Chapter 9 #2
Chloe smiled, and it was a wicked one. She took his hand and pulled him upright. “Just testing to see how long it would take for you to crack and say something to me.”
Moses groaned, and dropped his head onto her shoulder as Chloe burst into giggles. “Are you always going to be running experiments on me, Chloe?”
“Probably,” she said kissing his cheek as he raised his head. “And now, I only agree on three conditions.”
“Conditions!” Burst Moses.
His beautiful wife-to-be nodded her head. “Firstly, on the condition that you will always allow me to have my own way.”
Moses shook his head slowly and pinned her to the trunk of the tree with his hands on her hips. “What have I let myself in for? And the second condition?”
“Secondly,” said Chloe, as she dreamily wound her hands around his neck, “that we have as many children as possible.”
He had to laugh at that one, as he nuzzled her neck. “I do not think you will hear any complaints from me on that score. And the last?”
It was starting to get difficult to concentrate now, for she was arching her back and pushing her firm breasts into his chest, and her hips were gently thrusting into him as she spoke.
“Thirdly,” she whispered in his ear, “that they will all receive an outstanding education. Boys and girls.”
Moses smiled as he growled and kissed her harshly on the lips. “Done, done, and done,” he said darkly. “And now you will stand here as I do you.”
He had not planned this just as he had not planned the proposal, but it was a chance too good to miss; the wind was blowing from the house so no one would hear them, and there was little to no chance that anyone would come looking for them for the next ten minutes.
Moses bit her lip gently as he kissed her, teasing out that delicate balance of pain and pleasure, as he moved his right hand away from Chloe’s hip and gathered up her skirts.
“What – what are – ?”
But he would not allow her to speak: this was her chance to receive unadulterated pleasure from him, and he was not going to let her get in her own way.
“Trust me,” he murmured into her lips as he possessed them once more with his own.
Her back was arching again, but this time due to uncontrolled passion, not teasing playfulness, and Moses felt the painful stir in his breeches as his body tried to respond – but no.
This was about her pleasure today. He would have plenty of time to sink himself into her in the years to come.
His searching hand finally found the sweet flesh underneath the skirts, and as his fingers raked her thigh, Cloe moaned in his mouth.
It was everything Moses could do not to throw her down onto the ground and take her right there and then, but he was going to be patient; this was going to be done right.
Slowly, painstakingly slowly, as his lips and tongue wound up the tension in her, his hand moved slowly along her thigh to her secret place – and at the same time that he touched her inner folds lightly with his fingertips, his other hand moved to the back of her gown and pulled once more at that ever-so-obliging ribbon.
Chloe cried out in pleasure as his lips moved to her exposed breasts, bouncing erotically in their new-found freedom, at the same time that her most secret place felt the heat of his fingers.
“Oh, what are you – oh, this is more than I can take!”
His entire body throbbed with pent up desire, but he was determined: this was to be Chloe’s pleasure. The softly moving fingertips underneath her skirt started to become more firm, more determined as they grew wet from her desire and Moses groaned into her body as his tongue scraped her nipple.
Her hands were in his hair and her legs were turned to jelly, but his left hand held her steady as she started to lose herself to the rising sensuality of the moment.
“Yes, deeper,” she moaned, “deeper, oh yes!”
Encouraged by her words, Moses gently inserted two of his fingers into her tight folds, and almost wept to feel how ready she was for him, how wet, how hot, but she was not ready to reach her climax yet.
Slowly, slowly the rhythm started to build, and he matched it with his tongue on her breasts, fondling them, teasing first one nipple and then the other, driving her wild and knowing that she would give him a sign when she was ready to capitulate to her building desire.
And there it was.
“Oh Moses!” Chloe cried out his name in a jagged cry that almost caused him to climax himself.
His fingers now worked, curling inside her to touch that special place deep within her that he knew would push her over the edge, and his head lifted to capture her lips in his own as his other hand took up the charge of budding and twisting her nipple as she shuddered against him and the tree, unable to think, barely able to stand, and she cried out his name in his mouth as she climaxed around his fingers in heady waves of pleasure.
Moses took deep breaths as she fell against his chest, his fingers still deep within her, glorifying in the aftershocks of her ecstasy.
“And next time,” he said jerkily in her ear, “I will do that with my mouth.”
Chloe laughed raggedly, and lifted her desire-hazed eyes to his eyes. “Next time?”
Moses felt a surge of carnality wash over him, and wondered how long it would be until a search party would be sent out to look for them. “I will give you five minutes to recover, and then we begin again.”
His laughter mingled with hers as their lips met for another fiery kiss.