Chapter 7

He wrapped his hands once again around her buttocks, lifted her off the table, and carried her, as they resumed inhaling each other's mouths, to his small single bed. He lowered her onto his worn patchwork quilt, and still panting, stared into her eyes, shocked that his years of dreaming had come to pass. He carefully untied the long strips of fabric that held the front of her dress closed, and lifted the plain servants' frock over her head as she lifted her arms in cooperation. Similarly he lifted her thin chemise off her body, revealing her skin underneath. As typically kitchen servants did not wear corsets day-to-day, due to their confining nature, this left her round perky breasts fully exposed, and he stared at them for a moment, in awe of the goddess laying before him. He backed up to the edge of his humble bed, and gently removed each of her leather slippers, laying them with care next to the bedpost. He brought his mouth to the inside of her left ankle, and caressed the skin beneath softly with his lips. He continued to place soft kisses along the inside of her leg, dotting each kiss with a touch of his warm wet tongue. He gradually moved up towards her knee, and then past it, approaching her thigh. She began to dig her fingers into the fabric of his faded quilt, grabbing the blanket in bunches to contain her need to be filled and sated. To drive her to the point of madness, he began licking and sucking on her inner thigh, his soft sandy brown hair tickling her belly. She began to softly moan in frustration, unable to contain the hunger between her legs. In obedience to her body's command, he hooked his fingers under the hem of undergarments, and pulled them down over her feet. The wet cloth fell to to floor, and he stared in awe at the majesty before his eyes.

Tendrils of wiry black hairs encircled the soft pink swollen folds of flesh seeping clear slippery liquid onto his blanket. He could smell her maddening arousal, and pressing her legs apart with his palms, he buried his head in the treasure. With his thumb and forefinger, he slowly parted the engorged lips, and upon finding the treasured round pearl of flesh between them, his expression changed to that of a great beast about to devour its prey. He began to lap at the pearl with the tip of his tongue, all the while plunging his index and middle fingers into the heated cave below.

Rosie's back arched as she was engulfed in waves of pleasure. Reacting to her body, Kieran began to suck desperately on the pearl as a man overcome with starvation. His fingers began to pump against the walls of her inner flesh, and his knuckles became drenched in the fluid pouring onto them. Rosie began to writhe on the bed, moaning and crying out her friend-turned-lover's name, and gritting her teeth unable to contain her pleasure. Her hips began to rock against his tongue and fingers, more and more frantically with every second. Suddenly her hips bucked high into the air, and she screamed at the top of her lungs. Kieran moved his head back, narrowly avoiding a broken nose, and continued to pump his fingers inside of her as the violent thrusts of her hips slowed to a stop. He slowly pulled his fingers out and sucked on the warm sweet necktar that coated them.