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It was just your typical day in Hope Valley. The whole town had gathered for the groundbreaking of the new upper school that was going to be built. Lucas’ work as governor for the past seven years had revitalized the Valley - the National Park brought tourists, which brought businesses, which led to more development and more people. So many that Elizabeth finally decided it was time to split her one room schoolhouse into a lower school and an upper school.
She had on a new dress for the occasion.
One he hadn’t seen before.
But he liked it.
He liked it alot.
The ceremony itself was short-lived, but the mingling, oh the mingling he had to do at these types of things. He usually found himself observing on the outskirts of the group, which was where he was now. Technically, he was supposed to be listening to Mike talk about how excited he was for his eldest daughter to start in the lower school this fall to him, Lee, and Joseph.
But he was completely obsessed with watching his wife in her element. Talking to parents, greeting children, smiling. God, he loved her smile.
She finally stopped talking to a set of parents with two little ones, and it looked like she had a moment to breathe, so he nodded towards Elizabeth, indicating to the other men he was going to talk to her.
As he approached, he studied her new dress. It was light blue, and shorter than her typical everyday wear, but very much in fashion, as Rosemary had told him when they returned from a shopping trip to Union City the week before. He didn’t really care about fashion, he liked that he could see his wife’s shapely calves in broad daylight.
The edge of the skirt fluttered around her knees, the occasional peek nearly doing him in. How was it possible that even after years of marriage she could still make him want to drag her home and do unspeakable things to her.
The top of the dress wasn’t as appealing, but he observed the zipper, excited because he knew he could get her out of it quicker than buttons.
She hadn’t noticed him, turning her back to him to begin cleaning up one of the tables set out for the occasion. He walked up behind her, wrapped one arm around her waist, giving her a startle. Once she realized who it was though, she settled into his arms, attempting to turn around, but stopped by his firm grip.
He leaned forward, his lips brushing her ear. “This dress is beautiful, Elizabeth. But I think I’d rather like to see it on our bedroom floor.”
She blew out a breath, amazed that he could be so stoic and calm here in public, and say such things in her ear. He didn’t do it often, but he always knew when to catch her off her guard and make her want him just as much with a single sentence.
She could feel the blush rise up her face as she slightly turned her head to whisper over her shoulder. “Figure out the kids and I’ll let you make that happen as soon as I get home.”
He took a quick look around, and most of the attendees had scattered. No one was really paying attention to them, and if they were, he didn’t really much care. He placed a promising kiss where her neck met her shoulder, catching the tendon there between his lips.
She let out a small gasp, but he stepped back and to the side, allowing his hand to caress her stomach and side before coming to a rest on her back. He leaned over and placed a soft kiss on her cheek. “I’ll see you in a bit.”
She smirked. “Yeah you will.”
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He was waiting patiently in the wingback chair that sat in the corner of their room. He had loosened his tie and was stretched back, legs out front crossed at the ankles, hands behind his head. He had heard her enter the house and move about on the first floor a few minutes ago. He knew she needed to settle her things before she came upstairs.
After what seemed like an eternity, he heard her soft footsteps coming up the stairs. She must have taken off her shoes, as the steps were softer than they had been that morning in her new shoes. As he suspected, she entered the room in stockinged feet, her shoes dangling from her fingertips.
He didn’t move from his relaxed position, and she stopped just past the threshold to the room.
Their gazes locked and held, both of their blue eyes sparkling, knowing what was coming.
She was the first to speak. “The children?”
“Taken care of.” He didn’t feel the need to fill the space with details right now.
She nodded as he finally stood up and stalked over to her, their eye contact never breaking, requiring her to tip her head back slowly. He stopped inches from her, not touching, but close enough for her to feel his heat.
He reached his hand to hers and brushed her fingers, pushing the shoes to the floor where they landed with a clop. But he didn’t make another move, content to just look into his wife’s eyes. There wasn’t much hidden behind those eyes anymore, and he could see in them that she wanted…no, needed…this as much as he did.
She made a move to reach him, but he tipped his head in admonishment. No. He would be the one doing the touching today.
He stepped around her, pushing the door shut. He quickly turned back to her, nuzzling the back of her neck as he slid his right hand to the front of her hip, fingers slightly gripping the dress and pulling it up a bit. His left pushed her hair out of the way, then slowly pulled the zipper down her back.
He kissed every inch he revealed, kneeling down on one knee as the zipper reached the curve of her backside.
He pulled the dress from where he had gripped it, and it fluttered to the floor around her feet.
He sighed as he took her in, standing in her chemise and stockings. He adjusted himself in his trousers, resisting the urge to just take her, throw her on the bed and slip deep inside her for his own pleasure.
No. This needed to be slow.
Tortuous.
For both of them.
He smirked as he placed a kiss to the back of her knee and she jerked away, a little ticklish, a little weak in the knees. He steadied her with his hands on the sides of her hips.
Once she was still again, he slid his hands down the front of her thighs and undid the two garter hooks there, before coming to the back and releasing those hooks as well.
One leg at a time, he carefully rolled the silky stockings down her legs, gathering them in his fingers and helping her to step out of each one, those same fingers brushing sensuously down her legs, to her ankle, and the sides of her feet. He reveled in the sight of her delicate toes as they stepped out of the stockings and onto the hardwood floor.
He stood, hands grazing her body as he rose, kisses peppered on bare skin as he brushed the thin straps from her shoulders and the chemise fell to the floor to mingle with the dress.
He could hear her breath quickening as he removed the last layer of clothing.
She looked down, and he could see the hint of a smile there. “Well. Is it everything you hoped for?”
“Everything. And more.” He turned her around in his arms and pulled her naked form completely against his fully clothed one. He pressed her hips into his, his hardened length evidence of his hunger for her.
But he didn’t kiss her.
And she wasn’t expecting that.
A small whine escaped her lips as his own hovered over them, her previously closed eyes popping open to find his heated gaze raking over her face, as if memorizing every faint freckle for the first time. She pushed her chin up, attempting to capture his lips with her own, but he pulled back slightly, amusement dancing in his eyes.
He deliberately ghosted his lips across her jawline to press a kiss just below her left ear, the tip of his tongue brushing one of her most sensitive spots. He held her tightly as her legs almost gave way again.
From there, he trailed slow kisses down her neck, towards her collarbone. Her dress had hidden it earlier, depriving him of seeing one of his favorite parts of her. So, he was desperate to wrap his lips around it. He suckled the thin skin there, moving directly across her chest to the other side, where he stopped to place a searing kiss on a single freckle right above the bone.
That freckle teased him whenever she wore blouses that showed it off.
He pulled back from his ministrations to see her head tipped back to the side, blowing out warm breaths that danced across his face.
As she realized he had stopped kissing her, her eyes opened slowly and she released a heavy sigh. She pursed her lips as she dragged her hands from his chest where they had landed moments ago to the top of his vest buttons, her eyes searching to see if this was allowed.
He nodded almost imperceptibly, pulling back enough for her to unbutton and push the vest from his shoulders to meet her clothes on the floor. Her hands then went to his tie, expertly undoing the knot and slipping it from around his neck. She dropped the arm holding it, but didn’t drop the tie. It dangled from her fingers.
Her eyes were locked on his, entranced with the desire she saw written in them.
He slowly began to move, backing her towards the bed. He stopped as he felt the back of her knees bump up against the edge.
Before he let her out of his arms, his right hand brushed up her side, palming her breast, massaging gently. Once he could feel her nipple harden under his hand, he moved up, grazing her neck before grasping her jaw and pulling her to his lips.
The kiss was an explosion of passion, his tongue instantly demanding access to her own, tangling quickly together. Desperate. Wanting. He dropped his hands to the small of her back as her arms wrapped around his neck. The tie finally fell from her fingertips as she wove her fingers in the hairs at his nape. He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, nibbling gently as he pulled back.
She opened her eyes slowly, panting. Out of breath.
“Nathan,” she whispered.
She closed her eyes in reverence as he laid her gently on the bed, pressing open-mouthed kisses randomly across her chest and stomach as he rested one knee on the bed to hover over her.
Finally feeling restricted by the clothes he was still wearing, he pulled back from her. He unbuttoned his shirt slowly as he admired her naked body below him. It was pink with a flush, her breasts heaving as she caught her breath. She opened her eyes to watch as he released each and every button, every inch of skin he revealed more enticing than the last.
He grabbed the lapels of the shirt and shrugged it from one shoulder, then the other, tossing it to the pile of clothes already on the floor. He looked back and smirked. “I like the look of both of our clothes on the floor.”
She sat up and ran her hands up his muscular chest to rest on his shoulders, as she took a peek.
He looked back to her, her lips so very close to his, her eyes glittering in amusement and wanting. “Me too. So add the trousers.” She winked as she laid back down, so he stood to remove his pants and underwear.
Content with the complete pile of clothes on the floor, he turned back to his wife leaning back on her elbows.
She was stunning. Absolutely beautiful.
He wanted to devour her.
He caught her eyes as he gripped his shaft with one hand, stroking it slowly a few times, and releasing a deep breath at the pleasure coursing through his body. Her hands, her lips, her soft inner walls would grip it so much better than he could.
He watched as her eyes widened as he pumped once more, nodding his head for her to move up to the head of the bed. She obeyed, scooting until her head fell on the pillows.
He crawled onto the bed, and settled on his knees at her feet. Still just admiring the absolute beauty that was Elizabeth.
His Elizabeth.
He reached down and grasped an ankle, bringing it to his mouth and wrapping his lips around the protrusion there. He unhurriedly trailed kisses up her calf, to the side of her knee and along her inner thigh, his eyes closed as he delighted in her taste. He slowed even more as he reached the crease where her hip and thigh met.
His eyes found hers. He raised a brow.
She nodded.
He trailed his fingers through her downy curls, collecting the evidence of her own desire. He teased her lips with his digit, before pressing it inside, working it gently, stroking her, getting her ready for him.
He added another finger, but as he did, his lips wrapped around her sensitive nub, his tongue teasing, swirling.
She gasped out loud and arched her back, the pleasure from his mouth unexpected.
He continued to explore with his tongue as he pumped his two fingers in and out of her, building her up, returning to the most sensitive spot time and again.
Her knees came up, attempting to close around his head, but he held the right one down with his free hand as he brought her to the precipice and pushed her over the edge.
She moaned loudly as her body shook in pleasure.
He continued to stroke her inner walls as they pulsed around his fingers, but he rested his chin on her hipbone to watch her writhe in pleasure. He pushed his hips into the bed, his member aching for friction, the sight of her release almost enough to cause his own.
Eventually she stilled, breathing deeply, her head tilting to the side to examine him. He removed his fingers steadily and pressed a single kiss to the top of her pubic bone.
“Incredible. That was…incredible.” He whispered as he dropped his forehead to her hip, taking a deep breath to steady his own heavily beating heart. He would never tire of watching Elizabeth lose control like that.
She combed her fingers through his hair lazily while he gathered his composure.
Once he felt he was capable of continuing, he pressed a kiss to her hip and dragged his lips up her body as he rose above her, settling on his elbows with his face directly above hers. He deliberately stroked his length in her folds, sighing at the long-awaited contact.
He brushed her hair with his fingers and stared into her eyes as he entered her in one long stroke. He groaned as he felt her walls grip him as she arched her back again.
He started pumping his hips, stroking his shaft into and out of her slowly at first, but eventually at a pace that had her moaning, aching for another release. He reached down and pulled her thigh so it could rest on his hip, allowing him to drive even deeper into her. Her volume increased with the change in angle, and she gripped his sides, nails pressing into sensitive skin there, spurring him to move even faster.
He reached down and simply brushed his fingers over her nub. It was enough to send her over the edge again, her walls clamping down tightly on his shaft this time, screaming his name, her fingers now gripping the sheets.
He was determined to ride it out, so he bit his lips together hard enough to draw blood and rested his forehead on her collarbone this time as she pulsed around him. The thought of just letting go was at the forefront of his mind, but he was determined that this was all about her.
So he took a few deep breaths as she slowly released him, he could still feel her walls twitching around him slightly.
As she came back down to earth for the second time, she brushed her hand through his hair. “Why didn’t you…?”
He didn’t allow her to finish her though, capturing her lips with his own. He knew she could probably taste herself and the blood he had just drawn on his lips, but he didn’t care much as he began to move his hips again, desperate for friction.
He released her lips and flipped them over, never pulling out of her, and settling her above his hips. She rested her hands on his chest and he could see the weariness in her body language from the two orgasms he had already given her. But she knew what he wanted, how he wanted to end this and began moving her own hips, pulling forward so that just the tip of his length was in, then pushing back to take his full length deep into her body.
It was his turn to arch his back and press his head into the pillows as she rocked above him. But he never closed his eyes.
He loved watching her like this.
His hands gripped her hips as he helped her along. She began to move faster, whimpering as she chased the friction she needed to hit her peak one. more. time.
But he couldn’t wait any longer. The sight of her desperately writhing above him and the way she worked herself on his shaft had him pressing his hips up into her sharply, emptying everything he had into her. In the haze of his pleasure, he did manage to bring his thumb between them, finally releasing her a third time as she collapsed to his chest.
They stayed like that until their heartbeats slowed down, every inch of them connected to each other. Her hair splayed across his chest, he brought his hand up to stroke it absentmindedly. Her fingers wove through his strands the same.
After what felt like hours, she lifted her head and rested her chin on her arm that was now draped over his chest.
“You liked the dress that much, huh?”
He smirked as he leaned up to capture her lips in a kiss.
“It wasn’t the dress. It was you. It’s always just you.”