, Lady Summer de Thorington,” he said. “You are the heart that beats within me. I am not certain how long we will be separated, but any day I am apart from you is one day too many.”
Summer smiled at him, putting a finger to her lips and blowing him a kiss as he opened the door. Once it was open, Clark checked to see if anyone was around before beckoning her forth. Once out of the shed, Summer went one way and he went the other.
Two lovers, parted by circumstance.
And an older sister who refused to marry.