When Love Rivals Marriage

I had to relieve this tension

- Josephine -

I had to relieve this tension.

I closed my eyes and thought about the last few years. If Aria was right, this wouldn’t be the first enjoyable summer I had had.

I thought about Jack, the stable boy that Aria had mocked me about. She never approved of our relationship. I assured her that we weren’t having s*x, but that didn’t mean we didn’t find pleasure in each other.

I thought about his long red hair and strong arms. How he would grip my breasts over my corset, and would grunt in my mouth when we kissed.

A warmth slowly spread across my body and I allowed my hands to rise up, cupping my breasts and rolling my erect n*****s through my fingers. My legs began to slide up in the bed, and I let out a small whine.

I remembered going to find him in the barn. He shut the door and flung me onto a hay bale as if I weighed nothing.

He lay next to me and took my ankle in his hand, slowly sliding his hand up my leg and beneath my skirts. When he reached my thigh, he leaned in and planted soft kisses on my neck.

My body started to tremble, and I gasped when his hand slid further up passed my stocking, brushing the bare skin of my thigh.

My breasts began to heave over my corset as my breaths became shallow. I leaned towards him, inviting him to kiss me.

I lay in bed, alone with my memories, I allowed my hands to glide down my body to my knees, before sliding one hand up my inner thigh, copying what he had done that day.

He kissed me deeply, filling my mouth with his tongue, and stealing my breath. I was desperate for him to touch me, and he knew it. His fingers dug into my thigh as if he wanted to go higher, but he found the anticipation more exciting.

He pulled back and held my gaze.

“How can I help you my Lady?”

I couldn’t hide my need. I looked at him, hungry for more, my breath was ragged and my lips were swollen from his kiss.

“Please me Jack. I want to feel your fingers inside of me.”

Something flashed across his face and his eyes darkened. He slid his fingers against my cunny, running his fingertips across my folds. I gasped loudly, my fingernails digging into his back. He looked at me and mirrored my open mouth, watching me as the first wave of pleasure ran over me.

I touched myself at the memory, and slid my fingers against my wet folds. I quickly found my c**t and began rubbing it in slow circles, just as he had.

I squirmed beneath his touch. As he gently rubbed my sensitive spot, he returned to my neck and traced kisses down it, moaning against my skin.

“More, I need more.”

He responded by slowly driving his middle finger deep inside of me, causing me to moan. I could feel his swollen member rubbing against my hip as he slowly withdrew his finger and drove it back into me. Then, without warning, he thrust a second finger inside, stretching me deeply. I cried out so loudly that his lips quickly found mine. He was trying to muffle my moans by kissing me.

God it felt so good. Thinking about it, I slid my fingers inside myself and stifled a moan, digging my heels into the bed.

I thrust and withdrew my fingers, steadily increasing my pace. The memories flooded my mind, and I could feel my body start to tense and tremble.

I knew I was close to release. I continued my rhythm with one hand, and reached down and began to circle my c**t with my other hand.

I was groaning deeply. Images of Jack’s muscular chest and thick member were sending me into oblivion.

Suddenly, an unwelcome image crossed my mind.

“Ah! Miss Felton.”

It was Tristan.

I was confused, but I refused to stop. I needed to relax.

Then another image. I thought about his unbutton shirt exposing his collarbones, and I was sure he too had a muscular chest.

“Stop it Josephine.” I said to myself as I chased my release.

Here it was, I was about to come. As my body tensed and my core clenched tightly around my fingers. The final image flashed across my mind. It was Tristan cheekily smiling at me as he sat down at the dinner table.

“Ahhhh”

I cried out as I released and soaked my fingers. I quickly slid them out and sat up in bed. I was panting, frantic and confused.

“What the hell was that?!”