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[cemetarygirl]

Another sharp gasp left Giles' throat as his scars continued to burn with a tingle as he sat in Isabella's gardens, obviously remembering where they had the first kiss. Why in the world was it happening now?

He knew he had to explain things when he returned, possibly not to Edward, but to Bella and Marie, most likely.

The male rarely actually told the truth of the origins, the main reason because of memories that haunted him only once in a blue moon. With another twitch of his fingers, Giles leaned his head back as to take the pain off the scars, but to no avail.

With another try and another gasp, Giles opened his eyes and searched the gardens for something.

OOC: see Kly you can do eet too! lol

 

[cemetarygirl]

Marie sighed as Bella disappeared into the library. Following her again would be of no use, she'd only say the same thing once again or get angry. It was her defense.

Turning back to Lord Edward Marie offered him a smile as she said. " She will be alright. Shall we continue with your tour of the house, my Lord? I assume you'd like to know where you'll be sleeping."

Marie held out her hand and wondered if he would only be sleeping in that room or if he would be doing more illicit things.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

"I'm sure she will be, Marie, said Edward, "but I am her guardian now, and I must be concerned with her welfare. I know Giles would never do anything deliberately to hurt a woman; his interest is chiefly in their pleasures. He has suffered in the war, though he is loath to admit it, and it sometimes, I fear, leads to unexpected and disconcerting behavours. If such has been the case, I know he will be back to explain to your sister."

"Then," he continued, "let us be off to the upstairs and a survey of the private chambers."

He followed Marie as she offered him glimpses into the various bed chambers, quickly retreating from Bella's, but not quickly enough to preclude Edward's glimpse of its dishevelled sate and the interesting garments tossed on furniture and floor. He followed her as well into the master suite for a full showing.

"Very nicely appointed," he noted, casting an approving glance at the additional scenes of seraglios and nudes that adorned the walls.

He singled out a Fragonard for Marie's attention: "See, my dear, here is an original oil by the master Fragonard whom I mentioned in the garden. See the luscious whites and pinks of the girl's body, so lovingly painted? That is why I told you this artist would delight in an opportunity to depict you; your flesh is as sensually colored as the best that he has ever rendered. If you think otherwise, come stand here."

He led her to stand before a full-length dressing mirror and tilted its frame so it would reflect the whole of Marie at once. Then he took a position immediately behind her as he began to address her.

"See," he said as his hand touched her cheek and tilted her face at varying angles to the glass," your skin is marble white, accented by the pink of your cheeks, and your lips." He paused as he referred to her lips, and he lightly brushed his fingers over the sweet tea-rose pink mouth he had already kissed twice.

"And your throat," he continued, once more tilting her head, this time to exhibit the smooth line of her long and graceful neck. He leaned over and kissed it, drawing a bit of flesh between his lips and sucking hard on it. Marie squealed, but seemed to offer little resistance. He withdrew, and now showed her the spot where his love bite had brought out the pink beneath her skin.

"Your chest too," and his hand swept over the bare skin above her bodice. "And, of course," his hand rested a moment on her chest and then slid downward, taking the bodice with it, "your most beautiful breasts." Her breasts were fully exposed for his eyes and hers, and more.

His hand came up from the bodice and cupped her right breast; he brought his other around to take hold of her left, and he began to massage them, squeezing them softly and gently with his hands, and toying with her nipples. They stiffened as he rubbed them, and he released them for a moment to show her how pink they had become from this attention. As he took them in his fingers again, he brought his lips to her neck once more, kissing its silhouette from shoulder to ear. And at her ear, he whispered words of her beauty and of his desire to indulge his own senses in the pleasing of hers.

 

[kly400]

"Just snap out of it, all right? Nothing's wrong, just a few scars." Giles told himself, but never really seemed to get it himself. Another spark of flames on his fingers erupted as he stood up and walked out of the gardens to search for Bella.

She was his only hope of forgetting the pain, and memories. Sighing to himself, the male walked towards the library.

His hair shuffled lightly as he looked inside the library to see Isabella, her light fingers trailing the black leathers spines of the ancient books.

With a sigh, Giles spoke up, "Isabella." his voice barely above a whisper, he knew that she could hear him if she listened.

 

[cemetarygirl]

Marie shivered as Edward's fingers brushed her lips. she jumped slightly as sucked on the small bit of flesh on her neck.. her body was beginning to feel warm to her. When he ran his hands over her bosom she began to bite her lower lip and when he lowered her bodice she made a small whimpering sound but did not fight his attentions. She found that she wanted to know what his hands felt like on her tender skin.

What she learned was that each movement, each caress sent litttle pangs of pleasure through her body. Marie laid her head back against Edward's shoulder and closed her eyes, savoring the feel of his lips on her neck and shoulder with his hands on her breasts.

When He whispered his desires in her ear, she wanted desperately to allow him the liberties he asked but felt she must make some protest before he though her a wanton harlot.

"We shouldn't, my Lord." marie said breathlessly, " it would ruin my chances of marriage." she did not think it wise to inform him that all thoughts of any other man were beginning to flee her mind.

However the evidence of her emotional state lie in the fact that she did not pushed away from him or even so much as lift a finger to move his hands from their present play. In fact, she'd brought one hand to caress his arm and the other up to stroke the side of his neck as she turned her head towards him for yet another of his wonderous kisses.

 

[kly400]

Giles smiled weakly as the burning sensation in his fingers vanished. He was right; she made him forget.

Walking forward, his hand pushed the chairs aside as he reached her; his hands laid on her tight waist as he slowly pulled her in for a kiss. An electric sensation surge through his body as he pressed his lips into hers.

The headache he had previously faded away as the feeling of being with her pushed into his mind, and his eyes darted to the left, then the right, and finally rested on her shocked eyes.

 

[kly400]

Giles' lips released a sigh as Bella jerked away, and looked at her as her hand laid on her cheek.

"I... I realized something." he said quietly. His fingers began to erupt out of nervousness at what he was about to say. He had never told a woman - not even his mother or father - this.

His gaze directed downward, struggling to say what he wanted to say in a long time. His mind searched frantically for the strength, knowing that Bella would be wondering about his thoughts.

 

[kly400]

The soft feeling of Bella's fingers stroking his cheek, Giles felt more confident. His fingers finally rested on her waist, not fidgeting at that moment.

"You... you're the only one that makes me forgot. No one else has done. Ever." he said slowly, his eyes turning to her worried eyes.

Another boost of encouragement allowed himself to also steel his waiting anxiety.

 

[kly400]

Giles smiled weakly in response to her own smile.

"No. You already have." he said, then leaned in and kissed her again. Engulfed in another blissful moment, Giles pulled her closer than before. His right hand ran through her own hand, pulling it gently.

 

[kly400]

As they kissed, Giles' old memories became shrouded. It was nice; the feeling of being content.

Pressing his lips to hers harder, his leg lightly brushed against her thigh.

 

[kly400]

Giles smiled and sat near her stomach, then leaned in and kissed Bella's neck as he slid his hand from his side to her waist.

Kissing her neck, his lips found her ear and sucked gently on it as he smiled. His body became more relaxed as his tongue gently licked her ear lobe, getting turned on more by the second.

 

[kly400]

As Giles played with her ear and waist, he smiled at her suggestion.

"Here." he whispered, excited at the fact that someone might actually catch them. His hand ran up her stomach and grabbed one of her breasts, massaging it gently as he felt her nipples stiffen.

"You're not bored of me?" he whispered.

 

[kly400]

The male's free hand slipped down her dress, laying his warm and scarred hand on her other breast as he pushed it down.

 

[kly400]

Giles groaned as her leg brushed against his semi-hard cock.

"Oh no... never." he whispered as his tongue licked her nipple lightly. His other hand teased her other breast. His cock pushed against her thigh, threatening to come out and please her.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Marie shivered as Edward's fingers brushed her lips. she jumped slightly as sucked on the small bit of flesh on her neck.. her body was beginning to feel warm to her. When he ran his hands over her bosom she began to bite her lower lip and when he lowered her bodice she made a small whimpering sound but did not fight his attentions. She found that she wanted to know what his hands felt like on her tender skin.

What she learned was that each movement, each caress sent litttle pangs of pleasure through her body. Marie laid her head back against Edward's shoulder and closed her eyes, savoring the feel of his lips on her neck and shoulder with his hands on her breasts.

When He whispered his desires in her ear, she wanted desperately to allow him the liberties he asked but felt she must make some protest before he though her a wanton harlot.

"We shouldn't, my Lord." marie said breathlessly, " it would ruin my chances of marriage." she did not think it wise to inform him that all thoughts of any other man were beginning to flee her mind.

However the evidence of her emotional state lie in the fact that she did not pushed away from him or even so much as lift a finger to move his hands from their present play. In fact, she'd brought one hand to caress his arm and the other up to stroke the side of his neck as she turned her head towards him for yet another of his wonderous kisses.

As Marie turned towards him, Edward cradled her head in his hands to kiss her yet again. He held her firm as his lips pried hers open for his tongue to find more than a taste of her lips. He thrust his tongue deep into her mouth, seeking out ger tongue to taste fully of his young ward's passion. Half duel -- half dance, their tongues twirled and parried, leapt and thrusted as Edward brought his hands to her shoulders. sliding her dress down her arms until her back was as uncovered as her front.

Their kiss lingered as his fingers explored the topography of her far side, the hard spots where bone lay thinly covered with skin and the soft, deep mounds of flesh. Her breasts pressed hard into the stiff cloth of his coat, and its touch and his touch brought her nipples to stiff attention, their nerves on the edge of exploding with delight.

He left off the kiss and rested his hands around her narrow waist as he lowered himself to kneel on one knee. As he descended, his lips grazed over her throat and chest to find the cleavage that centered her bosom. Now he kissed in earnest once more. planting his lips firmly on the yielding flesh of a breast and imbuing the spot with the warmth of his affection, with the heat of his passion. Then he moved but an inch, planting another expression of his desire, And he continued, marking out the circle of her breast with caresses.

As he caressed the one breast, his hand rose from her hip and found the other, softly massaging it once again, and then cupping beneath it to raise its straining nipple to his lips. He drew it slowly into his mouth, stroking it with his tomgue and suckling on it as if he were an infant. But he was no infant, and the flame of his passion soon drove him to vary his play with er breast, lightly flicking his tongue over her nipple and then suddenly drawing the whole of her pink areola into his mouth for his tongue to roughly stroke the tautened and nerve-tensed flesh.

 

[cemetarygirl]

Marie was drunk on Edwards kisses. She had never felt so many things at once and it was making her dizzy. Soft moans and sweets gasps escaped her lips as he explored her breasts with his mouth.

"My Lord" she whispered breathlessly as her fingers played with his hair, gently nudging his head into her body more,"we musn't.."

 

[Tio_Narratore]

An officer and a gentleman such as Edward would not countenance a thought such as 'we musn't,' bravery, after all, demanded that one do what others thought musn't be done. He ignored her protests, then, knowing that the play and the encouragement of her fingers were more telling than her words.

He glided his hands lightly down the bare flesh of her sides to rest on her waist again. There he found the folds of the bodice of her dress, the hourglass of her hips being all that held it against gravity. A pause to savour that narrowing of her torso and the soft folds of cloth around it, and then his hands continued their downward path, sliding over her hips and pushing her bodice before them. The dress and her underskirts now fell freely from her body, and she stood before her kneeling lord and guardian clad only in black silk stockings, each held above the knee by a tightly tied red garter.

He sighed deeply in desire at the white softness of her thighs, so highly contrasted by the black and red of the stockings, and at the sparse stand of dark pelt that surmounted her mons veneris.

"Such beauty as yours," he whispered, "dear Marie, such beauty of face, of bosom, of hip, of leg, such complete beauty. I have never before seen," and then he kissed her mound, hard and warm, pressing on the little nub of pleasure hidden beneath the hill of flesh.

He rose, then, and lifted her in his arms, sitting her down gently on the edge of the great bed. Kneeling again before her, he raised her ankles to toss her gently onto her back and then spread her legs to gain access between them. His eyes, first, to gaze passionately on her drape-covered slit, and then his lips, as he caressed his way up her thighs, kissing one than the another in turn, and rising closer to their junction. His hands pushed out on her knees, opening her wider for each ascending caress, until he once more planted his kiss, long and deep and hot, upon her mound.

 

[kly400]

She smiled when he answered and a loud groan escaped her hoarse throat when he licked her nipple, her back forming a bow shape as he did it again, and his arousal pressed against her thigh. She moaned, and blanching, then turning scarlet, she thought for a second.

"OK, let me borrow that," she said, untying Giles' ascot and then folding it in a neat strip, then pushed it into her mouth, leaving the ends which were quite long behind her head.

She motioned for Giles to tie it as tight as he could. It would effectly muffle her groans and moans that would otherwise alert people in the next county.

Giles grunted in confusion as he ascot suddenly vanished from his neck and into Bella's mouth and behind her head.

Thinking that she looked effectively arousing, Giles allowed himself to lightly blush as he moved in to tie the ascot. The blush gone, he tied it tightly but not so that it would hurt her.

"Ready?" he whispered as he leaned in and wrapped his large lips around her hardening nipple, sucking on it gently and pulling slightly as his hand fondled her other breast.

 

[cemetarygirl]

Marie stood before edward a captive of her own body as he disrobed her finding her most secret places. Why had no one told her that a man could make her feel this good? Most the Ladies of the ton would have her believe that marital relations were unpleasant and vulgar.

However, Edward was not making her feel unpleasant - he made her tremble with pleasure when he kissed her there at the juncture of her legs, and she did not see any vulgarity as he carried her to the bed and kissed his way up her stocking clad legs. all she saw was that he thought her beautiful and desireable.

"Edward..." she whispered his name , for the first time without title, softly as her lust filled eyes watched him. She had no idea what exactly it was her body wanted at that moment but she she knew that Edward could deliver it.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Edward's lips slid down from her mound, lightly caressing every closed fold of her nether lips, then pressing more firmly, parting themselves and opening hers with them. His tongue darted out, sweeping slowly between her labia, tasting her alkaline juices. Deep into her furrow he proceeded, stroking upward until he tongue discovered her unprotected pearl. He felt its firm roundness and licked it from side to side to the rhythm of Marie's cries of delight.

Back down, now, to her hole, and his tongue circled round its rim, it's entry denied by a resilient membrane. "She's a virgin," thought Edward, and soon to be mine." He moaned with thepleasure of her taste and the thought of a frontal assault on her last line of defense.

To her swollen and tensed clitoris again, and he drew it between his lips to suck on it as if it were a nipple. Her squeals and sighs encouraged him and he suckled vigourously, twisting and twirling his tongue around it and biting gently to fire nerves so sharply that pleasure and pain could not be distinguised.

As he played with her nub, he undid his own clothes and removed them. Naked now, he let his lips lead the way once more, now up over her mound and triangle, caressing her belly and navel, and on to her firm young tits, so full and pink, their nipples nearly as erect as Edward's hungry cock.

He paused to look into her eyes.

 

[cemetarygirl]

Marie lay beneath Edward knowing what was going to happen next. She knew that he had only given her pleasure thus far, but she was frightened of the unknow that lay directly before her.

Looking down her own naked and writhing body her eyes found his stiff,quivering member and widened. He was so large! Would he really fit inside her small body? Marie shivered and drew her attention away from there to travel up his well muscled body until she founds his eyes and saw his lust for her burning in them.

Reaching a trembling hand up to caress his face she whispered "I am frightened, Edward."

 

[Tio_Narratore]

"It is usual to be frightened the first time, my love," he said reassuringly, "and it may hurt a bit. But I am told the pain is brief and exquisitely pleasurable. I will be as gentle as I can be for you."

He kissed her warmly, lips closed and quivering together as his organ, wet with his arousal, found its way between her labia, equally moistened with excitement. He pressed the kiss harder, so their lips would part and their tongues could meet to taste and dance together. He wrapped his arms about her waist and lifted her gently, sliding her up his cock so it stood poised at the vestibule of her maidenhead.

Slowly, carefully, he pressed at the membrane, but it refused to yield. Harder, then, while gently pulling her hips towards him and leaving of the kiss to leave her free to cry or gasp or whatever would help her iin loosing her virginity.

His desire drove him harder while his affection brought self-control, and, suddenly, her maidenhead yielded to him and his cock slid slowly into her sheath, stretching its untested length and diameter.

Edward sighed at the tightness of Marie around him, enveloping his organ and filling him with pleasure. He stroked softly, gradually expanding her to accommodate his massive penis, and ensuring that there would be more pleasure than pain for his sweet Marie. He paused, and looked deep into her eyes before kissing her lips and driving his cock deeper into her.

 

[cemetarygirl]

Marie squealed and squirmed as Edward tore through her maidenhead. All she could think was that he was too big for her and was going to tear her in two. Then suddenly the pain was gone and he was kissing her while he filled her completely.

Not knowing what she should do marie wrapped her arms around him so that her hand s rested palm down against his shoulder blade, holding him close while she returned his kiss. The thought vaguely crossed her mind that she was ruined now. but it wwas quickly dismissed as she felt Edward begin to move inside her body.

She awed by the sensations. each movement bring another snake of pleasure to coil in her belly while she moaned softly beneath her guardian, her lover.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Edward had never felt his organ so tightly enveloped as it now was. Marie's virginal sheath gripped him so forcefully that he hovered in that exquisite realm betwixt pleasure and pain, and the intensity drove his passion beyond reason.

"Marie," he moaned, long and slow, in pace with his ever-deeping penetration of her vagina, his cock slowly filling the whole of her petite abdomen. "Marie," again as he slowly withdrew, and then, suddenly, his back arched upwards and he knelt between her legs. He thrust wildly, tossing her hips and ass into the air with each thrust and letting her fall back down on his cock until her cheeks slapped against his thighs.

He slowed, then, and bent over her with his arms encircling her slender waist, holding her firm on his organ. His lips found her pink nipples and began to suck on each in turn, drawing them in and out of his mouth while his tongue roughly licked at them.

Upright again, and his arms carried her waist up with him. His hips gyrated now as he thrust, twisting and urning his cock inside her, stretching her sheath in every direction and filling her belly with throbbing meat. He looked at her beautiful and youthful face, smiling with a lovingly hungry gleam in his eyes, and lifted her from the waist to toss her torso up for him to kiss her again, hot and wet, on the lips, to probe her mouth with his tongue, as she sat impaled on his hard and pulsing cock.

 

[cemetarygirl]

Marie returned Edward's kiss with fervor as she sacrificed her innocence, and her future, to her hunger for him. Snaking her arms under his and taking hold of his shoulders with her soft slender hands, Marie pushed herself further onto his quivering member and, though her movements were slow and timid, she began to rock her hips. With open eyes she watched for edward's reaction to her. She wanted desperately to return some of the pleasure he was giving her.

"Is this good?" she asked timidly as she broke away from the kiss and bit her lower lip. The sensation was magnificent for her and she hoped it was for him as well.