With My Body

by Jo Briggs

  “Mrs. Button is considerably more than a housekeeper, much like a beloved family friend. I have known her since I was seven,” he explained, as he ushered Elle into a large room, with high ceilings and decorative cornicing, that was bedecked with modern furniture. “I hope you are hungry, Miss Benedict.” He took her hand, and guided her into another adjoining room that appeared to be a second reception room, then into a small corridor before finally entering another room.

  “Ravenous,” Elle laughed, thinking of another form of hunger entirely.

  The room continued the theme of high ceilings and cornicing features, alongside dark wooden floorboards complemented by neutral walls and focal wallpaper patterns. Along two of the walls were two pale-blue chateau French designed sideboards, adorned with freshly arranged flowers. Double doors opened outward, into the garden with sheer voile curtains, flickering in the early evening spring breeze. Just beyond the double door, into the patio area, was a small circular table laid for two, with a bottle of champagne cooling in the ice bucket beside the table.

  It was a cloudless, starry night, so William had wanted them surrounded by the aromas of the garden, as they ate beneath the twinkling beauty of the night sky. Despite being late April, there was still a slight bite to the evening air, so both of the tall patio heaters were placed nearby to keep his special guest warm.

  Spotting the champagne cooler, Elle quirked her eyebrow teasingly in William’s direction, “Another bottle of champagne, Mr. Dexter?”

  “Indeed, Miss Benedict. I have much to celebrate of late.” He responded, raising her hand he still held within his own, and placed a light kiss on the back of it.

  Elle's cheeks coloured at his intended implication that his recent moments with her were what he wished to celebrate.

  “This is an exquisite location, William,” Elle said, gesturing to the sumptuous table setting. “I love the ambience of the lights.” She was in awe at the tiny fairy lights weaved into the trees scattered around the garden, bouncing off reflective surfaces, into a glistening dazzle of romantic vibes.

  The evening progressed smoothly, as each of them began to speak without restraint under the relaxed atmosphere, and shared more of their past. William talked about how he lost his mother as a young boy, when she developed septicaemia from an undiagnosed miscarriage, and then his father to cancer five years ago. Elle divulged about her tenuous relationship with both her parents, who were more interested in their careers than taking on their parental responsibilities.

  The harsh, emotional depths that the topic of her parents evoked, dampened the earlier light-heartedness of the evening, prompting Elle to drink more champagne than she would normally do. The excess alcohol acting as a springboard, blasting off any final inhibitions from her mind, she felt caused the earlier heated kisses to progress further than they had.

  With their leftovers and coffee cleared away, and Mrs. Button relaxing in her quarters for the rest of the evening, Elle took the momentous decision to place her body in the lap of a surprised William, and proceeded to reignite their earlier tongue dance.

  As the heat between them ratcheted itself up to volcanic eruption status, William suggested they retired to the private cosiness of the library. It was his favourite room of the house, and he had yet to show it to her. He would have taken her straight up to the soft comfort of his bedroom, but he thought that might send her running, and he wanted to savour this uninhibited Elle for as long as possible.

  He closed the door to the library behind them firmly, and pulled her towards him. “Now, where were we?” He said, pressing his lips to hers, his hands placed on her hips, drawing her as close against him as their bodies would allow.

  As their tongues teased each other, he shifted their position, her back against the upper part of the door. His palms sliding up from her hips, and onto her breasts as, he began to circle each palm in a circular motion over the protruding nipples through her dress. Elle let out a gasp, as the tingling that his touch induced began to spread through her, arching her back in response.

  “Mmm, do you like that?” He whispered, as he moved his mouth to behind her ear, before nibbling on her lobe.

  “Oh yes.” Her rising longing driving the urgency she felt to touch him in return. Impatiently, she pulled out the neatly tucked shirttails from his waistband, ripping the buttons off their threads, as she parted the material to touch the washboard stomach hidden below. She leaned over and pressed her lips to his exposed chest.

  Stunned by this different side to Elle, he felt torn between feeling utterly turned on, and concerned whether she might regret things once the alcohol dispersed from her veins. “Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked prudently.

  “Yes, I want to do this.” She spoke with such conviction, backing up her words with more amorous activity; he allowed himself to put his slight apprehension to one side.

  He slid his hands around her back, and down to cup her soft arse, moulding her to him, as he ground his building erection against her lower body. “Wrap your legs around me,” William instructed gutturally. His hands acting as support under her bottom, and the light pressure of her back still against the door, she obliged him instinctively.

  Capturing her lips once more, he carried her effortlessly over to the leather sofa, and placed her, lying down, on the plump cushions. Moving to hover over her, one knee on the cushion between her thighs, as his other leg levered support on the floor, allowing his hands easy access to her apex.

  All the while keeping eye contact, he pushed her dress up to her waist. His fingers pulled at the thin elastic holding up her thong, sliding the crotch area off to one side before probing inside to seek out the hidden pulsating clit. As his fingertips made contact, Elle emitted a soft murmur of his name, lifting her hips upwards greedily, as they swirled around the nub of flesh.

  “Elle,” The desperate sound of her name vibrated from his chest, as her hand caught him unaware, as it skimmed over his erection, massaging it gently as she cupped it.

  Feeling his need, she moved her hand to the waistband, and began to unzip his trousers, freeing his bulging boxer shorts, “Jesus.” There was a desperate breathlessness to his voice, as she pulled the trousers roughly over his hips, the release of pressure nearly causing him to spill there and then.

  He hungrily pushed her back against the cushion with the bulk of his body, as his mouth explored her feverishly, an urgency of primal need sparking violently between them.

  Sliding down her body, he dragged himself to a standing position, taking her thong with him. Casting the offending item aside, he stepped out of trousers, flinging them carelessly over the nearby footrest cushion. Coming back, he lifted her into his arms once more, as she hooked her legs over his hips so as he sat down on the sofa her was facing him.

  As she shifted in his lap, placing a leg either side of him, the friction of his raging hardness rubbed torturously against the soft folds of her entrance. “Do you have any idea what you are doing to me?” He groaned, burying his face in her hair before reclaiming her lips.

  “Show me,” she pleaded, a low moan escaping her throat.

  Lifting herself off the sofa, Elle impatiently pulled at his boxers, her hands gliding over his firm bottom, as the material eased down his legs. Her eyes drank in the sight of his naked girth, with a look of eager anticipation.

  Reaching for her again, William pulled her back onto his lap, her legs either side of him as his hands rested on her hips, as he bent his head down to nuzzle the curved length of her neck with his mouth. Lifting his caressing mouth from her collarbone, his hands began to wander up past her ribs to her breasts, teasing the nipples beneath the dress material and bra with his fingers, causing breathy gasps of pleasure to escape her lips.

  Her eager hips rotated rhythmically against his groin, to ease the building pressure on her swollen clitoris where her heated blood was pooling, as his lips moved to suck her now painful hardened nipples, first left then right.

  Moving o
ne of his hands on to her hips to still her flexing pelvis, he spoke huskily, “Let’s get this off you, before I rip it off.” Bringing his other hand down to her other hip, he gathered the material upwards before tugging it swiftly above her head. Her eyes widened with heightened yearning, as she kept eye contact with him, bending her elbows back to unhook her bra. At the sight of her pert mounds springing free, William exhaled a sharp breath, and leant closer to recommence caressing them, causing Elle to tilt her head backwards, as she revelled in the tingle of pleasure, his touch created deep within her core.

  “So beautiful,” he murmured, as he twirled his tongue and nipped at her nipples softly with his teeth. His hands roamed south to the apex of her thighs, sliding two fingers deep within her before pulling them in and out in a sensuous rhythm, triggering a loud cry of joy from her mouth.

  “Please William,” she begged

  “Please what?”

  “Please fuck me.”

  The utterance was his undoing; he poised her more central in his lap as he guided her downward onto his shaft, her muscles contracting around his length, filling her perfectly. Unable to wait any longer, he cupped under her bottom and plunged upwards into her wet warmth, as she began moving downwards. Their rhythm soon matched intuitively, as they kissed and stroked each other throughout, her climax building relentless and fast, she cried for him to thrust harder.

  So turned on by her responsiveness, he pounded on and on, eking out every moment of her climax. Her inner walls quivered against him, until he could not hold on any longer, crying her name, muffling the volume, as he rested his head into her neck.

  Breathless, they both knew they had not experienced anything quite that powerful before, and it marked the beginning of something that neither of them could resist.r

  Sightseeing

  May 2002

  Elle was the first to stir; a silly grin on her face, as she thought about the enjoyable way her and William had completed their evening last night. Every available night, since Netherfields had been spent together making love, before they drifted off to sleep, in either London or Derbyshire.

  They had been dating for two months, but their relationship had been moving at lightning pace, and he had surprised her, just a few days ago, with an invitation to go with him on holiday.

  She turned on her side, her hand supporting her head, as she watched a still sleeping William beside her; her fingers of her other hand crept up to his face, as she traced the outline of his lips with their tips.

  His lips moved into a slight smile. "Good morning," he murmured. His eyes were still half shut, as his hand caught her fingers in his grasp, before they made their escape. He pressed them up to his mouth once more; then his tongue and lips clamped around them provocatively, sucking them for a moment. "Ohh…" a small whimper escaped Elle's lips.

  William’s eyes opened fully open now. "Well, Miss Benedict, I hope you are ready for our little adventure." He leaned over and kissed her tenderly, before rising from the rumpled sheets. "Ideally we need to leave in 45 minutes."

  All William had told her of their destination was that she would need a varied range of clothing, from bikinis and shorts, to eveningwear.

  True to their plans, each with a large suitcase in the boot of his car, they departed down the drive. William had arranged for Edward to take them so the car would return to the house for the duration of their absence.

  When the first mystery destination was close by, William turned to Elle, and persuaded her to don a blindfold, so not to spoil the surprise. As they arrived, William helped her from the car, and guided her to the next mode of transport: his own helicopter.

  He had purchased it only recently, after finding out from Cate, through his brother, Evan, that Elle had never experienced a ride in one. With her appreciation of nature and sprawling landscapes, he knew she would like the glorious views that the English countryside had to offer from the air.

  Once he had her safely belted into a seat, he removed the blindfold to await her response. It took her a few moments to adjust her vision to the light at first; she looked around in awe, her face displaying a nervous grin. The interior was made up of five large, white leather, armchair styled chairs set against black-and-white leather bound internal framework. It spoke of expense, and opulence.

  "Wow, this is wonderful, Will." She leaned forward, as much as her seat belt would allow, as she peered out of the small window.

  The blades began whirring around noisily on the top of the magnificent machine, as they began to lift off the helipad.

  Reaching for a headset behind her head, William said, "Put these on, to protect your ears from the noise."

  She spent most of the trip looking back and forth, from the window to William, as he pointed out varying points of interest, in the distance. She felt like a child experiencing something for the first time, as she drank in the views, enjoying the vast changes in landscapes as they left Derbyshire, and moved south across Warwickshire, Oxfordshire and Berkshire.

  The River Thames would serve as their guide for the rest of the way through to their final point in central London. They finally landed, just under an hour or so later, at a helipad within the borough of Battersea.

  As they stepped a safe distance away from the helicopter, as it set off once more, Elle pressed herself into him, her hands running over his muscular chest thoughtfully. "Thank you; this has been the perfect start to my day." Her lashes fluttered shyly, as she gazed up at the man with whom she was fast falling in love. She was thrilled; he went to the trouble of doing something different from just travelling down by car.

  "You are most welcome," He spoke softly, his hot breath on her face, as the electricity sparked between them once again.

  Taking her hand, William led her to a waiting vehicle. "Come, let’s head off to my next surprise."

  The drive from the helipad in Battersea, into an exclusive marina harbour complex, would have taken a few minutes except for the slow-moving city traffic, but Elle did not notice, as she was too absorbed in snuggling up to William, as she showered him with spontaneous kisses of gratitude.

  The next surprise was what could only be described as a super yacht, moored in a secure section of the marina pier. "I thought you would enjoy a scenic cruise on the water before we headed to a final destination,” He explained.

  Elle was certainly glad she had heeded his instructions to wear flats, and not the heels, as he ushered her up the gang walk and onto the deck. She had been on plenty of yachts before, at high-society parties, but this was beyond anything she had experienced before.

  It was triple decked from the exterior perspective, above the water line with one more deck below it. The roof of the top level acted as a sun deck at one end of the boat with a jacuzzi, as the other end formed a helipad platform. The upper deck itself had a bar and gallery area, an outside eating space, a gym, large sized master stateroom, Captains Bridge and cabin. The middle deck offered a large dining room, a smaller gallery room, a cinema and massage room. The lower deck comprised of an indoor pool and seven guest staterooms, with further crew quarters lying in the bottom deck, alongside an engine room.

  There were several crew members milling about, as William took her down below to the owners' cabin. He acknowledged each of his crew in a friendly manner, using each of their first names in greeting, introducing Elle as he went.

  "Is this all yours?" She asked incredulously.

  Slightly embarrassed, he nodded. "It’s convenient for getting away from it all, when you can just anchor off a beautiful island."

  Inside the master cabin was a generous king-sized bed, a long wall of fitted wardrobes, large flat screen TV upon the wall and two elegantly upholstered armchairs. "Something for a special lady," William reached for a box-shaped item, wrapped in what Elle determined to be velvet, and handed it to her shyly.

  She granted him a heart-stopping smile, as she accepted the gift into her hands. Nervously, she opened it, as she felt his expectant gaze watch
ing her. Her eyes fell upon an intricate designed bracelet, made of white gold encrusted with emeralds with one single diamond in the middle of all the green laying on the white silk lining.

  "I thought it matched perfectly with your eyes.” His voice was tender with the overpowering emotion he felt for her. He took the bracelet out of the box, and placed it around her wrist, kissing the inside of the wrist once finished.

  She affectionately touched the side of his cheek, caressing the slightly stubbly jaw line. "It seems I will be saying thanks to you a lot today." She laughed. "You have been so generous already."

  His lips met hers in reply, soft at first then firmer as their ardour began to bubble beneath the surface once more. "You had better become accustomed to it as I intend never to stop buying you things." His voice was hoarse.

  Leaving the cabin behind, he took her back up to the sun deck, where there was a newly opened bottle of Bollinger waiting in an ice bucket. His crew had discreetly disappeared as soon as the couple stepped onto the decked area. Filling two champagne flutes, he handed her one; clinking their glasses together they shared a quiet moment leaning against the balustrade, Elle mesmerised by the swirling water around them.

  A gentleman clad in an immaculately pressed uniform entered the deck area, and attracted William's conversation with a slight cough. "Ahh, Dexter, we are ready to cast off, if you are happy to go ahead."

  William straightened up, and went to shake the hands of the man. "Yes, of course, go ahead, Marcus." William gestured to Elle as he continued to converse with the man. "Let me introduce our captain, Marcus Knightley. This is my girlfriend, Elle Benedict."

  Elle stepped forward, smiling her acknowledgement.

  With the cast off done, the ship gently sailed away from the marina, and into the main waterway, heading towards Putney, where the starting line of the famous boat race begins each year, between the rivals teams from Oxford and Cambridge Universities.