20 These boots are magic
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These boots are magic
Benjamin
Isabella looks at me, biting her lower lip. She finishes taking off her clothes while I analyse her, arms crossed and already naked and hard.
My gaze runs down her perfect body. Isabella is feminine, soft, and delicate. Her breasts are small, the nipples the same colour as her lips. Her belly is flat, and her bum is round, hard, and perky. A goddess. One I’m going to make the most of.
“You make me nervous looking at me like that,” she comments, throwing coloured bath salts into the hot water and tying her hair up in a bun.
“Forgive me, but I can’t help it.” I pull her round by the waist. “Your body is delicious.”
Bella gives a low chuckle as we get into the bath, her back resting on my chest, her arse pressing between my legs.
OK, this isn’t going exactly as I imagined. The bathtub is too small for two people. I can barely move. I laugh. “In 1817, I’m sure we could get up to mischief in the bathtub. They were much bigger.”
She laughs too, and I wrap my arms around her as best I can, my member pressing against her hard arse.
“No problem, we can have fun in bed in a little while. Now just relax, you pervert.”
I kiss the curve of her neck and do as she asks. It seems that Bella is the only person who can make me relax. And laugh. Even dream. How will I live without this woman when the time comes for me to leave?
“Tell me more about your time,” she requests. “Were the baths really big? We always write bath scenes in romance novels, but I don’t remember if I’ve ever researched this in depth.”
“Well, they were taller. And a bit wider. I think we could move more easily,” I tease, licking her ear.
Isabella plays with her hand in the water. “I think I’d do well in your time.”
My smile dies almost entirely. “You…” I think carefully about what to say. I don’t want to be wrong. “Do you really think so?”
God, I don’t know what I’m doing, but I admit that Isabella’s speech made my imagination cross some boundaries.
I have already thought about asking her to come with me. Despite not wanting to name what I’m feeling, trying to deny the intensity of what we share, I’ve considered taking Isabella into my own time. About making her my wife, about living a life by her side. I’ve considered making her happy.
I keep silent, telling myself that considering this possibility is silly. I’ve never thought about telling her. Until now.
Isabella remains silent for a moment, her hand still moving in the water. “I don’t know. It’s not that simple. The nineteenth century is difficult for women. It still is hard in the twenty-first century, but it was worse back then. Not to mention… I have all my family here. My father only has me.”
She’s basically answered the question I didn’t ask. I’m glad I didn’t.
I know all this, but I confess that something inside me breaks with these words. But I have no right to feel this way. Not when I’m leaving for similar reasons.
“Do you know what I think?” I kiss her neck once more, determined to divert the subject. “I think I can get up to something in this tub without having to move much.”
“Is that right?” Bella tilts her head towards me.
“Yes, miss.”
I place one hand gently on her neck. The other moves down her wet skin, finding a hard nipple, pinching and twisting it.
“Wow…” Isabella gasps, and I peek at her face. Her eyes are closed and she’s smiling, clearly enjoying my caresses.
“Spread your legs, love.”
Isabella does as I say. I slide my touch down to the middle of her legs. Even with the tight space, I manage to open up the moist folds and find her pulsating point. I tease it with the tip of my finger, pressing deftly. Isabella gasps, parting her lips. My free hand returns to fondle a breast, squeezing. I insert my middle finger into her, without stopping to stimulate her clitoris. I’m about to explode with desire, with the urge to take her into the bedroom and dive into her, but I don’t stop. Even in this, we fit perfectly. Every day, I discover something new that only reinforces the idea that Bella was made for me.
“Ben…” Bella moans, and I bite a piece of skin on her neck, then suck on it.
“Come for me, Bella,” I whisper, and it’s as if my words are an order that she obeys without complaint.
Isabella shudders in my arms, one of the most marvellous sensations I’ve ever experienced. She’s the one cumming and I’m the smiling idiot. I’m an experienced man. I know how to give pleasure and enjoy it. But with her… it’s inexplicable. I could do this all my life. If only we had that. If only it were possible…
I can’t get enough of her body, her smell, the sound of her laughter and joy. I wake up thinking about her and how sad it makes me that we’re coming to an end.
“You’re amazing,” Bella says, and I know she’s smiling.
“We are.” I trail kisses along the nape of her neck.
“I’m going to have to ask you to do it again.”
“I’d do anything you asked of me.”
She stops and twists her head round, her expression wicked. What is she up to? “Anything?”
I nod. Bella smiles broadly. “Well… I have a fantasy in mind.”
* * *
Isabella
Well then. If Benjamin says he’ll do anything for me, I decide to test him with a fantasy of my own.
And isn’t he telling the truth?
When he enters the room, wearing only his shirt, black boxers, and riding boots, I almost scream with excitement.
“What’s the name of what I’m going to do?” he asks me.
“Striptease. You have to get rid of your clothes, slowly .” I raise an eyebrow. “I want to analyse every centimetre, but the boots must remain.”
“I’m practically naked, Bella.”
I shake my head. “No, no. There’s still plenty for the imagination.”
He rolls his eyes. “Why should the boots stay? They should be the first to go.”
“They stay! It’s my fantasy, milord. Please be respectful.”
Benjamin takes a deep breath but doesn’t contradict me.
I get into bed, between the pillows that smell of fabric softener. I’m just wearing a pyjama top and barely there knickers, which I’ve chosen on purpose.
“I’m going to choose a song,” I say, and he frowns deeply.
“What for?”
“So you can take your clothes off to the beat of the music. That’s how you do a striptease.”
“Bella, I don’t understand anything.”
Oh dear, what an old-fashioned guy. I open Google and type striptease into the search bar. The first result is the funniest: how to do a striptease in eight steps. Laughing, I hand Benjamin my phone.
“See this tutorial here.”
Benjamin picks up the device and squints at the screen. I have to stop myself from laughing. He runs his eyes over the content, concentrating, like someone studying for an important test. Very dedicated, this English lord.
“Right,” he hands me back the device, “I think I’ve got it.”
I open Spotify and click on the first strip playlist that pops up. Britney starts singing “Gimme More”, and I put my phone away.
Between the beats and Spears’ giggle, I look at the man in front of me. “I’m ready.”
He lifts his chin, still seeming to think. “I apologise in advance if I don’t meet your expectations.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll like it.” I make a motion with my finger. “Now, show me that delicious body.”
Benjamin laughs and starts to move. He doesn’t dance, but he tries to keep up with the music. He runs his hand through his hair, biting his lower lip.
“The wink,” I suggest.
He smiles and obeys.
Beloved father… gimme more !
Benjamin moves his hands to the hem of his shirt and starts to lift it up. “Is that aright?” he wants to know, referring to the speed of the movements.
“Yes, it is.”
He keeps moving, his abs revealing themselves. I swallow my saliva, full of arousal. This is turning out better than I bargained for.
Benjamin pulls his shirt over his head, turning round as he lets the fabric fall to the floor. I get wetter and wetter as I observe the muscles of his strong back, the design of his arms, his hard arse.
“The boxers. Let me see your arse,” I say, and he turns round.
“Calm down. I thought you wanted it to be slow.”
“Come on!”
Benjamin is laughing as he turns back round and starts to take off his pants. My mouth drops open at the sight of his firm buttocks. And when he turns round, the glorious cock, which I’ve started to call my own Big Ben, faces me, fully erect and horny.
My God, this man is perfect. From head to toe, there’s not a part of him that can be saved.
“I’m going to have to take my boots off now,” Benjamin warns.
“No!” I protest immediately. “I want them to stay.”
“I can’t take my boxers off and keep my boots on, Bella!”
I start to really laugh because his nonchalant expression is great.
Benjamin grimaces and takes off his boots at once, putting them aside. “You laugh, don’t you?”
“I’m sorry, but I couldn’t take it.” I continue laughing.
Benjamin throws himself at me, naked. He stops the music and gets rid of my phone. His erection brushes against my belly, and he steals an intense, possessive kiss, pinning my arms above my head.
“My turn to ask for something?” he whispers between kisses.
“What do you want?” I manage to ask. I’m already desperate, dying for him to touch me, to come inside me hard.
He bites his lower lip as he turns me face down on the mattress, pushing my bum up.
“I want you in this position.” His hand moves up my bare thigh, stopping at the fabric of my panties, which are already wet by now. “OK?”
I nod, relaxing my head sideways on the pillow.
Benjamin pulls down my panties and throws them away.
“Try to be quiet while I suck you off, Bella.” He holds my arms crossed behind my back now. Firm, yes, but with the usual affection.
I feel Benjamin’s tongue sliding over me, from bottom to top. He licks and sucks me, exploring my folds and my clitoris, alternating with kisses and light nibbles on my arse. I’ve never felt so exposed and so at somebody’s mercy. So free. I moan against the pillow, rolling over a little, seeking relief from the marvellous torment Benjamin is causing me.
I’m throbbing, about to come when he pulls away and turns me round. Benjamin takes a condom from the drawer of the bedside table and puts it on. He joins me again, penetrating my body slowly, his eyes on mine.
“I’ve been dying to get into you, but I need to look into your eyes.” He thrusts. Once. Then again. “Can you feel what you’re doing to me, Bella? Can you?”
I can. If I’ve surrendered in this bed, Benjamin is here with me. Our connection goes beyond our bodies; it’s something deeper, something unique and special. Something inexplicable that no amount of time can erase. Something that would be worthy of books, films, or plaques on benches.
I love him. I love him completely and, even if we can’t be together, I want to cherish every moment, every memory of the two of us for the rest of my days.
“Bella, I’m close…” Benjamin murmurs, his forehead sweaty, without stopping moving. My heart is racing; my body is sweating; and I want to close my eyes, but I remain attentive to him, aware of every movement, every touch and gasp, every breath.
“Yes, yes…” That’s all I can say because I’m close to exploding too.
He caresses my clitoris, and I start to tremble. My limbs are numb, and I’m no longer the owner of my body, the owner of me. He is. I’m completely in this man’s hands. And not just my body. My heart is all Benjamin’s.
It always will be. For us, there’s no turning back.
We cum at the same time, shaking so much that I feel dizzy. Finally, I close my eyes, searching for air, feeling the wonderful weight of his body on mine.
Benjamin pulls out of me but doesn’t move away. He kisses my neck, with such softness and affection that I get emotional.
“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he whispers. I turn my face to his, touching our noses.
“You too. I…” love you , that’s what I want to say, but I can’t. The words stop in my throat, jumbled and painful.
“I know,” Benjamin replies, kissing the tip of my nose and pulling me to him. “I know, my love.”
Still in each other’s arms, we fall into a deep sleep.