By the Lake

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The sun was more than warm; it felt like a presence on her skin. It pressed down, a long and loving caress as she stretched her arms above her head and pointed her toes towards the cool blue water. The springy grass under the blanket cushioned her body and retained the heat of the summer day. Catherine opened her deep green eyes and stared at her surroundings.


Suddenly a deep pounding sounded from her left and she turned her face to the approaching horse and its’ rider. James was tall and lean, comfortable atop his mount, in control of the large animal between his thighs. His dark hair swung forward as he stopped several feet from her, looking down at her semi-nude body, visible through the thin fabric of her chemise. Catherine couldn’t see his expression as the sun was behind his head, but she knew he was here with a purpose. James dismounted and the reigns fell to the ground. She watched him walk closer and shivered with anticipation. His brown eyes moved over her like a touch and she placed her hands on the cloth on her legs, gathering it between her fingertips and pulling it up past her claves, her knees, lifting her hips, up her stomach, over her chest, off her shoulders and over her head, down her arms, ending with a light toss of the gossamer fabric behind her.


He removed his shirt from the smooth, tan skin of his upper body, the dark hair springy and thick on his chest, smooth and fine on his arms, thin and silky over his naval and into his pants. Moving to the blanket, he sat next to her and pulled off his boots, his next step the fastening of his pants, staring at her all the while. Her breathing accelerated and she fell back to the soft cover behind her, resting her hands lightly at her sides while she gazed at the body shining in the light.


James nostrils flared as his eyes moved from hers down the pale white skin of her throat to her full, rounded breasts. Her nipples had tightened from the brush of fabric and the feel of air, but were now hard pink points, thrusting out towards him in invitation. He then moved his attention to her small ribs, moving unsteadily with her breath, to her soft tummy, and the slightly shadowed apex of her thighs. He kept his stare fixed as he inhaled deeply, as if he were trying to draw her scent in from where he sat.


Suddenly his eyes met hers again and she knew the wait was over. His hand moved to her flawless white leg and the abrupt and rough touch showed his impatience. The skin on his hand was course from work, deeply tanned, and deeply erotic. Catherine felt a tightening inside as the contact moved up, close to her gathering wetness, and past. He cupped her breast, feeling the marvelous weight and movement within. Though it seemed impossible, the tip he was now fingering tightened even more, bringing all of her attention to that one spot, her eyes closing in pleasure. Now that it had begun she could almost feel him inside her, the memory making her give a small moan. She felt so empty, so in need, that her back arched and her thighs clenched around that ache deep inside and on the outer lips of her sex. Air was moving quickly between the blush of her lips, much like he would be moving between her thighs, and it was like the air was softly stroking her. His weight was on his left hand as he continued to fondle her with his right, all of his attention focused on the one part of her body he was in contact with.


Now James moved his large, muscled body closer to hers, the warmth of his thigh on hers, the outward thrust of his cock resting against her. He moved down to his elbow and began to whisper above her, telling her all the things he wanted to do with her, to her, the places he planned to explore once again, all familiar territory. Catherine quivered and ran her tongue along her teeth. The sharp bite felt good, stimulating more nerve endings. He rolled, his weight resting on her, his legs between hers. His touch was everywhere, his lips lightly moving across her jaw. She couldn’t take the teasing anymore and moved her touch along his back to his hair, pulling on it gently. When he ignored her plea and continued to suck the skin of her shoulder against his teeth she pulled with more demand. He finally pulled back and gave her a smile. It was a sly bearing of teeth that showed he knew what she wanted and why, that it pleased him when she couldn’t resist. Loving him was not good for her in any way, but his sheer physicality was too hard to resist. His head bent towards hers and they kissed. It was at first a gentle force, a teasing of soft flesh, and then he pushed against her, thrusting his tongue past her lips and teeth. He tasted her sweetness, a slight aftertaste of the wine she had had at lunch, and ground his erection in the softness of her. His tongue traced the inside of her bottom lip before it started to move in and out of her mouth.


It was no longer the time of soft and lazy loving, urgency now made their skin and muscles taut, their actions hurried. Hands were everywhere, words being moaned. James moved his left hand down and pushed a finger into her, gliding in with a moist easiness. Sweat was pouring from their skin. His thumb brushed against her clit once, twice, and then pressed firmly, rotating in a clockwise motion. Her hips jerked up against his heaviness and her fingers pressed into his back, making the skin around them white. She caught her bottom upper lip between her teeth as she drew air into her lungs.


James knew she was ready for hard loving, no need to move his kiss to her other mouth, always eager for his attention. He loved her taste, but they were in too much of a hurry now. He needed to thrust inside of her, to feel her clasp him in a deep, wet heat. He shoved his breeches down past his hips and kissed her deeply as he moved into position. With his hand he parted her sex, the room between them allowing for a quick brush of air, and then guided himself into her. He sank deeply, the welcoming feeling of home and belonging so primitively felt. She gasped out loud at the blunt hardness that now filled her so completely, stretching the skin around his penetration tight. He was so deep, so thick.


She could hardly catch her breath as he began to move, in and out, in and out, slow and hard. He continued to touch her at their joining, brushing the skin where he entered, feeling her shivers in the soft grip around his cock. She was so tight; it felt almost like it had when he had taken her virginity. Catherine’s arms and legs enclosed his body, just like she did below, and she moved to meet him with every forward thrust. The rocking motion of their bodies pulled on her long blonde hair, the light tug creating ache, but the small pain was just heightening her enjoyment. It reminded her of the time he had taken her from behind, his grip on her hair commanding her movements. The thought brought a groan from deep in her chest. He began to move quickly, the pleasure growing, tightening inside of her, it almost felt like the very center of her, and she began to pant. She sounded almost like an animal, but that was what he made her. An animal waiting to feel the most basic pleasure, waiting to fuck, waiting to feel the hot explosion of her mate coating her walls.


Abruptly it was too much and the feeling in her pelvis grew so large it boiled over her, jerking her body in spasms as the pleasure was too great to contain. She screamed her joy to the day, her nails digging into his ass and thighs as she came. He pumped again, and again once more, then gripped her hips as he too came, his balls drawing into his body as he pushed deeply into her to spray her with his seed.


When their breathing began to slow he brushed her lips with his and moved away from her, resting on his back with an arm flung over his eyes. It was still so hot outside that sweat ran from them to the blanket underneath, but they would soon rise to swim in the cool water nearby. It would rinse them clean and the silly antics would start in splashes and end in another swift joining.


“I love you James.”


“I know Catherine. Head back to the house, and don’t forget we have guests for dinner tonight.”


It was too bad he was already married, that he would never disgrace his reputation with divorce, and that she would always be a servant to his wife.