His Beautiful Wench

by Nathalie Dae

  “What?” Emmett said, eyes narrowed. “I need to be on that ship!”

  “And you will be,” Matilda said, once again leaning on the table. “Except you will have left the docks earlier in a smaller boat and will meet the ship once it has sailed around the spit. You’ll take the jewels with you and sell them at the nearest port.”

  “But what about Amelia?” Emmett asked, taking her hand. “She won’t be safe here either.”

  “She will be fine here. I will give the women a week’s paid holiday—that is all the time we need—and if anyone calls, she can hide in the basement. Amelia,” Matilda looked at her, “you will leave five days after Emmett and sail to the next port. Emmett, you will meet her there.”

  “Why five days?” Amelia asked, glancing at Emmett then back at Matilda.

  “In case Graham’s men are watching. And they will, you know that. After five days of not seeing you, I would guess they’d think you had already left town. If you wear that cloak you have on and tie back your hair when you go to the docks, I doubt very much they will recognize you—providing you keep your head down. This will also give Emmett time to sell the jewels and return to his ship to wait for you.”

  Emmett sighed then sipped some tea. “It’s a better plan than I had. Amelia?” He glanced at her. “Are you willing to try it?”

  She nodded. “We have to. We can’t stay here. Would it be too dangerous to send word to Helena and John?”

  Matilda nodded. “The least amount of people who know of this, the better.”

  “Would you try to see her once we have gone? I would like her to have a jewel. The sale of it would give her enough money to leave Graham’s employ and get her family away from here.”

  “That is so kind, so like you, Amelia. Of course I will give her the jewel. So!” Matilda said, striding to the kitchen door. “The basement is already set up with a bed. As you know, the room is used for the more vocal visitors. You’ll find clean sheets and the like on the shelves in the linens room, so if you don’t mind, I’d like to lay that rug over the trapdoor and go to my bed. We’ll discuss the plans in more detail tomorrow when the women have gone. I’ll send them off early. We don’t want anyone else overhearing, do we?” She smiled and picked up a lantern. “Now go and settle yourselves below—and try to sleep well. I washed your dress, Amelia.”

  “Thank you.”

  Amelia stood and followed Emmett into the room beside the kitchen. She selected clean sheets and pillowcases and waited while Emmett pulled open the trapdoor. He went down the wooden steps first, pausing halfway to take the lantern from Matilda. Amelia followed him down and stared up through the hatch at Matilda.

  “Thank you so much,” she said.

  Matilda’s smile reached her eyes. “Good night, my friend.”

  “Good night.”

  The door closed and the thud of Matilda’s feet rang out above. Then came the sound of the rug being dragged into position, a loud scuff that reverberated around the basement. Amelia stood at the foot of the stairs until Matilda’s footsteps faded. She turned to find Emmett changing the sheets, the dirty linen in a pile beside the iron bed that dominated the rear wall. Small cabinets stood on either side, a lamp on top of each, and she picked up Matilda’s lamp from the floor and moved to light the wicks. The room brightened and the cream walls and their painted landscapes came into view. Flagstones chilled her feet and she remembered she’d left her shoes under the kitchen table. The fact that Emmett hadn’t spoken since they had been upstairs worried Amelia and she touched his back as he stood from tucking a sheet under the mattress. He stuffed a pillow into its case and Amelia finished making the bed while he attended to the other pillow. She smoothed the cover with sudden jerks and whirled to tell Emmett just how much she hated the lord, face hot and tears close.

  “I hate him for what he’s done.” She shook her head.

  “Amelia, please! Forget him and everything he has done.” He sighed, crushing her to his chest. “We have no choice but to flee. He will never rest until he has you, otherwise. My love, look at me.”

  She lifted her head and all her anger seeped away as their gazes met. On tiptoe, she offered him her lips and he brushed his mouth over them, taking away her ire. A rush of desire swept through her, consuming everything but the need to have him close, inside her, hands roaming her body. She deepened the kiss, slipping her tongue between his lips, wanting his to touch hers so she could convey her devotion to him. He smoothed his hands down her back, pressing her pelvis to his erection. God, she loved the feel of him, of Emmett needing her like this. Her cunt moistened, her juices seeping onto her inner thighs, and she released a small moan as her nub throbbed. Gripping his shoulders, she loved him with her mouth, his erection growing harder.

  Gently, he broke the kiss and pushed her to the bed, the backs of her knees butting the mattress edge. He stared down at her as she waited for his next move, her breaths coming out in short pants and her heart thudding. He reached down and lifted her skirt, bunching it at her waist, looking at her for confirmation that he could sup her juices. She nodded, excitement tightening her belly, her nub throbbing harder.

  He lowered to the floor and parted her legs, kneeling between them. “I’m going to taste you, wench. Suck and lick your cream, give you pleasure. Love you.”

  His fingertips massaged her inner thighs, the light touches sending more desire to her slit, making her wetter. He dipped his head, glancing up at her, the look flipping her tummy and urging her to jam her hands in his hair, lowering his head so he tasted her right that minute. He lowered his gaze then flicked his tongue out to taste her skin. The heat of it set her on fire and she gasped, anticipation of him licking her folds almost too much to bear. Amelia sank her hands into his hair, loving the softness of it against her palms, and held his head steady. His hot breath kissed her folds a moment before his lips, then his tongue parted her folds from base to tip, circling her bud. Tingles spread from there to her core and she raised her hips, nudging her cunt to his mouth. He licked harder, faster, swirling the tip of his tongue around her sensitive spot, and she gritted her teeth to hold off her spiraling pleasure. His maddening tongue movements increased in speed and pressure, overtaking her ability to wait. Hot lust gripped her and she tightened her hold on his hair, bucking with every sweep of his tongue. Heady sensations warmed her and sweat trickled into her hairline.

  “Oh God, Emmett!” she whispered, lifting her buttocks, needing more abrasion.

  He complied, quickly flicking his tongue left and right, and her release built, excitement raging through her as she chased the ultimate bliss. It peaked, the pleasure of it raw and sharp, and she cried out, riding the wave as it slowly receded then intensified again with the harder brush of his tongue. Her pelvis jolted and Emmett slid his hands beneath her, holding her to him, his tongue unmerciful. She wanted him to stop, yet at the same time reveled in the power his mouth wielded, wishing she could drown in the sensations flowing from her bud. They receded, ebbing into the same fierce ache that pulsed in her nipples. She scooped one breast free of the dress and fondled the hard peak, fingernail thrumming the tip. Desire spiraled from there to her core, reigniting the waning fire in her center. Crying out again, she released Emmett’s hair and cupped his cheek.

  He lifted his head, lips and chin wet with her juices, and pulled her buttocks to the edge of the bed. “I love making you come, wench.” Still kneeling, he undid his breeches and thrust his cock into her, his passage easy with her slickness. “And I’m going to do it all over again.”

  Gaining a quick rhythm, he moved in and out, hands smoothing over her belly. His hardness, the width of him, filled her, completed her, and she tweaked her nipple harder.

  Emmett watched her, his gaze lust-filled. “God, you touching yourself sends me insane. Everything about you does, you teasing—” He jabbed into her. “Playful—” He pulled out to the tip then slammed back inside. “Beautiful wench.”

  He swooped down, sucking the fi
ngers that caressed her peak. She stopped fondling and allowed him to take over, his mouth and tongue bringing on a fresh wash of desire. Once again she fisted his hair, sweeping her head from side to side. He grazed her nipple with his teeth and stabs of ecstasy spread, there and in her cunt.

  Emmett released her nipple and raised his head, freeing her other breast, then covered both globes, thumbs stroking the tips, pumping his cock harder. Amelia stared up at him, licking her lips, wanting his mouth on hers. He lowered, loosing a low grunt as his cock thickened, vein pulsing. She kissed him, tasting the tang of her juices, and moved her hands under his shirt to his lower back, pushing him closer. He ground his pelvis over her nub, the graze nudging her closer to another forceful release. Snatching his mouth away, he brushed his lips over her collarbone and she closed her eyes, listening to their labored breaths and skin slapping skin. The sounds increased her desire and she strove for the pinnacle, hands leaving his hips to pinch her nipples.

  “Ah, wench!” he ground out, his voice low and gravelly. “You…ah… See? You drive me insane!”

  His cock hardened even more and she opened her eyes to watch his face as he neared his completion. Raising her legs, she crossed them at the ankles and rested them on his back. He held her waist, slamming her against him with each thrust inside. Her channel contracted, the onset of another pleasure trip imminent, and she held her breath. Emmett grunted and closed his eyes, his hot fluid heating her sheath. He jerked, three quick movements in succession with another shot of semen, and his breath left him in a shuddering gasp.

  Her own need crested and she caressed her breasts, gaze fixed on his face. He opened his eyes and stared down at her, cheeks flushed, teeth biting his lower lip. She gave in, allowed her body to take over, and a pain-tinged sweep of delight surged through her. Crying out, she pushed her breasts together, inviting Emmett to suckle. He thrust harder, his cock gliding with the aid of both their secretions, and leaned down, licking her nipples and sucking one tip before moving to the other. Her body spasmed and her breath caught in her throat, leaving her lightheaded. Shocks rippled from her nub to her folds, receding in intensity the slower Emmett rocked. Amelia exhaled a long, shaky breath and placed her hands on either side of his head, gently drawing his face toward hers for a deep, soul-searing kiss.

  He rolled them to their sides and took her in his arms, chin on top of her head as she rested her cheek to his shirted chest. His heart beat hard and fast, matching the throb of hers. She trailed her fingertips up and down his back, snaking her leg between his and scooting closer. She needed as much of him touching her as possible. A sense of being safe and untouchable cocooned her for a moment. Then what they had yet to do loomed in her mind like a poisonous cloud and she held him tighter, squeezing her eyes closed to stop those burning tears from falling.

  “I love you so much, Amelia,” he whispered.

  “I love you too, Emmett. Desperately.”

  * * * * *

  The shuffle of footsteps overhead roused Amelia. She settled onto her back and opened her eyes to darkness.

  “Morning, wench,” Emmett said, voice sleep-filled.

  “Morning. Did you sleep well?” She rolled onto her side and nestled close.

  “Surprisingly good, considering.” He stroked up and down her spine, Helena’s cloak and dress preventing the delicious feel of skin on skin. “Have you been awake long?”

  “No. It sounds like everyone upstairs is awake too. I heard them talking. It’s gone quiet now, so I imagine the women are packing.”

  Emmett hugged her tighter. “I love you, wench. It will work out, you’ll see. By next week this will all be a bad memory.”

  God, I hope so.

  She leaned up on one elbow and squinted down at him. “I’m going to wash.” She thought of the black gown and cloak still covering her. “Once the women have gone, I’ll change into my own clothes.”

  Leaning over, she sought out his lips, bumping noses with him instead. Laughter burbled out of her and it felt good, sounded good. Emmett joined her and together they released the tension that had built since his return from sea. Once composed, she took off her clothing, lying back down and kissing Emmett long and hard. His arousal nudged her cunt and she smiled at the feel of it on her mound. She rose and settled herself between his legs and stared into his eyes as she took the sculpture sack from across his body and placed it on the floor. She unbuttoned his shirt, peeling it away to reveal his muscled chest beneath. Smoothing her hands over his body, she paused to brush her thumbs over his nipples, her mouth curving when they sprang up in arousal.

  “Ah, you want me so much, don’t you, Emmett?” She drew her hands down to his waistband and shuffled backward, pulling his breeches down his legs, taking them off and throwing them to the floor. “You won’t be needing these.”

  He smiled his lazy smile. “You’re a naughty girl, wench.”

  Amelia stared at him, licked her lips then said, “And I’m going to become even naughtier.”

  She moved back up the bed, closer to his groin, and sat on her haunches. Leaning down, and with slow, teasing strokes, she licked his hardness from base to tip, covering him with her mouth. Emmett groaned and lifted his hips, his cock going deeper into her mouth. She sucked and licked, holding his base, drawing her hand up and down his cock as she fucked him with her mouth. He buried his hands in her hair, fisting them, the light tugs to her scalp making her channel clench. His vein throbbed and she sucked on, harder now, with more suction, to test him, see how long it would be before he couldn’t hold off any longer. Her nipples tautened and as she continued on his cock, she moved back a little then rose to her knees. Parting her legs, she dipped her other hand into her folds, making sure her arm brushed his inner leg so he knew what she was doing.

  “God, are you touching yourself?” he asked.

  She glanced up and made out his head raised in the darkness, him looking down at her sucking him and fondling herself. Amelia lowered her gaze and rubbed her nub and slit, rocking her body into her hand and her mouth onto his cock.

  “Amelia, stop!”

  She ignored him and sucked on, his plea ratcheting up her desire. Knowing he was so close almost had her coming, and she eased off on her bud, lifting her head from him and moving to lie by his side. She turned him to face her and lifted her leg, laying it across his hip, pushing her wet slit toward him. He moved closer, settling between her legs, and she positioned the one beneath him to match the one above. Lifting her hand, she offered him her fingers. He sucked them into his mouth one at a time, gaze riveted to her face, and the feeling of his tongue swirling made her gasp. She took her hand away and drew it down his arm to settle on his waist. Chest to chest, he slid his cock inside her, her sheath clamping around that perfect width. He pressed his mouth to hers and deepened their kiss as his rhythm gained speed and she pressed her hands to the small of his back, needing friction on her nub. She couldn’t get enough of him, could spend hours like this in his arms, their problems forgotten, nothing touching them except each other. The slowness of his thrusts brought on a delicious burn, the heat spreading to her folds and bud. Nipples taut, she fought the need to touch them and instead grazed them against his chest. She wrenched her mouth away and sucked in a long breath, releasing it with a gasp and long “Ah!” of satiation, focusing on the bliss burgeoning within her. It spiraled and her limbs grew heavier with each pleasure wave that sluiced her cunt.

  “Emmett, I—”

  His mouth covered hers again and his breaths left his nostrils in short, sharp bursts. He rocked faster, cock thickening, hands clamping her to him. His rhythm changed abruptly, swift, jerky movements that told of his oncoming release. She dipped a finger into the cleft at the base of his spine and he took his lips from hers to hike in a surprised breath. She smoothed her finger down until she found his pucker and circled it, moving her arm to enable better access as she stroked the soft skin between it and the base of his bollocks. He lifted his head and kissed her neck
. She let her head fall back, issuing a breathy groan as he kissed her collarbone and the dip of her throat. Amelia continued to fondle, fingertips straying back to his cleft and down again. He gave a forceful thrust that abraded her nub and sent her pulse racing. He stilled for a beat then upped the pace, licking her neck and earlobe. She cried out her pleasure and slid her hand to the soft swell of his ass globe, digging in her nails and drowning in fulfillment.

  “Ah, Amelia!” he whispered.

  Another quick succession of thrusts had his cock pulsing and hot warmth filling her, heightening her desire. She loosed a primal shriek and bit her lip, the waves undulating through her folds until she closed her eyes and relaxed with them, let them take her to the pinnacle. He dug his fingertips into her back and sucked the skin below her ear, tongue flashing out, the wet heat an erotic accompaniment to their combined juices below. Emmett slowed, breaths ragged and hot on her skin, and she kissed his shoulder, love for him overwhelming her with its intensity.

  Once still, Emmett pulled out and flopped onto his back, rolling Amelia on top of him. The air chilled her sweat-soaked skin and she pressed a long kiss to her lover’s chest and rested her cheek on his shoulder. They lay like that for a long time, breaths regulating, senses returning, their coming woes slamming back into her mind. With a sigh, she rose from the bed. Fumbling on the bedside cabinet for a box of matches, she found one and struggled to light the lamp in the darkness, almost dropping the glass shade. Finally, light chased away the shadows and she looked at Emmett, who smiled up at her, hair awry, lopsided grin in place.

  “You’re beautiful,” he said.

  “As are you.”

  “I wish we didn’t have to… I wish this wasn’t our last day today together.”

  “I know, but things aren’t how they were and we must deal with that. So, Mr. Dray, up out of that bed!” She swatted his leg and, taking the lamp, walked to the area beneath the stairs. Two barrels, one large, the other smaller, stood next to a sideboard. She placed the lamp on the sideboard, took a china bowl from inside and dipped it into the water. A cold wash would fully wake her and she searched inside the cupboard for a cloth and syringe. She washed and douched. Clean now, she tipped the dirty water into the smaller barrel and refilled the bowl for Emmett. “Come on now,” she said, turning to face the bed.