Book I: Burnt Bliss [BoyxBoy]

Chapter 28: The Ways of Love

He felt a strange combination of worry being someplace he generally shouldn't, yet he couldn't deny his interest in Sarah's sensual intentions.

He awkwardly took a few small steps forward, averting his eyes from Sarah when she disappeared behind her partition to change for the evening.

Now alone, she excitedly scanned the array of silken dresses, underskirts and nightclothes for a moment, wondering which one would look the absolute best for James. This was it. This was happening. She needed everything to be perfect.

At last, she chose her best nighttime dressing gown. As she slid the cream-coloured silk over her petite figure, the layers of skirts swished gently when she smoothed them out.

The neckline was more revealing than her usual dresses, showing off her small, graceful curves. She then noticed a small bottle of champagne perched on a silver platter next to her boudoir that she'd forgotten about. She decided it was the perfect way to begin the celebration of her freedom and happily drank from it. She turned to her full-length mirror and confidently smiled.

Yes, this was it.

She brushed her hair smooth, readjusted the waist of her gown. She added a touch of honeysuckle perfume and noticed a pink flower hairpiece she carefully pinned onto her hair.

"I'm ready." She whispered to her reflection. She closed her eyes for a second to steady herself. Her hand slowly traced the soft fabric, slipping from her waist to hip, onto her thigh where she let it linger, just for a moment. Her stomach was fluttering; she couldn't deny the feelings coursing through her body. She opened her eyes, took a deep breath, and slid off her smallclothes from under her skirt.

"Would you mind closing the door please?" She requested, in a sticky-sweet voice, still out of James's sight. She was trembling, trying to calm herself.

"If--that's...of course." He choked out, skittish as he meekly sauntered to the other side of the room and stared at her doorway.

This was it.

If he closed this door, he knew what would happen. He knew what Sarah wanted, and he couldn't lie to himself anymore--he wanted it too. This was the last chance he had to say 'no'.

He pushed it shut and felt an energy overtake him. He turned around and couldn't move.

Because there Sarah stood, her soft, pink lips adorned with a coy grin.

She paused for a moment just then; she wanted to savour every image, every feeling as much as she could from this night. She watched the golden glow of candlelight glint in James's soft grey eyes.

They had widened when he saw her dress. Her figure was complemented by it in every way. The way the fabric fell upon her chest and cinched tight against her back. The cream colour that was a pleasant contrast with her curly brown hair, currently flowing freely beyond her shoulders. Her eyes had a sultry flash that never let up. She was beautiful, audacious, and her self-confidence was unwavering. He adjusted his shift, somehow feeling under-dressed.

He knew what she wanted.

She wanted him.

She gently pushed him against the door. When their lips flirtatiously mingled, he tasted champagne and his mind snapped back to the thrill of their very first kiss. Once again, it tasted classy, effervescent and it was something he was now privileged to enjoy. Something that perhaps he did deserve. As her tongue slowly slid between his warm lips, she reached beyond him and locked her bedroom door.

As soon as she did, a fluttering sensation arose within her, the thrills of her freedom, their passion, even a spark of control. She was pressed against him, she belonged in his arms.

James couldn't resist touching her silky dressing gown. His fingers gently traveled along the smooth fabric, which was snug against her firm waist. Now the only thing he wanted to do with her was--

"We shouldn't." He pulled back, looking away from her. He couldn't stand the intensity.

"But they're gone. Please?" She purred, turning his head back to face her, a hand smoothing out the neckline of her gown, eyes smoldering.

James couldn't help it--his eyes immediately snapped to her decolletage, then back up to her burning eyes. He dove back in, casting off his inhibitions. As they kissed, Sarah pulled him towards her bed.

Heart racing, he scooped her up and she felt a rush when he laid her on the bed, luxe white blankets and down pillows awaiting them.

Once he was atop her and they continued kissing, she ambitiously grabbed his hips, pulling his body directly onto hers. She slightly gasped, unprepared for the shock which seized her body--they had never been this close before. With his shyness quickly disappearing, he couldn't help but smile confidently at her reaction.

He tousled her soft curls with a slow, gentle awe. When his lips glazed along her neck with kiss after kiss, he was invigorated by her soft skin, the scent of her perfume. Her heart raced as the affections sped between them.

She slid her hand along his back, pulling off his shift, eager for more.

He leaned up and tossed it aside. Before he moved onto her again, she paused to drink in his trim physique. He dove into her yet again, but a moment later when her hand wandered onto his breeches, he leaned back, but she didn't let go of him.

"Tell me," she whispered with a sultry rush, arms now wrapped around his neck.

"Tell me you don't want me. Right here, right now. You can go, and this never happened. Or..."

"Or..." He repeated, staring down at her perfect body and alluring intentions.

He tried to hold back; tried to refuse her.

He dove back into her soft, wet lips. His kisses danced along her neck and chest. She lightly grazed a hand along his thigh, clearly aiming to tease him. Her heart raced beneath her chest when he ventured along her soft curves. Unable to wait, she eventually started tugged at his breeches. He obliged, wriggling just enough out of his breeches and small clothes.

A rush sped through her when he brazenly pushed up her skirts and advanced into her. She threw her head back and drew in a sharp breath, whimpering at this new sensation, scarcely breathing.

She squirmed under him, unable to stand the intensity. She enjoyed the feeling of his weight constantly pushing against her body, the taste of salt on his skin, the dazed look on his face. She flung her arms around his neck again, kissing him passionately. She didn't even notice her rose hair piece fell off.

Their constant motion created energy that swirled through their bodies at a dizzying pace. Sarah felt a pleasant shock overtake her, a tantalizing buzz that grew from within her and refused to cease.

The force between them was unstoppable. Each touch they shared pushed them closer and closer. When sweet tensions between them broke, they melted together, delightfully exhausted.

Laying back, trying to catch her breath, Sarah curled up to him, and decided it was the best feeling she'd ever experienced. Outside, the stars sparkled, approving and encouraging their love.

As they fell asleep together, tired and satisfied, Sarah was proud of herself. She knew she had started something amazing.