Speaker 1: I was out of breath, still panting, as THEO approached
me in the middle of the foggy woods. He took
off his hat and pushed his fingers through his thick
brown hair. There was a look of almost awe on
his face, and it flattered me. He hadn't forgotten about me,
How did you, he asked, eyeing me up and down.
It wasn't becoming for as soon to be duchess to
leave the grounds without letting some one know, and it
certainly wasn't acceptable for her to meet her former lover.
THEO took a step closer, and I resisted the urge
to throw myself into his arms. I couldn't make the
first move. I wouldn't allow it. Gwen, what are we
going to do? Said THEO softly. He took another step closer.
The fog rolled around us, the air thick and warm.
It was so quiet out here. You're to be married
in only one week's time. I swallowed hard. I could
hardly bear it. His hand cupt my face and I
choked back a sound somewhere between a gasp and a sob.
But when his lips touched down on my own, I
couldn't control it. My mouth opened for him, warm and welcoming.
It was like no time had passed. It was like
it was a year ago, before I got forced into
this upcoming marriage, before my whole world turned upside down.
I missed you so much, breathed THEO, turning my head
to the side so he could kiss my neck. I
sighed in response. There were no words to describe just
how much I missed him. The fog was thickening around
our bodies, encapsulating us in a cloud. It seemed fitting somehow.
THEO grabbed my waist. We walked backwards together, taking a
few steps until we crashed into a tree. Our mouths
were wild and hungry, and while we kissed, THEO grabbed
the bottom of my dress and lifted my skirt. His
hands touched my bare skin underneath, and shivers snaked down
my spine. THEO, I gasped as he slid his fingers
across the front of my panties. He stroked me there
while I writhed against the tree. I looked up at
his face, which was unchanged. He appeared exactly the same
as he always had, rugged and handsome, with a defined jaw.
His eyes stared deep into mine and I couldn't look away,
even if I wanted to. His gaze was intense as
he shoved his hand down my panties now and began
to stroke my pussy. My jaw was slack as a
series of breathy moans lifted from my throat. THEO, I breathed,
I need you. He spun me around then, and I
braced myself on the thick oak tree. THEO grabbed my waist,
hinging me forward. I looked back over my shoulder as
best as I could and watched him drop to his knees.
My heart was pounding thickly in my ears. Every fiber
of my being knew this was wrong, but I needed it.
I kneaded it in a primal, intrinsic way, like I
might die if I didn't get it. THEO pulled down
my panties. His breath was hot across my cunt, which
made my legs shake. When he pressed his mouth down
on to my slit, I cried out and held more
tightly against the tree. His tongue slidskillfully across the sensitive
bud at the very top, massaging me there while my
body ached and trembled for him. THEO that feels perfect,
I moaned, my eyes fluttering shut. His hands cupped my
bottom as he feasted on me. His fingers pushed hard
into my skin, his mouth tonguing me over and over.
Immense pleasure had started to build inside me, and THEO
seemed to sense it. He kept going, letting the intensity build,
until finally I was being pushed over an invisible ledge.
My entire body shook from the force of my climax,
and I felt like a wild animal as I cried
and groaned into the open, foggy air. I was still
twitching from it all when THEO stood up, spun me around,
and kissed me. I could taste myself on him as
our tongues snaked over one another. I need you, Gwen.
He grabbed my chin with two fingers, peering deep into
my soul. Are you ready for me? I nodded slowly,
more than ever. I was breathing hard as THEO unzipped
his pants. I looked down to watch as he pulled
out his erect length, and it was as perfect as
I remembered. My mind flashed back to our days spent
in these very woods, dipping our toes in the stream
and making love on the softest areas of moss. THEO
entered me, and it was like no time had passed.
He made love to me, slowly and deeply against the tree,
our bodies working as one. As he pumped between my legs.
I felt light and dizzy, caught up in both present
and past. You feel as perfect as you always did.
THEO hissed, his face tense as he looked at me.
I could see the pleasure etched in his expression. Gwen,
you are made for me. I looked away and closed
my eyes. I couldn't face what he was saying. It
was the truth, of course, but right now I only
wanted to enjoy this pleasure. He pulled down the top
of my dress to expose my breasts. I clapped a
hand to my mouth, covering my desperate whimpers. As Theo's
tongue swirled across one nipple, he pulled it past his lips,
sucking me, and then switched to the other. I rocked
on top of theo's length, feeling myself open and softened
for him. Stars flickered in my line of vision. I
breathed in deeply, inhaling the scent of Theo's tobacco and
the earthy smell that surrounded us. He leaned in close
and kissed me. Our lips connected the same way our
most intimate parts were connected. We couldn't be close enough.
I collapsed against him, and THEO held me in his
arms while he continued to drive his hips up and in.
Again and again he entered me, sending me spiraling into
even deeper pools of arousal. Without warning. After a particularly
quick series of thrusts, THEO withdrew. I looked down to
watch as he stroked his shaft over top of me,
his release spurting out and landing on the soft hair
of my mound. His groans sounded perfect to me, a
deep and needy noise that I often replayed late at
night when I couldn't sleep. Gwen, THEO gasped, tucking himself
back into his pants. I I I. I waited to
hear what he would say next, but no words came. Instead,
he pulled out a handkerchief and began to wipe me clean.
I bit my bottom lip, wishing we could do this
all over again. I didn't want this to be the
last chapter of our story. I can do it, I said, quietly,
reaching for his hand please let me. Once THEO was
sure that I was sufficiently clean, he pocketed the messy
kerchief and pulled me in against him. Tears were pricking
at my eyes, but I forced myself to hold back.
Theo's hand held the back of my head. I melted
at the way his fingers rubbed across my hair. I
hope we've not made too much a mess of you,
he said, chuckling weakly as he stepped back to look
at me. Now, let's get you home. I took his
hand in mine and made a promise to myself that
this would not be the last time. It couldn't be,
no matter what it took.
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