"Arthur we can't do this anymore."
She said as he was getting ready to leave.
"Tell me exactly what is this Alice because I'm out of my mind trying to forget about you and yet you still haunt me. Give me an explanation why we can't be." Arthur angrily voice out his frustration and she became frightened by the thought of finally acknowledging and confronting their situation.
"God Arthur we are practically related."
"Related!! Is that the lie you are trying to justify... that what we have between us is a mistake?" He angrily wore his shoes and gather his coat. "Tell me the truth for once."
He left without waiting for his response.
Arthur figured the distance will help her and Alice figure out stuff so he gave her some space. A few weeks later Arthur gets a call from his Aunt Margaret and learned that his grandmother was in critical condition so he had to go upstate to the house he was raised with Alice. Although her Aunt Margaret was not by blood because she was only related by marriage from a distant cousin of his father who died early in their marriage, she was often there to lend a hand.
Alice who was talking to the lawyer did not glance to Arthur or acknowledge his presence. However, his Aunt informed her that the lawyer was there for the plan for his grandmother's death arrangements. Arthur who couldn't deal with any of it withdraw himself to the separate house behind the main house.
After getting ready for bed Alice went down to check on her grandmother and the nurse was reading her a book and she kissed her grandmother goodnight.
She went to the kitchen and the housekeeper informed her that Arthur didn't come to eat. She was worried and told the her to help her prepare food for him so she can deliver it to him.
Alice was surprised when she opened the door and found him inside the reading room still awake. He was sitting on the chair by the table his arms on the armchair covering his face, the fire flickering in the middle of the room.
He didn't hear her at first and she took a step and he stared at her without uncovering his face.
Was he crying. She wondered.
"I brought your food because I heard you didn't eat today at all."
It amused him that she would come here with her sleeping clothes. Even though she was wearing a robe he knew she had light clothes beneath it. As if sensing his stare, she turned slowly, her hair sliding over one shoulder.
"Come here."
For a moment he thought she was going to disobey him. Alice sigh and walked towards him, her hair shimmering down her back like a lighted torch.
When she was close enough, he drew her between his thigh and she was almost seated at the table in front of him. Arthur opened her robe and she blushed when he saw his hungry eyes that was delighted to find a dark tan sexy satin chemise.
"I couldn't find anything else to sleep on... I was in a hurry to get here I didn't pack the right clothes."
He didn't look entirely convinced.
Slowly his hands caress down the side of her thighs only to raise up lifting the chemise up and she caught his wrists to stop him before exposing her underwear. "Arthur don't." Their eyes met.
And she turned rigid, so tense and she felt the forbidden heat of excitement in her belly that she wanted to resist.
Now his cock was as rigid as she was.
His head bent to kiss her belly and slowly fondling her without his hands. She lets his hands go and he proceeded by raising up her chemise her fingers dug into his arms.
He kissed a path down to her navel, pulling down her underwear as his mouth moved lower.
Goose bumps scattered across her belly to her spine and still he moved lower. Parting her thighs and positioned his body so that his head was above her pelvis. Shocking her as he lowered his head even more. How could she let this happen.
He slid his fingers through the lips uncovering the throbbing center and grazing his tongue slightly at the swollen, aching folds. She couldn't form a single objection as he pressed hard kisses to her damp flesh.
She trembled uncontrollably. Her thighs shook. Her knees shook. He licked her long, sinfully, forcefully strong tongue, swiping at her opening to the folds of her flesh, circling the nub of nerves with his fingers while slowly pressing and rubbing.
His tongue circled her entrance and slid inside, shocking her with sensations.
She arched forward and he withdraw from giving her the release she needed.
He sat straight to the chair leaning backwards. "Sit on top of me."
He only leaned forward to take her robe off while she stared at him intensely as if she was hypnotized. She knelt on top of him her damp flesh overflowing down her thighs. He slid down the strap of her dress exposing her breast. She holds his elbow for support. He stroked lazily with his fingers, tracing soft lines to her nipples. Pulled gently and sharper.
Tugging on the nipples and making her womb clenched. She pressed her sex down harder to his stiffed c*ck.
"Thank you for the meal."
Warm, rough tongue slid sensuously over her nipple and she moaned harder. His trail of kisses leaving damp trail on her breast, his hands cupped her breast, kneading and massaging them together. He licked over one nipple and then pressed the other. Unable to resist her hands encouraging him with her fingers brushing her hair. She stared down as he suckled on her nipples, tightening her body even more at the sight of him.
He unzipped his pants releasing his throbbing organ. He groaned and closed his eyes when she stroked his c*ck.
She nervously licked her bottom lip, leaving it moist in the glow of the firelight. It left him senseless and pulled her head down to meet his kiss. His mouth moving with infinite rushness over her lips. Hungrily tasting and demanding. All the while his hands slid over her body, stroking, caressing. Soothing. It made her dizzy that she didn't realize that her throbbing organ was prodding at her wet flesh.
"Guide me inside of you."
She guided her to her opening and she went still as she stretched around the tip of his manhood. Her hands fell on his shoulders for support. He arched up while pressing her down to him and she could feel the fullness of him deep inside of her.
She bit her bottom lip and whimpered under the urgency. He release her briefly but his hardness found her again, firm against her soft flesh. Probing and hot.
She closed her eyes when she sensed his breathless rush, he thrust hard and deep. His fingers found her nipple and rubbed the pad until it stiffened and became erect. Tightening her womb at the pleasure. She grasped in dismay. He smiled up at her, a gleam in his eyes.
He withdrew and thrust again, deeper and harder still. Possessive while planting himself inside her. His teeth scraped her jaw and then moved to her neck. He kissed, nibbled, sucked and nipped on her skin. Knowing traces will mark her.
She threw back her head surrendering.
He slid his hands underneath her buttocks and cupped her, holding her closer to him. He thrust, burying himself deeper than before.
She met him with a passionate kiss more tinder and demanding.
Faster and harder he moved between her legs and pressing him down to him to meet his thrust. He slipped one hand between them and brushed his fingertips over her hungry flesh just as he thrust in her once more.
The pressure bewildered her, her moan was echoing more in the room, lauder and wonderful to his ears. She stiffened as her body trembled with pleasure that flooded through her veins. Her lungs opening trying to draw a breath. Her flesh clenching harder on him making him come with her. She came first and his large hand pulled her back down when she tried to pull out. Hot and slick. The sharp flesh find a few stroke inside of her. His touch firm and possessive.
He continued to drive into her, over and over. Pleasure again stirred within her, rising and tightening her body all over again. Tension whipped through his body and he released inside of her while thrusting deeply.
A shudder rolled through him and then he remained still for a moment deep inside of her. His organ pulsed and his juices flooded him. He withdrew from her and the thick slick juices from her organ and his released sperm trailed down her thighs and on his pants.
Her head was bend down on his shoulder hiding the embarrassment and the guilt yet again.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." She answered. She was struggling to get up and he helped her fix her clothes.
"Stay." Arthur asked before she walked away.
