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For long quiet moments they watched the rest of the party ride away, disappearing into the distance. The fact they were alone in the forest wouldn’t remain private, but Esme didn’t care what the gossips said.
When they were finally gone from sight they both moved back under the tree. Esme leaned against it, and Ulrich rested his head in her lap. She sifted her fingers through Ulrich’s blond hair, marveling at how much the texture reminded her of Eric.
“He’s a fine boy, Esme. He has fear but within limits. I’m glad you didn’t coddle him.”
“How could I?” she asked with a smile. “It would have been like trying to coddle you!” It was an accurate statement.
“I could think of a few times when you could take me into it.”
She slipped down further, curious. “Tell me when and how?”
Ulrich grinned at the subject change.
“I’ve always imagined swimming with you, yet you say the water’s too cold.”
“Ah, yes. Did you think it would have been a good idea with Eric here?”
He glanced at her quickly and nodded, obviously understanding their play could have gotten out of control.
“However, now that we’re alone, if you’d be so kind as to unlace me, sir, I’d love to swim.”
She turned away, presenting him with her back. His large fingers fumbled with the laces. Before she could move away, he drew the top of her gown off her shoulders, exposing her breasts and turning her to his lips. She sighed and held his head to her breast as he pulled her skirt up, finding her under layers of material. With a deep groan, he bunched the cloth toward her waist to gain access. Only after pulling her undergarments away did he return to her breast, stroking her with his hand. Esme ground her pussy over his hand, making it her tool instead of his.
Ulrich hadn’t been a saint since their last meeting, and he’d enjoyed himself on occasion with a willing maid. But none of them ever truly let go with him, didn’t truly trust him with way Esmeralda did. She allowed him to dominate her body and soul freely, in turn making him more excited than he could remember.
Her lips parted, her mouth dropping open. When he slipped a finger inside her, a small groan of delight worked its way through her. His mouth anchored at her nipple. He brought her to the edge than pulled back several times before letting her fall safely into his waiting arms, her release leaving her breathless.
“Ulrich, how I’ve missed you.”
“Come, Esme. Let’s swim in the heat of the day.” He knew she wanted to hear he’d missed her too, but couldn’t say the words aloud. Knew if he did, his future would be sealed.
He couldn’t let that happen, no matter how much he loved her. He’d accepted the fact that he’d fallen in love with her years before but he refused to believe he’d be content to stay on land and be a husband, even for Esme. He’d give her what he could, a few hours where he’d make her feel alive, and in those same hours he’d take what memories he could, knowing they’d have to last him a lifetime.
It was easy to lift her over him in the water, to let her body float above him while he was buried deep within her. The position left his hands free to fondle her breasts, her nipples now hard raspberries from the cold. He was able to suckle her and impale her at the same time, which he did, much to her delight and his. She was still so tight around him, encasing him with her body.
Later, they lay under the tree, slowly making love a second time. When the sun lowered in the sky, they knew it was time to leave. Begrudgingly, he helped to lace her gown, the process taking much longer than it normally would have. Neither cared. Ulrich mounted his horse and settled her in front of him. Esme reached around and managed to free him from his trousers, hr hand smoothing over him in rhythmic motions.
“If you keep that up, Esme, we’ll not get back to the castle tonight.” He pressed his lips to her neck, his tongue riding over the scar, now just a thin line, where he chain had been pulled from her neck. He’d taken off the charm before arriving at Handrian. It was his original intent to see it returned to her, but he had kept it as a talisman for himself all these years, Esme never far from his heart or his mind.
His thoughts were altered when she shifted, the horse stamping his foot in annoyance. Only after she’d arranged her gown over his legs did Esme rise higher, slipping Ulrich’s erection inside her. She sat slightly tilted forward, and his left hand gripped both sets of reins, his right around her waist, holding her tight to him, letting the horse’s movements do all their work.
Their lazy ride toward town was anything but, and he knew her hip movements would end their journey soon, so he moved his hand to her breast, clamping over her, wanting the feel of him tightly encasing her. Their ride turned into a sensory exercise in control until they were nearing the populated area when he knew they’d have to separate. Reluctantly, he used muscle control to move inside her and to finish them both.
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