by Jo Briggs
With William’s talk finished with the captain, they were again alone. He stood right behind her, placing his strong arms around her slim waist, as he occasionally pointed out various historic buildings that she did not recognise.
As an enthusiastic reader of English history, especially of the Tudor era, she enjoyed listening to William impressively reel off details of each historical sight as they drifted by, the first being of Kew Gardens and Syon House.
Thoroughly enjoying the closeness of his body pressed into her back, along with the intermittent kissing of her neck and shoulders, caused the next couple of hours to pass by leisurely.
They passed further along under the Twickenham Bridge and into Richmond Lock.
As it was within the high tide timings, the yacht could manoeuvre through the sluice gates unhindered. The yacht glided onwards to Ham House, made famous for being a residence of a titled royalist during the English Civil War, and Marble Hill House, a Georgian building given to mistress by her royal lover. Each house set back on the north and south shore, as the river twists and turns, both perfect examples of lavish architecture from that era. The piece de resistance was the view of Hampton Court Palace, which given the tall height of the yacht was ample to offer Elle with a perfect vantage point of its sprawling gardens and maze.
One of William's friends had a riverside property within the area, which allowed them to moor up securely against a private mooring pier. He employed enough security personnel to divert any unwanted photographic interest that mooring there might attract, as they enjoyed a light lunch up on the upper deck.
As mid-afternoon drew in, they had moved into an open aired seating area, to continue their champagne indulgence. The heady mix of alcohol and want dispelled all hesitancy towards acting on their increasingly amorous make-out session, despite a chance of their privacy being disturbed by one of his crew going about his tasks.
Breathing heavily, as he ended yet another passionate kiss, William grazed his finger over her swollen lips. “I have a sudden need for a nap, care to join me?” He finished the sentence with a wink, as they were both fully aware of what they intended to do next.
Elle nodded.
Slipping his hand in hers, they strolled nonchalantly towards the cabin, both really wanting to run there, but allowing dignity, to rule their heads, for the time being.
With the door shut firmly, they giggled nervously as they threw the propriety, of disappearing in the middle of the afternoon for a quickie, out of the window and removed each other's body of any clothes, and slid beneath the cool sheets of the rich tapestry of Egyptian cotton.
Flesh to flesh, hands and lips started to explore and manoeuvre over each curve and bump of their forms. He thrust deep into her in one powerful stroke, each seeking to quench their thirst for the other, as they become one, soul-to-soul, moving in an animalistic fashion. The mattress creaking beneath them, as the continuous pounding of his hips against hers, shattered the otherwise silent room. His name reverberated around the room, as she plunged off the edge of the building pleasure, allowing the crescendo to ripple over her.
Seduction in the dark
Awakening from a brief slumber, William disclosed the next step in his secret excursions for their holiday.
He was to take her to see a classical showpiece ballet of Onegin at the Royal Ballet in Covent Garden. They had discussed the different ballet performances she had attended in the past, but knew she had never seen this story.
She was thrilled that he remembered, and her joy of this knowledge was written all over her face, as he gazed over at her, which gave a thrilling response to his heartstrings.
As a cautious person, he never imagined he could be this close to falling in love so quickly, but the dominance of his emotions was overpowering every rational argument his cautious mind put forth. Despite the shortness of their relationship, he was burning to ask her to move in with him.
An hour later, Elle stepped out onto the top deck, her dress billowing gently around her legs, as the breeze teased the material. William had been casually drinking from a flute of champagne, when his reaction to seeing her stopped his hand's journey to his mouth halfway through the air.
The effect was clear for all to see. From every pore of his face was written fully of the feelings and admiration he was experiencing, his heart missed a beat, a deep breath taken. She greeted this admiration with a smile, a blush rising from the neckline of her dress to her cheeks.
She had chosen a black dress made of hand embroidered satin crepe fabric embellished with a satin waistband and back detail. It had a ruffled neckline effect that plunged to provide a glimpse of tantalising bronze cleavage.
A sudden swelling developed in his groin area, as William noticed for the first time that her cleavage bore no giveaway white tanning marks; the mere thought of her tanning herself bare-breasted made him feel hot and bothered. He would certainly appreciate the view of a topless Elle, sprawled across his sun deck, as she sun bathed
"Ready?" Elle spoke, breaking his daydream.
"Umm...yep," he said feeling dazed by the interruption of her voice into his thoughts, bringing him back into reality. He resisted the urge to kiss her before they moved down the gangway, as he wanted his erection to lessen as much as possible.
He gestured for her to go in front of him, down the walkway that leads from the boat, onto the pier. A paved pathway led from the private pier, down the sculptured gardens, and to the side of his friend's house, to where a car was waiting. He walked a few steps behind, avoiding any contact with her skin. His driver opened the door for her, allowing her to slide into the back seat before him.
Elle noticed that he kept giving her sly looks as they travelled towards Covent Garden. He appeared more nervous than she had seen him be before.
"Are you ok?" Elle asked, curiously.
Until now, they had managed to keep their relationship low-key in public, using their business contract as an excuse to be seen together on an occasion, but always denying anything personal.
He glanced over at her, his eyes skimming over each feature of her face before going down once more to her cleavage and then back up to her eyes. "Just bit nervous of encountering any paparazzi photographers and your loveliness overpowering their camera and them seeking damages against us." He teased trying to cover the real reason of how much he wanted her right now, and also the nagging thought that he didn't want their night out splashed all over the society pages.
He had experienced harassment before with the press pinpointing his yacht’s movements, and shadowing their course, in order to obtain exclusive photos of guests aboard his boat when rumours were rife with a new love interest, and was fearful of a repeat if the press followed them back to the yacht later.
Elle's musical laughter washed away any negative thoughts he had been having, leaving them to gaze intently at each other for the rest of the journey.
With the vehicle pulled to a stop, they shared a brief kiss before the driver, Edward, opened the door. William slid from the car first. After straightening up, he held out his hand to assist Elle's own exit, as she carefully made sure the long hem of her dress was clear of her heels.
There were plenty of people milling about outside, as they made their way to the entrance of the imposing building named The Royal Opera House, which housed both the Royal Ballet and Opera companies. No one seemed to be paying attention to them, so William began to relax. His hand rested on her exposed back, as they walked up the long spanning stone steps to the building. There was just enough time to buy a programme of the performance, take their seats in the grand tier box before the lights dimmed, and the curtain rose.
The ballet based on the famous poem by Pushkin, with a music score using Tchaikovsky, traces the story of a jaded Russian aristocrat who rebuffs the advances of Tatiana, in favour of a flirtation with Olga, her sister, which leads to a fatal duel with her fiancé, Lensky. Years later, he spies her in a ball in St Petersburg, now married and beautiful,
and hopelessly desires her despite her loyalty to her new husband. Emotions range from passion to rejection to regret as the aristocrat tries to entice Tatiana back under his spell.
As they moved to the grand bar downstairs during the first interval, William noticed a few familiar faces of business acquaintances and their wives; nodding acknowledgements and brief greetings; they were soon seated, and sipping cocktails. They had drawn a lot of admiring looks as they entered; they were undeniably a striking couple, and due to both of their reputations in their business, were well known by sight. William sat as close to her as he could, his hand resting on her lap as he totally immersed himself in looking at her face.
"You have caused quite a stir in that dress," William said.
"Ha, maybe they were glancing at you." She quipped before leaning over and whispering in his ear so only, he could hear. "Your own outfit definitely has my approval, although I look forward to removing it from you slowly later!"
He could not help, but blush at that idea.
They went back to their box before the interval was at an end, wanting to settle in with time to spare, so they could continue to talk in relative privacy about the quality of the music and dance.
As the second act started, and in the dim darkness, William allowed his fingers to tease and caress her inner thighs through the delicate material, starting at her knees and slowly working his way up to the pubic area.
Shy that the occupants of the neighbouring box might see them, Elle moved his hand away, and gave him a forbidding gaze, but William just smiled innocently and returned his hand to his earlier task, after a short interval. She sighed at his persistence, but allowed herself to enjoy the sensations all the same, as his caresses started to quicken in rhythm, her legs parted slightly spontaneously, and her head fell back releasing a soft moan from her throat.
Using access of the high split in the dress, he slipped his hand beneath the dress allowing his fingertips to continue their persuasive stokes through her panties, bringing her slowly to a shuddering climax, causing her to bite in her lower lip to stop herself from announcing her pleasure loudly to people surrounding them.
With her breathing coming less ragged, she allowed herself to lean closer to him and said softly, "you are extremely naughty, Mr. Dexter" and tapped his own thigh with her programme in playful punishment.
Feigning shock, he said, "Miss Benedict, how can you say such a thing?"
Elle did not reply, but placed her own hand high on his leg, her fingers intentionally grazing his nether regions repeatedly until his bulging hardness strained uncomfortably against the material of his suit. As she noted a light gasp of breath escaping his mouth, she ceased touching him. He tried to pull her hand back, as he craved relief to his predicament, but she resisted; casting him a teasing evil grin she left him in no doubt who had won the first round of the game.
He pouted, but they continued through the show with no more distractions.
As the lights came up, he stood and helped her to her feet. Kissing her on the cheek, he whispered good-humouredly, “Looking forward to the next round.”
Laughing, they stepped from the box and out of the building.
This time there were the familiar photographers waiting, a few of them shouting their names, trying to capture their attention. Random flashes of light temporarily dazzling Elle, causing William to tighten his arm around Elle's waist possessively, as he noticed her hesitation. His security manager and two others were waiting at the bottom of the steps, keeping any following photographers at a safe distance, as the couple swiftly strode to their waiting car, a short distance away.
Once safely at the car, William checked she was ok.
Nodding she was; they entered the car and sped back to the boat.
There was already a table laid in their private dining room, waiting for their return. A single stem of her favourite flower stood in the vase, placed on the centre of the small table.
"This is lovely," Elle said, as William pulled back the chair for her.
William had made sure the ship’s kitchen staff had created a choice of her favourite dishes. Dinner passed pleasantly by, the sensual teasing of the ballet still bubbling beneath the surface during the odd moments of banter.
True to her word, she had peeled his evening dress suit from his skin slowly, torturing him with the demand not to touch her in reciprocation, until she gave the word. That word did eventually come, and the rest of the night became a blur of passionate murmurs.
Diesel fumes and new addresses
She awoke to them lying face to face, on their respective pillows; he was watching her intently, deep in thought, as he lazily twisted one of her curls around his index finger. Do I dare to ask her now while she is in bed? Should I wait until a more romantic opportunity? God I just want to get the question out I cannot take the uncertainty swirling through my head a moment longer; he reasoned with himself.
"Elle, you have spellbound me. I love…love... I love you." He blurted out.
Elle slid her arms around William's neck, pulling him in for a kiss. "I love you too, Will." She replied breathless, her eyes were wide with the astonishment at his sudden declaration, although pleased that he had said it.
They had continued to kiss deeply for several minutes, before he broke away from her slightly, his body half on top of hers. "I want to wake up beside you every day and be able to kiss you like this: Move in with me."
Elle’s eyes were glazed over with the heightened passion their kissing had invoked "Oh Will, Yes, yes; I would love to."
Sliding her hands back up his arms, and onto his bare shoulders, her fingertips began to trace the outline of his collarbone, and downwards to his rippling abdominal muscles, rubbing her fingers over the small tufts of wiry chest hair.
William moaned slightly at her caressing, leaning into kiss her once more, and allowing his naked upper body to rub itself against her breasts, her nipples hardening in response.
They kissed eagerly, a fervent heat building slowly between them. William pulled away first, panting as he started to slide her negligee straps down her arms, so he could free her breasts.
He moved down the bed slightly, as he began tracing the outer edge of her nipples with his tongue, before taking their perkiness in his mouth.
Elle arched her back, pushing herself against him harder; a shallow gasp of breath exhaled from her. Her own hands were soon engaged, running gently over his back and neck. Her eyes were closed as she enjoyed the emotion he caused, as it ran through her body whenever he touched her like this.
He kissed downwards from her cleavage to her flat belly, one hand remaining on her breasts, squeezing each of them gently as he kissed and licked at her soft skin as he wandered lower.
His other hand paused to part her legs, allowing his sliding body between them, as his tongue and fingers continued on their slow journey over her yielding flesh, until they reached their destination, where the top of her thighs met. His erection hardened further at the sight of her swollen folds glistening with her dewy arousal, probing his tongue in and out of her entrance, he felt her respond with a shuddering moan.
As he continued to lap at her swollen clit, her hands ran through his curly hair, pressing his head closer to her apex to enhance the exhilaration.
Egged on by the sounds escaping her throat, he continued on, teasing and rubbing, causing her to writhe desperately against his touch until she came explosively.
William slid off her, lying on his side, his head propped up by an arm watching her descend from her pinnacle of orgasm.
A satisfied smile across her face, Elle knelt down to the side of him and reached for his long shaft standing to attention between them. Enjoying the feel of his thick girth in her palm, she massaged it up and down, before tilting her head and taking the tip into her mouth and tasting the pre-cum liquid that had escaped.
Overcome with this sensation of her hand stroking his cock and balls, he fell on to his back and closed his eyes, rumbling
laments loud with excitement as he revelled in the pleasure she was creating; the pressure building until he thought he was going to erupt in her mouth.
In one fluid motion, he pushed her back onto the mattress and placed himself entirely on top of her. He buried his face against her neck and plunged his aching erection into her tight core, eager to repeat last night's mating ritual.
Their rhythm started at a slow, controlled pace but became increasingly wild as their passion mounted, neither noticing the headboard slamming against the wall, repeatedly in a tell-tale way.
Elle was clinging breathlessly to William, as she reached another peak. William was carefully holding on tight to his release, to prolong her pleasure for as long as he could muster, but it was becoming increasingly unbearable not to give into the urge.
Stilling his thrusts to calm his ardour, he pulled out from her tight warmth and started to manoeuvre her into a different position. Her round arse cheeks raised up as her head leaned downwards, his hips poised behind her as his erection rubbed against her swollen cleft teasingly.
He leaned over and pressed his mouth on her back before entering her wetness again, his hips eagerly starting their rocking motion. This new position enabling him better access to slide even deeper within her molten fire.
Gripping her hips, eyes closed, he pounded away as they both floated away as the same headboard noises proceeded to echo in the hallway.
Satiated enough, William released Elle long enough for her to slip from their large bed, and peer out of one of the porthole windows in the cabin.
Letting out an excited exclamation, Elle turned to the half-snoozing William and pulled on his exposed toes to catch his attention. “Have we moved across the sea? This certainly does not look like England anymore.”
Through the porthole, she could see they were moored in a marina that seemed to go on forever, with a massive selection of other yachts and boats of varying size.