The Ride Home from the Wedding

[Decimus mab Halcyone]

I watched her enter the carriage with admiring eyes, then stepped up in to it behind her, settling in close as the carriage rolled off into the night. For a long moment I looked at her, enjoying the way the moonlight played off of her hair and face, catching her eyes and lighting them up like candles in a lost night. "You're so very lovely," I said softly, one of my hands coming to stroke gently down her cheek.

[Géraldine Grangier]

"Your compliments honor me, Decimus," I whispered softly as I leaned into his touch, smiling softly, letting my skin rejoice in the caress of his strong hand. I looked at him, really looked at him through the soft emotion that filled me as he touched me, and smiled gently. He was beautiful all around, my patron - handsome to catch a thief, kind and gentle, humorous and brave, no doubt. I let my hand mirror his touch, letting a featherlight caress discover the hairy texture of his beard, and under my breath, I said, "Would I be so bold, as to tell you I have been aching for your touch all evening, My Lord?"

[Decimus mab Halcyone]

It were as if her words released a dam in me, and it was all I could do not to pull her onto my lap and ravish her. "I rather enjoy your boldness," I said, my voice growing huskier by the word, and without giving her a chance to say aught else I leaned in, pressing my lips to hers. Not too much, not yet, but by the gods I ached for her.

My hand slipped down to encircle her waist and draw her closer to me, my other snaking its way up her side and along her ribs. "And would you consider me a cad," I murmured, my breath skimming across her lips, "if I were to attempt to entice you into something less noble in the carriage here?"

[Géraldine Grangier]

It was his voice that quickened me, the hoarse desire it contained, and his kiss made me sigh softly for the small relief it offered. Oh gods, that he kiss me deeply, passionately, that my want be at long last quenched, for all the desire that filled me, all the pent up tension of so long.

His touch was enough to make me squirm in want, and I found my body melting into his as his hand snaked towards my breasts, sending a small shudder of expectation up my spine. My breath hitched a little as I found the warmth of his face ever so beckoning, and I whispered against his lips, “I could never find you a cad, Decimus.”

[Decimus mab Halcyone]

Normally I'd have given a quip at her words, but all I could think of now was the free-reign of her skin. "Oh, thank the gods," I moaned against her mouth before dipping my head, kissing down her jaw and to the spot where it met her neck. My hands came up and around as I spoke, caressing over her flat stomac and sides, marveling in how little of her waist was left when I cupped it with both my hands. From there I lifted them, skirting just under her breasts, brushing the bottom of them with the top of my hand in a tease to both of us before allowing myself the luxury of gently grasping them, running my hands up and across the top of her chest.

[Géraldine Grangier]

I whimpered softly for his kisses and his touch, for he simply proceeded to devouring me, completely and entirely, but with a manner that was still gentle, and it was the headiest thing ever. I summoned my shield, trying to keep out thoughts of any other man but Decimus, that he have me entirely this night, and I found the task not to be so harsh. I bared my neck to his attentions, my lips letting out a faint gasp of pleasure for him, and my hand found a tender expanse of skin at the nape of his neck, which I caressed with the most sensual and tender touch I had, smiling softly, even as my eyes came to a half close. Under the fabric, I felt the tender flesh of my breasts reacting ever so subtly to his touch, nipples coming to hardness even as he touched me, and I let out a tender moan, letting my flesh melt into his hand.

[Decimus mab Halcyone]

I groaned at the taste of her as I continued to kiss, one of my hands dropping down to tug up her skirt. My fingers trailed along the soft skin of her lower thigh, not pushing too hard or too fast just yet, though by now I was aching fiercely to be rid of the restrictions of our clothing. I paced myself still, letting my lips graze lower on her collarbone, my other hand still gently caressing her breast before looping around her back again, drawing her near as my lips returned to her mouth.

[Géraldine Grangier]

His fierce gentleness overcame me, took me fully, and I moaned into his kiss, my body completely offered to his touch, my thighs opening in welcoming want. Oh gods, he was full of desire, so strong it was that it overcame me, and my body was quickened, my pulse racing like a million geese on an autumn sky, flying to freedom. I wrapped my arms around him, and as he explored me, I did him, hands snaking to free his shirt from his breeches, seeking skin, and finding the tender touch of his lower back, though my hand went up and up under the shirt, finding more and more skin to worship. Eyes were half-slits, already, and I let out a gasp for every kiss, my own want oozing out of me like beads from a rosary.

[Decimus mab Halcyone]

The gentle brush of her fingers against the naked skin of my back sent a new wave of fire through me, and I struggled to keep my movements as smooth as I could. I kissed her as tenderly as I could manage, my tongue probing gently past her full lips and into her mouth, brushing along her own as I explored her anew. My hands ran up her back, feeling over the fastenings, then, ever so gently and ever so slowly, I began to strip them down, undoing them at a near methodical pace, though I still listened and kept attuned for signs of any displeasure from her.

[Géraldine Grangier]

The kiss deepened, and a profound moan echoed in my mouth, vibrating against his tongue, telling him of my desire, of my want, of all that he was and that I wanted. Against my back, my unfinished ink, I felt him slowly laboring, to undress me, to expose me, and I retaliated with more caresses, my hands slowly coming between he and I, to work the lacings of his shirt, to free his skin of the fabric, that I may be yet feeling him fully. Already, my wrap had been discarded in the rising heat of the carriage, and my shoulders, nude prickled with hunger for his skilled touch. My breath was but a ragged thing, one that paced like a caged feline, and my desire, so caged for all this time, began to pour out in waves, madly and eagerly, endless moments of wild hunger left, an ice cube trailed along my throat, a stolen kiss during a dance, a moaning caress on a bench… all leading to this, to release with this lovely man who had contracted me. He was gaining the benefit of all my pent up desire.

[Decimus mab Halcyone]

I moaned into her mouth as I felt her hands begin to undress me in turn, taking with it some of the ability I had to move at an even pace. My fingers moved quicker at undoing her dress until I felt it part beneath my hands, the fabric shifting and falling away to reveal milky skin.

I broke the kiss and leaned back, bringing my hands under her shoulders and across her ribs, then rising to gently dip under the fabric covering her breasts, pulling it down. A smile crossed my mouth as I leaned back in, my hands caressing her newly exposed chest tenderly, my mouth just as gentle on her lips.

[Géraldine Grangier]

His shirt was opened but not removed, and I was reluctant to have him remove it entirely, for sheer concern he may be cold, but my hands ran over his chest, finding there was a thin lay of hair to be discovered, and under it, smooth, warm, silky skin to be cherished.

As he leaned in, I welcomed his touch, his kiss, returning every attention with warmth and desire, and I had a small shiver of mixed chill and want, and my nipples hardened under his touch for it, even as I gasped softly in surrender.

[Decimus mab Halcyone]

The kiss of the air on my skin was welcomed, and when she failed to strip it from me completely I pulled back a little, giving her a charming smile as I took it off myself. "Do you want to keep you dress on?"I questioned in a quiet murmur, my lips caressing the skin of her cheek. Her breasts were at once firm and soft beneath my exploratory hands, and I raised one, sliding it up her nude skin til I could cup her opposite cheek.

[Géraldine Grangier]

"I can do without," I replied with a teasing grin. Oh, his true colors were showing, and he had passion galore, and it accelerated my pulse in response, heating my blood in ways I had forgotten. "I don't need the dress to be warm," I added sultrily, admitting my musings to my patron.

And so I raised myself a little to allow him to pluck it from me, seeking out release from its constraints, and comfort of his skin, and sublime, blissful pleasure with my so very desirable patron.

[Decimus mab Halcyone]

A moan of delight came out of me as she responded, her voice as smooth and sleek as freshly blown glass. "If you chill, promise you'll tell me," I begged in a half whisper, my lips caressing the soft skin that lined her lower jaw. Gods she was beautiful; stately and warm when needed, but now she was unleashed, her passions and desires free to roam. I drank it all in and wrapped my arms around her, leaving her dress on for the moment in favor of simply holding her to me. There would be time for aught else yet - first, though, I wanted her to know I appreciated her, and thought of well of her. She was lovely.

[Géraldine Grangier]

“It’s a promise, Decimus,” I whispered in a tender gasp. My eyes were half-lidded, my lips were a flower waiting to be plucked, and I leaned into his embrace, caressing his skin as I could, taking in his manly scent, his touch that was both passionate and tender, and there was something electric that passed from him to me, and I let all my captive affections flow to my patrons, for really, I adored him. Patient, respectful, kind, desiring, witty, he was such a beautiful, beautiful person, how I could I not? My exposed breasts pressed against his chest, grazing the hairy expanse, and I once again found pleasure in the sheer contact of him, and I smiled secretively. I was blessed, privileged, really.

[Decimus mab Halcyone]

My hand found her hair and stroked along her silken locks, marveling at the way it could be so smooth and damn near perfect after being left untended for hours on end; my own felt like hogs hair in comparison, or at least to me. I let my finger sdrop down and explore her neck, then traveled down her bare collar bone until at least I was holding the fabric of her dress. Encouraging her to rise a little, I slid it from her frame, my mouth coming off of her skin enough to take her nude form in. Perfect. Simply perfect.

[Géraldine Grangier]

There were feather light hands in my hair, on my neck, on my shoulders, and I let out a barely audible gasp of pleasure of every new inch of me that he explored. I propped myself up at his beckoning, and the turquoise satin was gone in a silent moment.

He wasn't kissing me anymore, and I stifled my little regret for his touch, but the look in his eyes was more than I could expect from many a patron. Even with only moon's lighting on his so very virile features, I could see a flicker of pleasure from his observation of my body, and I smiled in return.

A hand rose slowly, patiently, and stroked his face in a tender touch. You are so very beautiful, my patron, do you even know it?

[Decimus mab Halcyone]

Ah gods, she was driving me to the brink of madness. I kissed her deeply, a growing sense of passion and urgency building as my desire for her intensified. My hand came up to stroke along the slender curve of her midsection while the other grasped along her hip, my thumb massaging the gentle dip in the front of her inner hip. I moaned something; her name, I thought, though it might well have been something in Alban, and without warning I tugged her into my lap, settling her so her thighs were on either side of me. "You're so beautiful," I murmured to her as I lifted my hips up into her, letting her pelvis know how far into ecstasy she was already taking me.

[Géraldine Grangier]

I moaned as his mouth explored mine in renewed passion, my body quaking for the rush of desire that filled me, and I shivered in want under his hand. Something escaped his lips - what it was, I knew not, but it was filled with desire, and I felt like the most wanted woman in the world in that instant. And suddenly, I was straddling him, my lower body pressed against his, and evidence of his lust was pressed against my nether lips. His words were lost in the kiss I gave him, to tell him, as are you, My Lord, and in that kiss I poured all I could, adoration and want, hunger and love, albeit what I had for another, but could not live. I moaned deeply, and against his lips, I whispered breathily, haltingly, "You are so very desirable, have me, take me, make me yours this night, my Lord," and it was me being me, wanting him, and telling him so.

[Decimus mab Halcyone]

From her lips came the permission I knew was mine already, but I reeled and soared both with the verbal acknowledgement of them, freely given. I low, deep groan filled me as I scooted her back on my lap a little, kissing her hard and full as I nearly ripped away the ties binding my breeches together. Both of us rose into the air as I planted my feet and lifted my hips slightly, pulling my pants down enough to bear myself to the chilled air. With a gentle but firm tug I pulled her back into my lap snugly, pressing her heat along the hard line of my under shaft. I groaned again, louder, as the City lights came dangling into view.

Tearing my lips away, I looked into her eyes as I grasped her hips with my hands and lifted her, settling her down into my lap, pressing my hardness into her deliciously warm heat fully.

[Géraldine Grangier]

I moaned deeply as his kiss grew in passion, his movements deftly bearing him to me, and I nigh lost touch with reality for the sheer desire he inspired me – for when he kissed me with near violence, another surge blasted through me, rendering me mad with want.

He tore away, and our eyes locked, and I lost myself in his gaze as he tore through me, though all I could do was give a sharp moan of pleasure, of liberation as he entered me. I think I said his name, but I don’t quite remember – I was already lost in sensation.

[Decimus mab Halcyone]

Ah, she was even more beautiful as she surrendered to the passion that had been building in us both since we'd first met in her Dowaynes office. I watched in a pleasure-clouded reverence as I impaled her, my hands holding her down as I lifted my hips, pressing my phallus fully and snugly into her.

One hand lifted and cupped her face, guiding her lips back to mine as my hand caressed along her rear, my hips moving a little under her, reveling in the feeling of being joined.

[Géraldine Grangier]

Oh, it was sweet, so very sweet, I could have wept. And indeed, I did just a little, though in his kiss I smiled, a little tear leaving my eye as it went for the sheer relief of the assignation’s start. Gods, I had wanted him, gods, I had wanted this intimacy. I leaned in his touch, I leaned in his kiss, returning it with matching passion, my hips following his own in their movements. He was filling me, utterly and completely, and it was sublime in its simplicity. I let out a small moan of pleasure and let my hands caress his arms and his shoulders in butterfly-light touches as I relished the feel of his skin.

[Decimus mab Halcyone]

I didn't notice the tear until it fell into our kiss, staining the sweet flavor of her sugar mouth with a saltiness that brought my eyes back open. Pleasure was radiating up through my body from the tip of my prick to the tip of my head, but I struggled to see past it and to the origins of such an odd flavor.

In the fickle, dappled light of the moon as it shone through a newly leafed tree, a line glistened down her cheek, sparkling as it fell from her eye. I broke off of our kiss as I ceased moving, letting her take control of our sexual pleasures while I lifted my hand and traced the tear-streak, erasing it from her delicate face. I didn't say anything, merely looked at her, then lowered my face to suckle upon a perfect breast as the carriage took us to my townhome.

[Géraldine Grangier]

His silence was perfect. I smiled for him, though it wasn't fake. There was no falsity in the quiet mirth that filled me, and I leaned in his touch, laying kisses where I could, eyes closing on the roughness of his hands, for I relished it. He wasn't moving anymore, but I rocked atop him softly, a lullaby of a sensual dance, a tender snuggle of pleasure. I arced under his lips, letting out a low moan of pleasure, my hands seeking his hair's touch, caressing the nape of his neck. I whispered his name, eye half-closed, and it was both prayer and praise.

[Decimus mab Halcyone]

My name left her lips in a sensual whisper and it made my desires soar more for it. Leaving one breast for the other, I held her hips with my hands and pushed up as she rocked, using the force of her movements to drive myself deeper into her. I was going to break soon and fill her, but I held out, wanting to hear her sweet cries as we traveled the streets of her homeland.

[Géraldine Grangier]

He continued to fill me more and more intently, and I let my song rise as it naturally did, a long singing moan of pleasure, broken in whimpering notes that felt like a melody of love. Wasn't it what we did at Heliotrope? Phedre's Boys were rumored to say that Heliotrope made a man feel like he was the only man on Elua's earth, and I liked to think I could do a fair job of making them be true. And so my song rose, but my eyes dove in his, showing pleasure, desire and care confounded. I thought of noone else, but him, and let my quiet plea leave my lips. "May I, Decimus?"

[Decimus mab Halcyone]

"Always," I whispered hotly as she asked, my lips capturing hers and kissing her fully. "Never ask, always indulge," I murmured between kisses. Ah, gods, the moment she broke I would follow, clipping her heels through a vast maze of infinant pleasure. I grasped her hips a little more and began thrusting up as she moved, meeting her again and again, breaking the kiss to watch her breasts bounce deliciously, to see her face when her release came.

[Géraldine Grangier]

The moment his words hit my mind, I soared, my pleasure exploding in a tender moan, in his kiss, my heat beating and maddeningly embracing his hardness, over and over again. I tried to keep my eyes on his, on the blue mirrors to his soul. Never ask, always indulge. How perfect could this man be? Blessed be the day he came my way, to my House of all Houses, that my Dowayne gave me to him, and not another. Naamah, thank you for showing kindness to your servant, I thought as my mind reeled in pleasure and intense sensation. I whispered his name again, as though it were the name of ecstasy itself, and observed his passion-stricken face through my lashes. Gods, I wanted to give him more, just for being who he was.