Lady Isabel, daughter of a duke, had been away from home for 6 months, living with an aunt, studying music and art in France. Now she was back, and everything looked the same. The trees at the road, the long drive, the expanse of green lawns, and the huge house. The carriage pulled up beside the house, and a footman rushed to open the door. Isabel accepted his hand and stepped down, her hat shadowing her face as she looked around. She glanced back towards the horses as she was led to the house, and saw a figure standing there, holding the bridles. It was him. Tall, dark hair, strong arms, piercing blue eyes. His hair was a little longer than it had been when she saw him last, but other than that, he was the same. Nate, the one person she had always been able to rely on. The sight of him still sent a bolt of excitement through her. His eyes were on her, his face so full of love and longing, she thought surely they must be caught. But no one was looking at a stable hand, no matter how handsome. Isabel held his gaze for a moment, hoping to put everything into the look she couldn’t say out loud. I’ve missed you, I love you, I want to be with you. She gave him a small smile, and he nodded. She knew he understood. She ducked her head, her hat hiding her eyes once more, and turned back to the house.
The evening passed slowly. All Isabel wanted to do was to be alone, and hopefully see Nate again as soon as possible. Her mother fussed and said she had gotten so freckled in France. Her father huffed and wondered why she had to go so far away. Why couldn’t she have studied music and art closer to home? Isabel nodded and agreed with everything said, hoping she could go to bed as soon as possible. She stifled a yawn behind her fan, but her mother saw.
“To bed with you daughter,” she said, nudging Isabel to stand. She smiled, kissed her mother and father good night, and headed upstairs. Her maid was waiting, as tired from the journey as Isabel was. Isabel hated to make more work for her friend, but she needed to see Nate.
“I know you’re tired, Marge, but could you make sure a note goes to the stable tonight?” Marge nodded, smiling. Isabel had always expected Marge knew more than she was letting on, but she also knew nothing could be proven, and she trusted her maid more than she trusted most of her family. Marge would never betray her. Quickly she scribbled a note. “Please have my horse ready for a ride tomorrow morning, first thing.” She gave the note to Marge who bade her good night, and slipped out the door.
Dressed in nothing but a robe, her long hair loose, Isabel sat on escort izmir her bed to wait. Almost half an hour later, a small stone pinged off the floor of Isabel’s balcony. She smiled. He still remember the old code. She quickly ran to the door to make sure it was locked, and then opened the doors to the balcony. Nate was standing on the lawn below, staring up at her, a smile on his face. Isabel touched a finger to her lips, and beckoned him. He grabbed a hold of the wisteria that snaked up the wall close to the balcony and began to climb. Isabel went back into her room, and made sure the curtains were tightly closed on all the other doors. She heard Nate come in, close the balcony door and lock it, and shut the curtains tight. She did nothing as he came closer, touched her waist, and then spun her around and enfolded her in his arms. She returned the hug, finally feeling that she was home. He smelled as he always did, of hay and soap and a little sweat. He buried his face in her neck, and she felt some wetness against her skin. He was crying. He pulled back, his eyes watering, and touched her face and hair.
“Oh, Izzy, I missed you,” he whispered.
“I missed you too,” she replied, wiping away his tears and stroking the back of his neck. “But we have to keep quiet, so hush.”
“I can keep quiet,” he whispered back, a smile on his face, and he closed the distance between them again and kissed her.
Excitement shot through her at his touch. He was just as she remembered, just as warm, his lips just as soft, his arms just as hard as then went around her. He stopped just long enough to pick her up and bring her to the large bed she slept in. He carefully removed his shoes and trousers. He was always so careful not to get any dirt on anything of hers. He crawled into bed with her, and laying beside her, continued to kiss her. His mouth moved from her lips to her neck, causing her to cry out softly. He stopped and looked at her “We have to be quiet, my lady.” She gasped and reached for him again. She loved it when he called her that. He leaned back and reached for the tie on her robe. She held her breath as he slowly undid the bow and slid the robe open. He gasped as he saw her, and she softly cried out as he immediately moved to suck on her nipples. Oh, how she had missed this. She arched up, pressing her breasts closer to him, and he moved so that he was on top of her. He cupped both her breasts in his large, warm hands and moved to kiss her again. She moaned into his open mouth and shifted herself so she could feel his hardness against her belly. She could feel a fire building escort izmir inside her, and her most sensitive spot pulsed with need. She was already so wet, and he had barely touched her.
“Oh Nate, I needed this so badly,”
“I need this too, my goddess,” he growled out, moving so he could kiss down her body. He looked up, and his eyes, dark with need, stared into her own as he fastened his mouth onto her clit, and started sucking. He slipped a finger into her, and moaned as she clamped around him. “Oh darling,” he whispered against her, his beckoning finger delving into her wetness, “is this all for me?” His big finger and the vibrations of his whisper were too much for Isabel. She cried out, no longer caring that they needed to be quiet, and ground against his face, his stubble creating the friction that she craved, her orgasm pulsing through her. Once she was done, and her body felt loose and pliant, he sat back up, his obvious desire creating a tent in his shirt. She sat up too, still panting, and reached for him. His shirt came off, showing off his muscled and tan body. She licked her lips and took his throbbing cock in her hands. It was warm and pulsing, velvet over steel, and she longed to have it in her mouth. She gave him one lick and took him briefly into her mouth, savouring the familiar taste, before he pulled away. “I love that, my lady, but I don’t want to finish in your mouth tonight.”
She nodded and lay back against the pillows, her legs spread open. He sat back and admired her, her beautiful dark hair, spread out on the pillow, her face, flushed, her eyes dark with need, her beautiful chest heaving, her perfectly rounded hips, all just for him. She reached for him “Please Nate,” she moaned “please, I need you,”
He surged forward, holding himself up on his elbows so he could look into her face. He paused for a moment, their eyes locking, both desperate for a release from the other.
“I love you Isabel, so so much.” He leaned down to softly kiss her.
“I love you too,” she whispered, trembling under him. And with that, he thrust hard into her. They both cried out, rocking against each other. She canted her hips against him, trying to get used to his size again. He stretched her wonderfully, and she whimpered as he hit all of her most sensitive spots. That small sound seemed to undo him, because he started to thrust into her, his hand on the small of her back, lifting her into him, grunting into her neck. Isabel thrust her hips back into him, her hands fisted in the sheets on either side. The fire was building inside of her again, and from the way he was thrusting into her, she could tell Nate was too. He pulled back a little and pulled her up into his lap, pushing his hips up into her. She felt wonderfully full, and leaned back a little so he could have access to her chest again. She moaned as he began to feast on her nipples, her hands gently scratching the hair at the back of his neck.
“Oh, Nate,” she panted “I’m so close, please.” He stopped and kissed her again before pushing her back onto the bed.
“Shhh, my lady,” he said, and began moving slowly in her again, “Not yet, I want us to come together.” Isabel moaned in frustration and wiggled her hips as he pulled out so just his tip was inside her. She reached around and grabbed his ass, pulling him back where he belonged. He continued to thrust in her slowly, whispering sweet nothings in her ear about how much he loved and needed her, bringing her fire to a fever pitch once again.
“Izzy, I’m there,” he murmured in her ear, his thrusts becoming erratic again. “Please, my lady, please come with me,”
Isabel ground her hips against him, rubbing his cock in the spot she needed it most, as he started to groan, his face buried in her neck, pulsing inside her. Her orgasm washed over her, slowly as first, so all she could do was clutch his shoulders and helplessly moan his name. His seed spurted inside of her, and she gasped, arching up and thrusting her hips into him, the waves ripping through her now. Once she had finished, he slipped out of her, and she tucked her head onto his shoulder. They lay there, breathing heavily, hearts pounding.
He sat up, and reached for his trousers, pulling a small cloth bag out of one of the pockets. He lay back down beside her, propping himself up on one elbow, and reached inside the bag. He pulled a small ring out of the bag, and held it up to Isabel. She gasped, rolling over, so she could look at him directly.
“I know it’s not much,” He started, his voice shaking a little. “But I love you and I want to be with you for the rest of my life. You are my moon and my stars. I have saved up a decent amount of money to buy a cottage in Scotland after we’re married, and my uncle will give me a job working in his garage. I know it won’t be what you’re used to, at least to start, but will you run away with me? Will you be my wife?” Isabel stared at him. The ring was small, but the diamond in the centre was beautiful, with small silver flowers dotting the gold on either side. It was nothing like the giant ring that had been offered to her in France, but that ring hadn’t made her feel like this one did. She pulled Nate forward and kissed him.
“Yes, yes, of course I’ll marry you!”
He laughed and slid the ring onto her finger, and pulled her close once more.