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"Oh, God, my amour!" Gabriella cried out passionately above him, tilting her pelvis forward in admission of her desires as he tasted the taste of tangy, piquant woman for his first time. By god, it was carnal beyond belief and he adored it. He loved the intimacy, adored the way it made him feel as though he were branding Gabriella as his for all time.

Once the first flush of newness was expended, Drummond used his tongue industriously, exploring every inch of Gabriella's pussy with the flat of his tongue. The flesh there was so incredibly fragile that he was in awe of its femininity and Gabriella's passion was overriding her natural modesty, turning her into an enthusiastic partner. A demanding one actually.

Drummond held back his murmur of delight over his now equal partner. Gabriella obviously wanted him to suckle the bulb of her clit and employed energetic body movements to try to divert his tongue and mouth completely to her cause. However, he held her firmly by her soft rump, guiding her where he wished to go, which at the moment, was an astonishingly lustful thrust of his tongue into the tight sheath of her vagina.

"God," he moaned through a mouthful of heavenly female flesh, just as Gabriella cried out deliriously with the prod of his tongue. They both seemed to enjoy this so much, he decided to expend some energy on it and soon had her bouncing up and down in a licentious fucking position, over his stiffen tongue.

"Oh, g-o-d Drummond!"

It was then, Drummond felt the first shivers of Gabriella's convulsion deep in his throat. She was very close to the edge and he stopped mating her with his tongue and closed his mouth rigorously around the pearl of her clit, sucking hard. Gabriella screamed amorously above him, while clutching his head with both hands as she rode his face and he felt the spasms of her orgasm rippling through her. They washed over him, incredible and intimate, with her innermost thighs sending quakes through his cheekbones, her swollen clit pulsing in a strobe against his tongue, and her labia lips quivering over his mouth.

"Oh, Drummond-Drummond!" she panted, finally coming to stillness above him and he thought perhaps he ought to catch her before she swooned. However, he took one small moment to kiss his passion pearl, which had been bouncing off his chin upward into the rosy-kissed lips of Gabriella's succulent pussy. Finished, Drummond murmured, "I shall not be jealous of you again, my little pearl." And then, he swooped upward to catch Gabriella as she fell languidly and sated into his arms.

"Oh mercy, Drummond," Gabriella whispered faintly as Drummond caught her in the circle of his arms.

They were wrong! Gabriella realized how many years she had denied her passion because of a husband too stodgy and cruel to share. Or by a society bent on telling her that if she desired . . . yearned with her body, she was sinful, wanton, and a corrupt woman. All of them were so horribly wrong. How could anything that was so beautiful, so loving, be anything but blessed?

Drummond took her hand and placed it with her palm down on his chest and she felt the mist of sweat clinging to his hot skin, as he murmured, "Touch me, Gabriella. Put your hands on me."

And she did gladly. Opening her eyes to be held prisoner by the power of his smoldering gaze. There was deep carnal passion reflected in his gray eyes, raw and lustful, barely contained by his iron will. Yet there were also tenderness and yearning, with the barest hint of vulnerability.

"Drummond, show me," Gabriella whispered, and Drummond took her hand and wrapped it around the base of his cock where the heated flesh sagged a little, but began to swell instantly with her touch. His beautiful organ lifted higher, stiffened more, stretching her fingers with its throbbing mass.

"Ah, sweetheart, I have never been so hard . . . so engorged," he murmured huskily into her ear, making her quiver with renewed passion.

He lifted his hips then, drawing his powerful cock of masculine meat and steel through her circled fingers, until her first finger and thumb brushed the velvet head. Then, he thrust his hips forward, until her hand plunged to the base, while his gaze held hers intensely. He was allowing her to see each flare of pleasure that crossed his handsome features, making her aware that it was she who controlled his passion now.

"Hold my cock tightly, kitten, as though you will never let me go," he commanded huskily.

Instantly, Gabriella tightened her hand around his hot, swelling organ with a murmur.

"Yes," Drummond hissed through his teeth, lifting his head for the first time from her gaze. Baring his muscular throat to her sight as he swung his hips backward, then thrust them forward again. It was the mating rhythm and Gabriella learned from Drummond's movements how to please him. This was so much more physically intimate than if he had entered her, for she could feel the exciting textures. Feel the passion and swell of him on the surface of her hand. Touch the power and strength trying to break her hold and feel the heartbeat deep inside him.

Drummond shifted then, to lie on his back, allowing the momentum of her hands to take control as his hands wandered warmly over her bottom. Then, rousingly, he used one lean finger to enter her in an abraded thrust, copying the rhythm she beat on the column of his cock.

"You like this," he rasped in a barely contained groan with his hips coming off the mattress as his other hand found the throbbing heat of her clit, making her go wild.

Gabriella's mind was a rosy haze of straining carnal lust inspired by what Drummond's wicked fingers were doing to her body. So when he commanded her hoarsely to watch him spill his seed for her, she had only one erotic thought that would satisfy her. Gabriella leaned forward, until her breasts plumped in the cradle of Drummond's hips and she brazenly filled her wet mouth with the crowned head of his cock.

"Oh God, Gabriella," Drummond expelled in a drawn out groaning as his entire body shuddered, and he hissed, "I'm going to-t— come— I can't stop-!"

Gabriella suckled Drummond harder! Pumping her hand and feeling the incredible warm strength of him in her mouth as she experienced a great expectation building all around them, like a storm of magnificent proportions was about to crash down on them. She had no idea of what to expect, but what happened was so thrilling and sexy, that she climaxed herself in a furious quiver over Drummond's fingers, just as his hot creamy juices spread into her mouth.

"Jesus," Drummond expelled in a clipped off roaring, as she felt his cock drawing in, and then flexing outward in long rippling motions. And — she swallowed, while her thighs quaked around Drummond's forearm in lingering, bliss-filled eruptions of pleasure.

T
he next morning, Gabriella came slowly awake to the heady fragrance of orchids. In her sleepy state she thought perhaps she was dreaming of a warm tropical island with beautiful orchids surrounding her. However, when she opened her eyes slowly to reality, she found her naked body sprinkled with the flowering blossoms of pure white orchids. There was one snowy orchid blossom adorning her womanhood and another tucked behind her ear. Lily-white orchids nuzzled the valley of her breasts down to her navel and she could feel more of the tender blossoms tickling the bottoms of her toes.

"Drummond," she murmured in awed delight as she rose to a sitting position on the bed with snow colored orchids floating around her, kissing her flesh with velvet petals as they fell to snuggle around her like a satin blanket.

"Oh my," she whispered, so touched that her voice was small as she spread her fingertips out to tickle the delicate petals, while her gaze assured her that she was quite alone in the room. Drummond was gone.

"And, he has left me the most beautiful present," Gabriella sighed, allowing the feelings of cherishment and splendor to wash over her. It was sensual pampering at its most intimate and Drummond was an expert in the craft. He had taken what could have been a difficult moment for her, awakening to the harsh light of day. After such exotic intimacies of the night and he had found a way to soothe her natural shyness over such new activities. It was then that she found the note buried in the orchids and she picked it up to read aloud.

"My love, you cannot know how deeply I enjoyed flowering your exquisite body with my orchids. Each touch of the petals on my fingertips reminded me of your tender flesh. I shall ever after regard your secret place that sings to my tongue as my orchid."

"Oh my," Gabriella breathed, fanning her face before she continued.

"I have taken the liberty of choosing your wardrobe this morning. It is my fondest wish that you enjoy all that I have purchased for you. My personal attention throbs in anticipation of viewing you in my selections. With this in mind, I respectfully request that you join me for a light repast after your morning toilet. Further, I inform you that the gentlemen, Archangels have requested our presence at an impromptu racing event. It appears Lord Radford and Lord Brynmore are endeavoring to decide which breed of stallion is superior. I may mention that the gentlemen, Archangels are with us through the weekend."

Gabriella folded the letter carefully. Actually, she considered it was a study in nonchalance—right before she giggled and bounced off the bed exclaiming, "Carpe diem," as she went excitedly in search of Drummond's presents. When she entered the dressing room, she saw the dress immediately where it was laid out across the chaise lounge, and where she ended on her knees before it.

The dress was black velvet and it displayed the relief of a stand-up, white-lace collar that ended near where her collarbone would be, to then fall into a daring diamond-shaped bodice. Gabriella could see that the black velvet bodice would cling dramatically to the inner slopes of her breasts. Also resting on top of the dress were two red satin jewelry boxes, in which she found a teardrop diamond necklace in a length that would nestle her cleavage and a finely wrought diamond anklet.

All of the gifts spoke of heady sensuality and Gabriella shivered in anticipation of wearing it all for Drummond. Only he would know that she wore no underclothing, only he would know that his diamonds circled her ankle, and only he would know that his passion pearl abraded her intimately with each movement. It was all of it, every bit of it, akin to a never before realized dream come alive and now that she knew the reality of the dream, she would have wished for it her entire life.

"I did wish for it," she murmured, spreading her fingers over the black velvet material. "Only, I never realized just how much I missed by the betrayal."

That was what she always called it in her mind, ‘the betrayal,' her father's and her husband's. However, it had been so many years ago, and she had tried so hard to forget . . . and forgive, even believing that she had done so, until now, faced with all that she might have had in her life, but lost all those years ago.

"But, I must not think of that now," she exclaimed as she stood and went to the armoire to throw open its doors. There she found the inner closet filled with new dresses, shoes, cloaks, and a chocolate colored mink wrap that fell to the tops of her toes when she wrapped it around herself.

"Carpe diem," Gabriella whispered. "I must think only of my joy for the moment and not dwell in the past. The past is gone and I shall find another secret to give Drummond, because he cares for me after all these years. Even without knowing the truth about what really happened to our love so long ago."

It was best. She need not redeem herself in Drummond's eyes. He cared for the woman she was now with as much passion as he had in their youth. Perhaps in years to come, if they found their comfort together as she knew they must, she would tell him then of her secret . . . of the betrayal. Then, they could laugh together about all they did have and find relief that the betrayal had not doomed them forever.

Gabriella nibbled her bottom lip in concentration and spoke hesitantly aloud, her conviction. "I will gladly be Drummond's mistress." Then, she twirled in a pirouette with the mink flaring about her ankles, as she exclaimed again more firmly. "I will seize my joy no matter what the circumstances!"

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n hour later, Gabriella was bathed with her hair done in a winsome, provocative chignon that allowed loose tendrils of her auburn hair to brush her nape and temples. She appeared at the top of the staircase, wearing the black velvet gown with an orchid pinned boldly to the material sloping over her left breast.

She had been aware of raised voices seeming to come from the entryway as she approached the top of the staircase. She paused at the top to look down and investigate, seeing Drummond's young butler standing before the partially opened front door. A door which he appeared to be trying to close against an unseen force that she could not identify from her angle. Nonetheless, Gabriella watched the young butler's failed attempt, and then the door came crashing open with a resounding thud.

"I want my wife, now!" Thundered a man's heated voice just before her husband Reginald, shoved his way into the meridian and green-marbled foray. "Where is she?" Reginald continued to shout with his thin face mottling to vivid red.

Gabriella could only imagine that this was the most strenuous exertion her erstwhile husband Reginald had put forth in years as it appeared lately that he could only roust himself enough to gamble and wench, as he called it. Gabriella watched Reginald gaze lift suddenly to where she was standing, and she faltered a half-step backward at the earnest look of loathing that appeared in his hazel-brown eyes.

"You are to come with me immediately, Gabriella! I am rescinding this transaction," Reginald spat, as he reached inside his dark grey overcoat and withdrew a small packet, which he tossed onto the marbled flooring at his feet, echoing a plat sound through the foray. "And-," Reginald snapped turning to the butler, "You may inform Lord Kittridge that there is his money returned with interest!"

"But why?" Gabriella gasped incredulously.

"Because, madame-," Drummond responded, completely surprising Gabriella, because she had been so riveted by her husband that she had not seen Drummond entering the foray. Drummond did look, she noticed immediately, masculinely resplendent in his brown cutaway jacket and thigh-molding, buff-colored hunting britches as well as his polished Hessian boots. In fact, compared to Reginald with his wispy and receding hairline, Drummond was a sleek male lion to Reginald's rather pallid lamb.