The Voluptuous Correspondence of Lady X - Installment Nineteen

My most precious Richard,

This will be my last letter to you about our cottage by the sea.  Responsibilities have called me back to London, and you can scarce stay away from your own business affairs any longer.  Though my heart sinks at the knowledge that we’re apart again, I have taken such treasured memories with me.  And I promise myself that we’ll return there someday.  Without that hope, I’d despair and would hardly have been able to make my feet take me over the threshold.

You realized my melancholy and shared it.  I watched you silently taking in each corner and turn of the cottage, storing away the sights, sounds, and even scents of the place in memory.  Then you sighed and pulled me into your arms.

We made love slowly our last night in the cottage.  You undressed me in front of the fire in our tiny bedroom.  Unwrapping me like a gift, you bared my skin slowly, caressing each inch with first your hands and then your lips.  Though the air held a chill, surrounded by the heat of the flames and your mouth, I remained toasty warm.  Such care you took with me, as if I’d break.  I felt so cosseted, so treasured that a lump formed in my throat.  Still, I wouldn’t cloud the moment with even a hint of sadness.

While we’d stayed in our hideaway, I’d dispensed with so many of the underclothing modern women suffer.  No corset or corset cover, only one petticoat.  No bustle.  With no stays to unfasten, you had to do little more than allow my dress to fall to my feet and then pull my shift over my head.  That left my drawers and hose, held up by the garters embroidered with roses, and my drawers.

Although eager to be finished with the ritual of undressing so that we could join our bodies together, I dug deep for patience and let you finish what you’d started without my help.  You finally stripped my legs bare and pulled down my drawers so that I could step out of them.  I expected your touch, and my sex prepared itself for you, the petals swelling as moisture collected in the gap between my thighs.  You surprised me by sitting back on your heels and staring up at me as if I were Venus rising from the waves.

I trembled with sudden shyness, and for one mad moment, I thought to cover myself as best I could with my hands.  After all we’ve done together, often with others looking on and joining us in sexual play, I should hardly have felt any reservations in showing myself to you.  But you looked on me with a heat of desire in your gaze.  And love pure enough to singe the edges of my soul.  You only deserved perfection, and though I couldn’t give you that, I would surrender my heart to you and grant you every pleasurable use of my body.

In order to undress you with the same reverence you’d shown me, I bent to urge you to your feet.  You surprised me again by lifting me into your arms.  No helpless child, I almost objected, but the wool of your jacket made a pleasant scratch against my skin.  As I looped my arms around your neck, you carried me to the bed and laid me on the coverlet before returning to the hearth to build up the fire.

Rolling onto my side, I slipped my hand between my thighs so that I could stimulate myself while I waited for you.  When you finished adding logs and prodding them with the poker, the flames danced in the fireplace, sending bright light and shadows into the room.  More than enough illumination to allow me to watch you undress.

By no means unacquainted with the male form, I still savor the view or your body, and that night, I stared on, rapt, as you exposed yourself slowly to my gaze.  Your strong shoulders, well-defined chest, and narrow hips elevate your appearance from mere good looks to masculine beauty.  How often have I reached behind you to run my palms over your back while in the throes of passion?  How many times have the muscles of your arse worked to produce the thrusts that drive me to heaven?

Of course, that dearest part of you was yet to come, and I could have sworn you delayed showing it to me.  Perhaps out of modesty.  You are so very well endowed, my darling.  Of perhaps you only meant to tease me.  Through the good efforts of my fingers on my pussy, I’d made myself wet and eager for you.

When you finally rid yourself of your pants and presented your body to me fully naked, I nearly swooned with delight.  You are such a beautifully endowed man with a cock both long and thick.  Though you please me constantly with your lips, tongue, and fingers, I must admit to quite a passion for your rod.  I beckoned with my palm for you to bring your instrument to me so that I could savor it.  You smiled as you approached, always eager to humor me.  Of course, you expected a treat, knowing as you do of how I take such enjoyment in playing with your member.  The dear man fairly twitched in anticipation, and I grasped it eagerly and brought it to my mouth.

I tasted the salty evidence of your arousal as I swirled my tongue around the tip.  And you thrust your hips gently, urging me to take more.  Sly devil, you’d hidden the state of your excitement from me, letting me think you’d maintained control of your passionate nature.  Now I discovered you wanted me as desperately as I did you.  That didn’t mean I’d refrain from tormenting you first, though.  So, I set about to devour as much of your swollen flesh as my mouth would allow.

Your moans spurred me on as I slid my lips down your shaft.  I used sufficient suction that, when I raised my head, the tip of your sex emerged from my mouth with a soft pop.  Now slick and glistening in the firelight, your member had swollen so that I could scarcely get my fingers ‘round it at the base.  The vein on the underside fairly throbbed against my palm as I went back to tasting you, licking, and even nibbling gently.  Soon, you’d grasped my head, threading your fingers through my hair as you pressed for deeper entrance.

Knowing you as I do now, I could sense your rising excitement in your movements and the sounds you made.  It fueled my own need, and after a bit, I could wait no longer to have you inside me.  This could be our last encounter for weeks and months, and I’d have it last as long as we could manage.  So, I removed your cock from my mouth and gazed up into your face.

I found the features of the man I loved, completely engrossed in our physical connection.  Desire burned in your eyes, sending forth a light that warmed me more than the fire could manage.  Overwhelmed with love and lust, I made you the ultimate invitation.  I parted my legs and stretched my arms wide.

You denied me nothing, as usual.  You came to my embrace, covering my body with your own, and with a long, slow thrust entered my pussy with your cock.

I closed my eyes, savoring the pure pleasure of having you inside me.  Our Creator made us for exactly this moment…when our bodies merge into something greater than ourselves.  How you moved.  At first easily, as though measuring my response.  Could I accept any invasion you wished to inflict, or would you need to take care with me as you would with a delicate flower?  By now, you should know the answer to that.  I welcome your savagery.  It fuels my own passions.  Still, your tender concern warms my heart and makes me love you all the more.

I whispered encouragement into your ear, telling you that you mustn’t hold back, that I love you, and that you couldn’t do anything to harm me.  Thus freed from worry, you gave in to your natural inclination and freed the beast inside you.  Now thrusting with wild abandon, you pushed me past merely desiring you to craving you with every breath I took.

I began the climb to orgasm, and I strived to get there with you.  Each movement of your hardness inside me, urged me closer.  I clutched at your shoulders and wrapped my legs around you to keep you deep inside me.  My pearl registered each jostle against it.  Such a sensitive bud, it came to life, setting a fire that would soon consume me.  I cried out to you, “Don’t stop!”

Though you couldn’t respond with words, the heat of your breath against my neck and the violence of your movements assured me that I’d be satisfied.  And sure enough, in another moment, I sped past the boundary to that heaven only lovers find when joined, body and soul.  I spent with enough force to removed me entirely from any reality but the rush of climax through my sex.  The spasms claimed me and sent you to your own release.  As you stiffened in my arms and shouted your completion, I soared with you.

We fell asleep wrapped around each other and woke to a dawn we both dreaded.  The moment we had to part.  Promise that you’ll write to me frequently, my darling.  I’ll pen a letter every day.

Until I can look on your dear face again, I remain,

Your besotted X

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