of her waist, “there are ways.” He reached over and massaged the nipple of her breast.”
Rebecca inhaled sharply, feeling her cheeks flush. “I’m embarrassed. You’re a free man who knows so much of the world while I’m still fettered and trapped behind these walls.” She pressed his hand against her breast. “I want to experience more, feel more.”
She sat up, her eyes unswerving from his. “Can you take me somewhere different? Away from these dull rooms and dry books, if only for a while?” She turned her face away from him again as though ashamed of the sincerity of her desires.
“The delight of decadence,” he kissed her neck, “can be the most intoxicating elixir. A man can learn to control himself, to pleasure a woman without risking . . . unwanted consequences.” He leaned down and started kissing her back, his lips moving down slowly, one vertebrae at a time, until he reached her tail bone.
“That feels nice,” she whispered.
Bret ran his tongue down the crevice between the perfect cheeks of her buttock.
Rebecca shivered and squirmed down onto the sheets. She sighed as he slid his fingers down, in, out and around the moist curves of her flesh. Rebecca anticipated his desire and offered herself with uninhibited, carnal instinct. Everything about him now exuded a primitive, forbidden sensuality that she wanted to savor.
Relaxed now from the wine, her excitement mounted as he gently searched out her smooth, moist treasure with his finger.
With every stroke, he pressed deeper and deeper.
Rebecca tensed then quivered and relaxed, allowing her herself to flow with the current of their lovemaking. “Slower, Bret,” she moaned. “Mmm . . . yes, like that.”
Bret lay down in front of her on the mattress and formed the contour of his body into hers, releasing the constricted force in his muscles and letting his force surge toward her.
Placing one hand gently on her hip, he guided himself to the secluded entrance of her precious jewel. He reached over and lightly fingered the small tip of her ecstasy, then pushed himself into her slowly.
Rebecca gasped, then relaxed into slow, deep moaning.
Time drifted in erotic waves washing over Bret’s consciousness in a potent mixture of wine and his medicine. Held spellbound by wickedly delicious sensations, every passing second that he breathed in her exhilarating scent compelled him forward.
He wanted to speak, to say something before the echo of Rebecca’s song filled his thoughts once more.
“No . . . slower,” Rebecca urged, “like before.”
Bret only felt the gripping pressure of her thighs—the moist, warm flesh of her luscious center, pulling him in deeper.
“Oh Bret. I . . . I love you.”
There was an intense heat coiled in his groin. It surged through his body, sweeping him away in a dominating wave of power.
Rebecca’s muffled gasps coalesced into the melody of a song sung from fathoms below, seamless and smooth to call him out.
Bret’s mind swirled like a hurricane. Faces, sounds, and smells, every faded remembrance of the past imbued with the inarticulateness of sadness and yearning.
He groaned and gasped, withdrawing from her at the last moment with a final explosion of soul-wrenching release as the white light burst inside his skull.
Drained of all pressure, he loosened his hold on her, letting his arm drape over her perspiring, sighing body.
Rebecca snuggled deeper into the contour of Bret’s hot, sweaty body, pulling the stained white sheet over her body. “Did I do something wrong?” She clasped his hand and kissed it. “Or you don’t find me as desirable as—”
An expression of abandoned shame spread over her features. She dropped his hand and turned away toward the wall, concealing her face in the pillow.
Bret slowly touched her trembling shoulder but she jerked away from his touch. “No, Rebecca. It’s not you or another woman.” He leaned over and kissed the soft inside of her neck. “Please, you must know how beautiful, how desirable you are in my eyes. Perhaps . . . it’s this place.”
He cast his gaze around the plain walls and drab furnishings of the room. “Your uncle’s building . . . it’s made me feel uneasy from the first time I walked in.”
Rebecca turned back from the wall and touched his cheek. “Then next time we’ll be somewhere special, a place where we can be alone and nothing will intrude.” She kissed him sensuously on the lips. “Except our love.”
“I’d . . . I’d like that very much.”
She smiled and wiped the last of the tears from her eyes. “Oh Lord! The time!”