Escape to Love

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"Lady Lydia?" Apollonius called again from outside their room.

"I am showing the slave the plate again," she said, a deep blush flooding her face. "The spanking plate."

"Ah, good!" intoned the philosopher. "Carry on."

Severus meanwhile had kept his own face straight through this exchange. "Ready?" he whispered.

Finally she nodded and now, as he turned her, placing a cushion between himself and her as he guided her face down across his lap, she was relaxed, unfearful.

"In this I am virgin," he muttered, amazed when she offered him reassurance, giving his ankle a squeeze.

"I am not made of pottery, Severus," she whispered. "Let us make a show for our listeners."

Gratified and touched by her courage, he cupped her bottom in his hand.
"You have a very pretty backside, Lady Lydia," he whispered, hearing her breathing quicken with excitement. He was beyond that state himself, hence the cushion: her jiggling about on his lap would otherwise set him off for sure.
He patted one pale moon cheek and then the other. "You should show it off more, in that gorgeous bathing costume. Preferably, after it's been slightly tanned."

Aware of the listeners outside the door, he slapped her a few times, each smack sounding very loud in the still villa. As her hips began to rise in answer to his slaps he fell into a fast, staccato rhythm, forgetting the guards and everything else as she began to moan with fresh arousal, thrusting her hips against his braced thigh.

Who would have thought it? Perhaps the scholar was right after all.

He ripped off her tunic and slipped his fingers into her, finding her wetter than ever.

"Lady, I am ready, too," he said softly, gently kneading the hot, sweet spots between her legs. "Do you wish?"

She nodded, scrambling off his lap and casting herself over a cushion, presenting her lightly-pinked haunches to him. Suddenly any questions about love making face-to-face became impossible. Severus tore off his own tunic and positioned himself behind her raised bottom and pink, glistening cleft.

"Suck my fingers," he instructed, his other hand kneading more firmly now as he eased one finger then two into her virgin passage. He butted the swollen, bulging head of his cock against her tight opening and forced himself to be still, afraid of ramming in too harshly or of spending his seed outside her. It was so long since he had been with a woman.

Beneath him, Lydia wriggled and backed up against him, trying to impale herself on him. He felt a jolt of fierce pleasure at her movements and the soft enveloping of her tongue and lips around his fingers and it was too much. He plunged into her sweet, hot passage, going deep, feeling her open for him, hearing her sharp cry of surprise change to a groan of pleasure.