Chapter#215

"My dear," he said in a suddenly joyous husky voice. He put his arm around her shoulders, stooping his head to look into her bowed blushing face and seek her kiss.

The touch of his thin firm mouth sent a pulse tingling all down her veins, making her knees feel weak. His arms were firm in affection around her back, she knew his strength. He could catch and hold her weight. She pressed into his kiss, her mouth joining his, her body moving closer to lean against him, her knees trembling.

Clair pushed into her mouth with his tongue. Her lips parted to him, his tongue came curling in her mouth. She caressed his tongue with hers, thrilling to the soft joining of their flesh in their mouths before he parted from her kiss.

He looked into her warm face, the blue eyes in the dim blue twilight looked into his unveiled, thawed, soft as the Summer. He pressed the latch of her door and she turned and went before him into her room.

Lisette had left the heavy curtains open because she knew Arianna loved to enjoy the summer twilight through her light muslin curtains. Clair latched the door and reached immediately for Arianna in the soft blue light, pulling her towards him and caressing her head, cuddling her close to him and whispering something in her ear, she could not hear, it was just a warm buzz that made her wide mouth curve up in a tickled smile, she leaned into his embrace.

She put her hands on his hips and pulled the shirt from the waistband of the old jodhpurs he was wearing, slid her long fingers up his back, feeling the hard bones of his ribs and also the scars there, ridges of skin to her fingers ends' touch. She started to think about how he had duelled, he had duelled her friends over her honour but then Clair pinched her buttock and she sniggered and her head went back, his mouth was on her throat, kissing her throat and the hollow at the base of her neck and her breast in the open neck of her cotton dress. He was putting a finger up to pull at the buttons of her dress. She put her hands up to help him, pulling the buttons out the button-holes.

He moved away from her, went to sit in one of the armchairs and hurriedly to unbuckle his sword-belt, pull off his boots, strip off his jodhpurs and underpants, unbutton his shirt. Arianna had gone to put her dress tidily over the stool by her dressing-table. She lifted her head, shy again now that she had reached her white cotton petticoat, unsure about revealing so flagrantly the glorious plump beauty of her body.

Clair came quickly over, wrapped an arm about her and pulled her over towards her bed. He hung his weapons over the end of the bed then turned to draw her into the covers with him.

They lay in the dim blue twilight, staring across the pillows into each other's faces. Clair pulled the cover back again and started to get out of the bed. She was stricken with panic, she reached across to him with an anxious hand. Why was he leaving her? He turned his head and said in affectionate reassurance: "I'll get a condom to protect your honour. So you will not risk being with child."

Her face in the twilight suddenly became soft and golden-warm in the blue light. "Woulds't not like to have another child?" she asked. "Perhaps we might have a girl this time?" Her blue eyes lifted shyly, hopefully to him.

He stared at her soft face gleaming with hope in the dim blue light. He gave a gasp of excitement and pleasure and turned hurriedly back to her, came hunting her kiss across the pillows, thrilling to this appeal to make theirs a marital bed. She lifted her head to meet his and he sank into the white sheets in the blue twilight against her big soft body.

Arianna reached out to grip his shoulders, pressing into his kiss, into his embrace. He held himself hard against her, half-drowned in the softness of her body. Her lips came away from his and her head went back. He looked at her lightly tanned neck and kissed it down to where at the edge of her lacy petticoat, her skin became milky white. There was a blue vein running just under her skin to her right breast. He kissed along it, his fingers pulling the laces of her petticoat undone and uncovering her bodice. She herself was hastily unhooking her bodice to expose her breasts to his kiss. He kissed tenderly along the vein down her breast and at last opened his mouth around the pink areola of her breast.

Arianna's fingers tangled in his hair, crooked and shaky. She was moaning softly, tossing her head in the pillows. He licked around her nipple, feeling it harden and sit up erect under his tongue. He closed his teeth a little way on her breast, he moved his mouth down to kiss it on the soft underside.

He pulled more of her laces undone and started pushing the petticoat and bodice off her shoulders, she started pulling at his shirt. He sat up and flung the shirt off to the side of the bed with her petticoat and bodice. He looked into her face in the dim light, her eyes were passionate blue in the blue twilight, her golden hair tossed and tumbling in curls down her head.

"My beauty," he said huskily. "My storming beauty!"

She laughed, rolling her shoulders in the pillows so that her big breasts rolled too. He bent his head to her breast again, kissed it, began to kiss down her soft belly, gentle pinches of kisses that made her stomach muscles clench up and she laughed above him. His fingers trailed down to rest on her creamy thigh. Her thighs were opening to his touch, his kisses were following his fingers, his fingers were tangling in her lacy cotton knickers and pulling them away, she was gasping above him among the pillows.

He put his fine experienced fingers to the downy fair curls of her pubic hair, looking up into her eyes with a wicked grin. Arianna stared down at him, her eyes bewildered but also lost in desire. He could do what he would with her now, she was gone over to him.