Anne Turned To Look At Elayne, A Sincere Smile Taking Hold Of Her Features. There Were Certainly Worse

Anne turned to look at Elayne, a sincere smile taking hold of her features. There were certainly worse people to be trapped in the rain with, and she found that this wasn’t an entirely horrible situation. If not for the rain, Anne might never have had the opportunity to speak with her otherwise.

“Unfortunately, I’m more worried about the trouble that might occur from my lack of presence.” She could only imagine what sort of shenanigans Frances and her sisters would get into if their governess was gone for too long. “But perhaps this is the universe’s way of telling me to slow down and smell the roses. The tragically soaked roses.”

She was glad that the person who was to share this gazebo with her during the downpour of rain was one that she could see was tolerable. She was lovely and Elayne had seen Anne Wynter many times before although the two had never been properly introduced.

"I do think it is unfortunate, however I think that..." She tested the thought of what might this girl think were she to let out the thoughts that were there at the front of her mind. "...I think that we could very well take advantage of this opportunity. No one is about to get us into trouble."

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His moans of delight make her grin and her pace quickens just a bit more. Her prior experiences had all felt very one-sided. She was used to achieve a goal and her desires were never encouraged. She had never managed to reach climax the way George had, and it had never seemed fair to her. But with John, it didn't feel one-sided. She wanted to please him, to make him feel powerful and loved. It didn't matter if he had no intentions to reciprocate such actions, not when the moans from his lips sounded so sweet.

I trust you. It's not quite the dirty talk that she was used to, but it does more to arouse her than any of George's explicit comments. What was more risky than trusting another person? What was more dangerous than giving your body, mind, and soul in the hands of someone else?

She moves closer, still on her knees as he leans back. It was strange seeing him so vulnerable, so willing to give himself to her out of sheer desire. It made her heart skip a beat and the wave of heat spread further down, down, down until it was practically dripping down her thigh.

"Why did you marry me, John?" Her voice was low and breathy as she leaned closer, hand still stroking him with a steady rhythm. It was not the question she had expected to tumble from her lips, and yet its the one that fills the air as she lowers her head closer to his length in her hand, her breath hot against the skin of his erection. "Tell me what you like about me."

In the times before there was always an unspoken judgement with seeking monetary pleasure. He'd managed to keep his senses during his trips to Holy Ground only because it was fear, panic persuading him to go at all; most times he expected it to be his last visit, and then the strings of fate would unravel further and he'd find himself back in the very same worn canvas tents weeks later.

He didn't feel ashamed this time though, not with Anne knelt before him. It was a different kind of want, a different kind of understanding now that she could so clearly see her affect on him.

He wanted to feel her, needed to feel her, yet when she wrapped a delicate hand around his length, any inclinations were lost, his only focus on the cord of pleasure snaking up his spine as she made use of the precum leaking from his cock, her hand quickly sodden as she stroked him.

"Is this okay?"

"Mhm," his eyes were closed, his breathing haphazard as he fought to find his words.

"Tell me if I do anything you don't like."

Her lips dotted kisses on his thighs and he groaned, utterly lost to her touch; slowly falling to lay on his back on the bedding, he surrendered to her.

"I trust you," spoken clearly before his voice fell apart at another wave of pleasure, moaning her name, "Anne... "

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“It’s so strange. I’ve never felt so peaceful, before.” - from Thomas (@setauketloyalties)

"You find peace strange?" Curiously, Anne eyed him, searching his features for any sign of deception. When she couldn't seem to locate any sense of jest, she sighed, nodding along with his sentiment. She knew all too well how foreign a single moment of peace could be. Most of her time was spent around three young girls, so serenity was hardly ever an option and, when it was, it was short-lived. But it was different for men. Or at least she thought it was. "Well, I'm glad I was to help offer at least a sliver of peace. As fleeting as it might be."