After Blake made his call, we climbed the serpentine staircase to the room that had once been Sir William’s. A sigh of wonder left my chest. The huge room with large windows overlooking a thick wood seemed to go on forever.
Crimson walls were framed in gold-leaf detail, drawing my attention to the gilded neoclassical art. Since that was one of my favorite periods, I ogled at the languid goddesses poised by arches and in forests.
“Oh my God. I don’t think I’ll ever leave this room. It’s so delightfully feminine. Were the paintings Sir William’s?” I asked, noticing that the original works were screwed into the wall.
He nodded. “Although I was advised to place them in a vault, I couldn’t do that.”
“How noble. I hate the idea of beauty hidden away from the world.”
A faint smile touched his lips. “I share that view. In any case, most people are vetted, and we have their details, so if they tried to steal a painting, we’d find them.”
Blake smiled again. I sensed that this journey back to his former home had had a significant impact on him due to Sir William being his biological father.
He pushed me onto the bed gently and ravished my mouth. “I’ve been dying to do that all morning.”
I giggled. “How long’s it been? Three hours?” I thought how we’d fucked like teenagers, making the floorboards creak, at the castle. Blake had grumbled something about how, when it came to places to fuck, only modern buildings delivered discretion. He possessed surprising modesty for a man with such an overactive libido.
His mouth ate at mine, and his hand slipped under my skirt and into my panties.
“You’re very wet, Penny.”
“Must have been the yummy scones and the paintings.”
He unzipped his pants and lowered his briefs. His big hard cock sprang forth. “I thought it might have been my animal charms.”
“That too.” I touched his cock, recalling how I’d gagged after I’d sucked on it that morning.
He placed his head between my legs. I never tired of that tongue, and Blake went down on me more often than I blew him. I thought I wasn’t doing it properly. I’d even asked him, to which he replied that his dick loved my cushiony lips but desired my tight cunt even more.
It was raw, unbridled lust, and as his tongue whipped up another sheet-gripping orgasm a torrent of pleasure gushed through me.
His hands slid over my body as though on a voyage of discovery, soft and tender, and then he parted my legs almost roughly, which I liked too.
“I thought you had an appointment,” I said breathlessly.
“That can wait.” He entered me in one thrust that made my eyes roll to the back of my head.
His deep penetration hit spots that made my pussy convulse from the scorch of sensation. He rolled me on top of him, and as I moved up and down, his eyes were on mine, love written in them.
Blake’s cum-stained lips parted. His heavy breath expressed the aching arousal I felt grinding over his hard cock, and I opened like a flower as the buildup moved toward what promised to be another convulsive climax.
My drenched nipples ached from endless sucking, and my breasts were smothered by his constant fondling.
Blake’s eyes were hooded, and he became lost in his own erotic bubble. His chest collapsed, and a raging release erupted through me, clutching his cock and drowning it in a torrent.
His head fell back, and a gasp turned into a groan as he emptied himself into me.
I fell into his arms. Our breathing was rapid and in tandem as we gradually made our way back.
“You’re an exquisitely sensuous creature,” he whispered.
* * *
AFTER BLAKE LEFT FOR his meeting, I went for a walk in the forest.
A pretty bird with blue wings had me sighing with wonder. It really did feel as though I’d stepped into a fairy tale. Golden gossamer sunbeams filtered through the trees as though sent from heaven.
The forest had hints of the supernatural, as though I could step into a beam of light and be whisked away to another time. I wished I could, even though I would miss Blake.
Infiltrated by these strange but pretty thoughts, I ambled along the avenue of glistening soft green leaves. Taking a deep breath of fresh air, I lifted my head up to the giant trees and found the sky smiling back at me.
At the end of a path snaking from the wood, I spied a cute picture-perfect cottage. Bathed in sun,