The Golden Desires

by Pratley, Ann M

  Trent watched her face as she said the words, and wondered at his decision to have taken sex so lightly in his life before this moment. He could not remember that he had ever before been with a woman for her first time - and the fact that he could not remember distressed him.

  He went to move, suddenly aware that his weight was on her, but she only held him closer.

  "Please don't go yet. Can we stay like this for longer? It feels nice," she said with an intense blush on her face that made his heart melt for her. "Having you … inside of me … being joined like this, feels nice."

  He kissed her then with the intense longing and emotion that he felt inside of him. How he had come to be in this place, with this woman, he did not know, but it felt like perhaps he had always been moving towards her, nudged along by life and fate, with every intention of ensuring the two of them became one, entwined together like this.

  As their kissing deepened he felt himself growing once more, and heard her moan at the sensation, as if she did not realize what was happening. He took his time, moving only a small amount and with great care in the speed of his movements.

  He pulled away from their kiss and looked into her eyes to make sure she was not in any discomfort, but only saw arousal at the movements he was creating in her.

  Isabella had not known that pairing with someone could be like this. She had thought they would have to join once and then she would be with child. She had not anticipated the feelings that were occurring in her from them being joined as they were. And she had not known that it would not be only once that they did it. This revelation made her smile. If they would keep doing this to make children, it was something she would indeed relish for the rest of her life.

  Having climaxed so soon before, Trent now maintained a steady rhythm inside of her over a longer time, and could see on her face and hear in her sounds that she was enjoying the sensations she was experiencing. It drove him on to make it last even longer and to let her become familiar with everything that was happening between them.

  When she started to naturally move her hips underneath him, meeting his movements with hers, she heard him groan and it drove her on to keep doing it. Finally, with the intensity of her moving in such a way, he could not hold back any more and she heard and felt him climax again.

  "Oh, Isabella," he breathed out heavily as his body convulsed.

  He relaxed on top of her for a moment and then lifted himself out of her, remaining as close to her as he could but manoeuvring them so they could both be under the covers they had been lying on top of. Once settled, he pulled her into his arms, her head resting on his chest, and kissed her forehead softly. This part of being entwined with her - the love making - he had not thought would be as overwhelming to him, given how many women he had been with, but the opposite was true. Lying with her in his arms he felt like he had finally come home.

  Isabella lay quietly and felt herself falling asleep, her body now relaxed enough in the knowledge that it had undergone something new and exciting. Even right now, in this moment, a baby could already be being formed, and the thought made her smile against his chest.

  Hearing Trent's breathing deepen to indicate sleep, she let herself also drift off, the smile secure on her face.

  ~~~~~

  Trent woke the next morning to find Isabella lying beside him, watching him. Immediately he pulled her close and kissed her softly, intended as a light good morning kiss, but it caught with her and she moved her body against his and turned the soft kiss into a passionate one.

  "Please," she said quietly, seeming to him to want him to move inside her, but instead he lowered his finger down while he kissed her, and encouraged her body to relax as he caressed her at her core, and he soon felt her convulsing against his hand.

  At the same time, he felt her hand move down and touch him. It was the first time she had touched a man in such a way, and Isabella found the sensation of holding him to be strange and yet wakened her up even more as she heard him moan quietly at her touching him.

  They were lying side by side and he moved himself so that he was at the right height before pulling her uppermost leg over his hip, and slowly nudged into her. He saw Isabella's eyes go wide at the different position but then she seemed to naturally find her way and started to move with him once more, and it did not take long this time before Trent found himself lost in the sea of pleasure again.

  Finally, both satisfied, he kissed her softly again and she smiled at him.

  "I like this," she said shyly and he laughed softly at her.

  "So do I."

  "We must leave here this morning and then we shall live in our own home," she said and he nodded while laying soft kisses over her lips, forehead and cheeks.

  "I must find an occupation," he said and she looked at him curiously. "If I am living here I must contribute. Who would I speak to about what I should do?"

  "We all find our own place - well everyone except me. I am still trying to find my place! But what did you do where you came from?"

  Trent found himself wondering how to even answer that question, given that he had been a software designer previously.

  "I did not do anything like what the people here do, so I would like to try some different things and see if I have any skills in … anything."

  She nodded at him. She understood perfectly the uncertainty of not knowing which aspects of village life one was meant to help others with.

  "Let us go to breakfast and then I will introduce you to some people in different parts of the village. You can talk to them and see who needs help. Perhaps that will help you decide."

  He kissed her then, taking one more moment to look at her as she was right now, relaxed and sated, before he started to pull away and dress.

  "Yes, let us go and eat. I shall not get anything done today if I keep lying here and looking at your beautiful face and lovely body."

  Isabella heard the compliment and blushed heavily, but smiled at him and moved to dress also.

  Once ready, and having tidied the room, they left together and stepped out into the sunshine on their first morning as a paired couple.

  ~~~~~

  "Isabella," Adrian addressed her as she sat down beside him, Trent settling onto the other side of her. "Are you well?" he asked her quietly but saw her smile brilliantly at him.

  "I am well, Adrian," she said and it encouraged both men beside her to acknowledge each other.

  "Good morning Adrian," Trent offered first, and after a moment found the greeting returned.

  "Adrian, how is work at the mill? Is there need of another hand down there?" she asked her lifelong friend and saw him nod in acknowledgement.

  "It has been slow with the water flow slower than usual, but it has been increasing once more in recent days. Do you wish to work in the mill, Trent?" he asked the man, resolved that holding any kind of concern or dislike for him would do no-one any good.

  Trent looked uncertain before he answered.

  "I do not know yet what I can do, so I thought I might spend some time in different areas as I am needed, until it becomes clear where I should be."

  Adrian nodded.

  "I can take you down to the mill after we finish eating, if you wish. The mill has many aspects to it so there will be many things you can try to see if you wish to keep working there."

  "Thank you," he heard Trent say.

  Adrian wanted to not like the traveller, being the one who had secured Isabella's heart, and so quickly, but there was nothing he could sense about Trent that would warrant such a harsh judgement so conceded he had to let go of any difficulty in his feelings. Looking at Isabella this morning, he could only see great happiness on her face, and he did appreciate the traveller for that.

  ~~~~~

  After finishing their food, all three washed and put away their dishes and then walked out into the sunshine, where Isabella turned to Trent.

  "I will go and do some chores now," she said and pulled him close to her. "I will
see you at the evening meal?"

  He nodded at her, drinking in her beauty before pulling her even closer and kissing her. She said goodbye to Adrian and then walked back into the kitchen, Trent watching her as she walked away.

  "I believe that you do very much love her, Trent," he heard Adrian say, and redirected his view to the man beside him.

  "I do," he said as they started to walk. "Very much."

  "It is good to see my friend so happy."

  Trent considered the words. He had thought Adrian wished to pair with Isabella himself, and yet there was no hint of malice in his voice at all.

  "I will always work to make her happy, Adrian. You have my word on that."

  The two of them walked the rest of the way in silence, each in their own thoughts.

  ~~~~~

  On return to the kitchen, Isabella sought out Cook Mary.

  "Ahh, Miss Isabella. How are you today?" she asked with a gleam in her eye that made Isabella laugh.

  "I am well, Cook Mary. How can I help you this morning?"

  "If you can just collect the eggs that are waiting, and then perhaps some spinach. Take this basket with you and after getting the eggs, fill the basket to the top with as much spinach as you can fit in there, and that will be lovely for a nice spinach and egg pie for our evening meal."

  Isabella nodded and smiled.

  "Of course," she said and walked out into the sunshine once more. For a moment she stood still, feeling its warmth on her face.

  "Daughter," she heard her mother's voice say from beside her. "Are you well?"

  Isabella smiled at her mother before finding herself bold enough to lean in and put her arms around her, a move that was rare and surprised her mother.

  "Yes, I am very well, Mother."

  Crisiana looked at her daughter and could see on her face that the evening had been a success and would hopefully result in a child soon. She said nothing more to Isabella, instead smiling at her and then walking along as always, as part of her day.

  Isabella looked after her mother. They had always been close but had seemed more shy of one another in recent years. Now Isabella found herself wanting to be close to her once again, particularly if there was a chance she was already with child.

  Isabella moved on with her chores of gathering eggs from the chickens, and going to the garden to get the spinach, before taking all back to the kitchen.

  "Can I help you with anything else, Cook Mary?" she asked, suddenly feeling … lonely.

  "Oh no, thank you Miss Isabella. This is all that I needed."

  Isabella once again stepped outside, feeling an emptiness inside of her. She walked to where the tailors worked and looked at them longingly.

  "Miss Isabella, do you require new clothing? Or perhaps something mended?"

  "No," she replied, sighing at the same time, and the elderly woman came to her.

  "You sound as if you need an occupation, young one."

  "Yes, I think you may be right. I know that I help people when I am needed but I do not have an established thing that I do each day. And I feel as if I should."

  Her words were greeted with a smile from the woman before her.

  "You have just had your pairing, have you not?" she asked and Isabella nodded with a touch of blush on her face. "Then I think your place will soon be centred around raising a youngling, Isabella. Being a mother is the most demanding role of all. Do not underestimate how taxing it can be, or how incredibly rewarding it can be. Be patient and a child will come, and then you may find yourself wishing you had more time."

  Isabella nodded and smiled, and then bid the older woman farewell.

  Not sure where to go or what to do, she walked down to the pool. Seeing no-one there she waded in, wearing her shift dress, and relaxed into the warm water. She sat against the far side of the pool and closed her eyes, listening to the waterfall and remembering the night before.

  She was in awe of how the night had panned out. So many things about it she had been unprepared for - not just the act of child making itself, but also how wonderful it would feel. It was something no-one had ever talked to her about, so she had embarked on it completely blind, but even in her inexperience she knew that she and Trent had fitted well together and both equally enjoyed their time together. The way he had made her feel when he touched and kissed her, and the way he had felt when inside her … it was a beautiful thing that she could not wait to do with him again and again.

  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 thei
r 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?"