The Golden Desires (17 page)

As
if she had sent the thought directly to him, she heard his voice then.

"You
are thinking about pleasurable things, I think."

She
was startled but when she opened her eyes and saw him at the edge of the pool
the feeling was replaced by happiness and eagerness to see him.

Trent
had watched her for several minutes, looking at
her face and the serenity of it, combined with a slight blush that he thought
might mean she was thinking about their time together.

Now
she smiled at him and he found himself needing to be closer to her. He removed
his shoes and shirt and walked into the pool, and directly over to her. He was
in front of her, kissing her, but she moved the both of them so that he was
sitting on the submerged ledge and she was in front of him. As if it were the
most natural thing in the world for her to do, she straddled him and put her
arms around him to kiss him deeply, making him moan even though he wanted to be
silent, being outdoors.

They
both broke apart and looked around before she felt his fingers find their way
under the water, reaching up under the hem of her dress and start to stroke her
as he had done that morning. She did not try and stop him - she had no desire
whatever
to
stop him. Instead she just kissed him again while
she was taken to that place once more where she felt herself rising and then
give way to incredible release.

He
watched her face as she sat slightly apart from him and soon he felt her hand
reach down under the water, caressing him through his pants.

"Can
we?" she asked simply, as if reading his exact thoughts of that moment.

Subtly
he reached down and slid down the top of his trousers, just enough to set
himself free, and then he pulled her to him and saw her eyes change in her
level of desire as she realized they
could
actually join even under the
water.

It
took some minor movements and adjustment for both of them but then she was
moving down on him, her movements subtle so that if anyone appeared in the
area, it would not be too obvious what they were doing.

Trent
alternated between kissing her lips, kissing her
neck, and watching her face. Her expressions were astounding to watch and that,
combined with the exquisite feeling of her body moving up and down on him, and
the warmth of the water around him, resulted in him reaching his final point,
forgetting for the moment to be quiet.

Suddenly
he heard her giggle, and when he opened his eyes he saw her looking around,
checking that no-one else was around.

"You
must not be so loud," she whispered into his ear with extreme amusement
evident in her voice, and he held her tight as he laughed softly.

"Yes.
You just looked so beautiful," he said and she kissed him in happiness.

After
a long time of kissing, she edged off him so he could resurrect his clothing
under the water and then she straddled him once again.

"You
went to the mill with
Adrian
?"

"Yes,
I visited and watched different people doing different jobs, but they do not
need me there now. I shall return tomorrow after breakfast and help then."

"So
we have the rest of the day to spend together?" she asked and for a moment
he wondered how much his body could take in one day, as he looked at her face.

Isabella
saw him laugh at her, and the sight made her laugh with him.

"What
did you have in mind?"

"We
have not yet been in our home."

Trent
took a moment to think about that. He had never
owned a home as it was always out of his reach financially, with the high
living life he had chosen for himself. To think that these people simply lived
in homes for the duration of their lives and then they were handed to someone
else once empty, without any consideration for anything financial, was
astounding to him. And yet it obviously worked.

"Alright,
Isabella. Let us get out and sit in the sun for a while to dry out and then we
shall go and make ourselves at home."

~~~~~

Isabella
approached the door tentatively, as if it did not feel right to be entering the
home. She had known the previous occupants - an elderly couple who had always
been there since she had been born, but had left this world over a year ago.

She
felt
Trent
come up behind her and reach around, placing his
hand over hers to show his support, but waiting until she felt ready. Finally
she found the strength and opened the door.

Walking
inside,
Trent
again appreciated how simply the people of the
village lived. Not needing to eat in their homes, the structure seemed
primarily made to house a small table, a few chairs, and two tiny rooms, each
with a bed in it. They did not seem to need or wish for anything more, and he found
that he was in awe that it was possible for people to live with so little, and
yet so much of the population of the world he had come from always simply
needed …
more
.

Isabella
closed the door after them and looked at his face to see how he was feeling.
She knew nothing of the world he had come from so did not know how he would
find their home.

She
needn't have worried as when once alone again, he pulled her into his arms and
kissed her, not intending it to be a precursor to lovemaking but simply out of
the strength of emotion he was feeling.

"Isabella,
this is perfect for you, and for me, and for our children," he said to
her, truly believing the words to be true in his overwhelming emotion.
"Nothing could be
more
perfect."

She
let herself melt against him, a smile forming on her face before she reached up
and placed her lips on his again, making Trent groan in wonder of her
eagerness, considering she was someone who before 24 hours ago, had never known
the pleasures of sex and physical intimacy.

"It
may take some time before a child is within me," she said demurely, making
his heart ache at the sight and sound of her, and he saw her hand take his in
hers as she started to lead him toward the bed. "We must keep practicing,
must we not?"

He
found himself smiling shyly at her as he listened to her speak. He could not
put his finger on what it was about her, but it was like she knew how to affect
him directly at his core, even without any outside influence that the world he
had come from provided. It was like a natural instinct inside of her … the way
she moved, the way she looked at him, and the way she kissed him.

Now
he walked with her as she stepped backwards to the edge of the bed, and as he
stood with her there, he put his arms around her and nudged her so that she moved
back and was then lying on the bed, instinctively wrapping her legs around his
hips and holding him firmly in her arms. He had not intended on becoming so
aroused again so soon after their time in the pool but his body was screaming
at him that it still seemingly had not had enough of her, and he felt his pants
become taut once more.

Isabella
enjoyed the weight of him on top of her, his body starting to rock back and
forth as they kissed deeply. She felt in her a deep and growing hunger to be
closer to him and thoughts of the outside world were once again completely discarded
as her mind closed and all she could sense, feel and think about were the feelings
he was invoking in her.

He
revelled in the feelings that passed between them and once more he was confused
by how he - someone who had so much sexual experience - could never have felt
when he had been with other women, like he did when he was with her.

He
let himself settle, wrapped around her, while he absorbed the feeling of a
sense of urgency falling over him. Unable to hold back, he stood up and removed
his clothing quickly before returning to her and pushing her slip dress up and
over her head, leaving her naked before him. Again he took in the sight before
him, wondering at how beautiful the natural state of her body was, compared to
others he had been with who worked so hard to be anything
but
natural.

Isabella
pushed him gently onto his back beside her and knelt beside him, looking down
and along the length of his body. Everywhere she looked, from his head to his
toes and back again,
Trent
trailed her eyes and found himself feeling
incredibly vulnerable then … and so
open
to her. Seeing her looking at him
- really looking at him, without any diversion to anything else, made him feel
drawn into her, liked seeing the expressions on her face were something new and
never before seen by him. He couldn't remember when he had felt like anyone had
really looked at him like that.

As
he kept looking at her, she started a new journey of her own, bringing up her
hands and running them over his arms, shoulders and chest. He lay still, as if
in a spell, watching her eyes as they moved along with her hands, touching him
and caressing him as they explored.

Isabella
looked into his eyes to make sure her desire to explore his body was acceptable
but when she looked at him she saw only acceptance and a peaceful calm over him.
She moved closer and bent her head to kiss his lips softly before sitting up
again and resuming her exploration, moving her hands down over his chest and
enjoying the feeling of his belly, currently slightly sunken due to his extreme
recent weight loss, but she looked forward to seeing him build and fill out
here as his appetite increased.

From
there she moved over and past his most intimate area and down to his feet,
touching each one lightly and making him jolt away from her fingertips as he
felt himself ticklish, making her laugh softly at him.

He
lay back and felt her hands start to stroke his legs - shins, knees and up to
his thighs. He made no move to hide his arousal at all but she didn't seem
embarrassed about him being in that state at all.

"Turn
over," she whispered and he negotiated how he could comfortably do that
being so aroused as he was, but found a half-turned position that presented his
back to her, and immediately felt her hands moving over his calves, thighs, and
up over his buttocks and finally his back and shoulders. The next thing he felt
was her kissing the back of his neck softly, just below his hairline, and he
found himself moaning at the sensation.

Under
him he was stretched, hard and taut, desiring her but not wanting to interrupt
her journey of exploration, so hearing her again telling him to turn over once
more was welcome to him, as was feeling her move over him and lie down along
the entire length of him to indulge in kissing him.

Trent
wrapped his arms around her and secured her head
down with one hand to keep their lips together as he devoured her tongue with
his. The sound of her groaning out loud into his mouth was followed by her
moving her body so that she took him inside of her and he immediately felt like
he would never find anything so perfect in his life as he felt at that moment.
He didn't know where her instinct for it came from, but he could not doubt that
in every way it felt like they were made to fit together.

He
lay still and let her move as she felt she needed to, and finding her way to
letting pleasure work into her from the way she was moving, Isabella discovered
a new way to reach that same point he had previously taken her to, and Trent
felt and heard her climax as she was rubbing against him while he was deep
inside her. The sensation of her self-induced pleasure was exquisite and
immediately resulted in the same reaction in him, plunging up into her as her
muscles were still clenching around him.

They
lay together - her on top of him - and neither moved for some time, both
feeling blissfully sated for the moment, and he kissed her passionately before
she laughed softly.

"I
think we can do this all day and all night," she said and he laughed in
response to her enthusiasm.

"People
might miss you if you hide away with me all day and all night."

She
smiled at him then, the most brilliant smile.

"Yes,
you are right," she said with a clear look of amusement on her face, and
looked thoughtful before continuing. "Only nights then."

Trent
moaned at the thought - both for the
consideration of how he had been eager to rest his body and let it recuperate
from the long journey to this foreign but magical place, and for the desire he
felt for the idea, liking it very much.

Isabella
pulled off him and cuddled into him, letting out a sigh of contentment, inspiring
him to turn and look at her. As he did so he became aware that he could now see
a glow appearing on her lower belly. He pulled away from her, thinking that he
must be seeing things, but when he turned toward her once more and looked more
closely, the golden glow was still visible, and growing stronger.

"What
is it,
Trent
?" she asked him, seemingly oblivious to
whatever was happening inside of her. "You look worried."