Her Heart's Desire

by Lauren Wilder

  He continued licking her deeply, long deliberate strokes of his tongue caressed her as he slipped a long, slim finger inside her. She cried out as he worked his finger slowly in and out of her tight opening. She was breathing rapidly, short, shallow gasps of pleasure as he played with her, delighting her with his expert touch.

  ‘You taste delicious,’ he murmured as he continued working his tongue over her pussy.

  ‘Oh, God!’ Marisa gasped, lost in ecstasy.

  * * * *

  James relished the effect he was having on her. She was very responsive, and he couldn’t believe how hot and wet she was. It turned him on incredibly; she was so sexy, he was delirious with lust for her. He wanted to kiss, touch, and caress every part of her. Never before had he desired a woman so much.

  He continued to tease her gently, bringing her close to orgasm as his tongue tickled all over her pussy. He increased the speed of his fingers, and she came hard, crying out in ecstasy, making him crazy with desire!

  He unzipped his pants and paused only to reach into the bedside table drawer and expertly roll a condom on. She lifted her legs and hooked them around his waist as he nudged the head of his magnificent cock at her tight entrance. She felt utterly consumed with desire as his cock pushed inside gently, stretching her as she opened up to accommodate him. He captured her, and his cock controlled her as he devoured her like a hungry animal, groaning and thrusting slowly in and out.

  ‘You feel amazing,’ he gasped as she wrapped her legs tightly around him, drawing him in deeper.

  ‘I want all of you,’ she said, staring into his eyes.

  He drove deeper, giving her his full length as she cried out in pleasure and tangled her hands in his hair, pulling his head down to hers, kissing him wildly. He felt his orgasm building as the pleasure intensified, and he held her tightly, his lips feeding from hers.

  ‘I’m coming,’ he told her. Months of pent-up longing and desire were released in the most powerful orgasm he had ever experienced.

  James was lost. He had never experienced anything like it. She was a thunderstorm, a bolt of lightning hitting him hard, striking him down, and he was lost. He was hers, totally and utterly hers.

  He collapsed into her, shuddering, utterly spent. Afterward, they lay in each other’s arms, exhausted and resplendent, basking in the warm afterglow of their lovemaking.

  ‘Well, things are certainly going to change around Highcroft now,’ he said, as his fingers played in her hair.

  ‘Ooh, does that mean I’m going to get a promotion for doing the boss!’ Marisa joked, looking up at him as she lay tucked into his chest. She could hear his heart beating, and it sounded like home.

  ‘Ah, yes, Miss Lowell, a promotion could well be on the cards after a performance like that!’ They laughed joyfully, and she snuggled in, never wanting to move away from him again.

  ‘I could lie here like this forever,’ she said.

  ‘Hmm, sounds like a wonderful idea, I can’t think of anything nicer.’

  He kissed her forehead and stroked her arm gently for a while until they both drifted off to sleep, satisfied and contented in each other’s arms.

  * * * *

  They woke late and enjoyed each other once more, this time their lovemaking was less urgent as they took things slowly, languidly enjoying every inch of each other, taking their fill, until both were completely satisfied, and they could bear to leave the bed.

  After a shower together and yet more exploring, this time as hot water cascaded off their bodies, Marisa kissed him all over, going to her knees to take him in her mouth and taste him, slowly teasing him, licking the head of his gorgeous cock before sucking him in, feasting on him. He hoisted her up with his strong arms, and her legs went around his waist, gripping him tightly as he moved inside her, penetrating her deeply against the shower wall.

  When they were totally satisfied and had eaten a delicious breakfast of fresh croissants, juice, and fruit James bought from the deli next door, he laid his fork down and smiled at her.

  ‘We really must leave this apartment at some point today, although if it were at all possible, I would happily stay here and attend to your every need and desire all weekend.’

  ‘Ooh, that would be so good!’ Marisa sighed. ‘But…we have to get back to Highcroft. We have lots on today. The Ashfords’ wedding planner is coming to discuss the hire of the great hall remember.’ She looked at him, feeling sad. She didn’t want to leave this apartment, ever.

  ‘Ah, yes, those damn Ashford’s spoiling our plans...’ He drawled dramatically, frowning. She laughed as he winked at her.

  ‘Okay, you’re right.’ He sighed. ‘We’d better drag ourselves away. We can always resume our activities later at home.’ He winked, and Marisa’s heart raced.

  ‘I shall look forward to entertaining you in my room tonight.’ He grinned.

  ‘And I shall look forward to being entertained!’ Marisa flung herself at him and stole another kiss, desperate to enjoy every last second alone with him.

  * * * *

  Once back at Highcroft, Marisa felt she was floating on air. She couldn’t get the grin off her face. She rang Melanie and told her the latest news.

  ‘You slept with him, oh, my God!’ she exclaimed

  ‘Yes I did, and it was wonderful. I’m on cloud nine.’

  ‘Oh, my god, I can’t believe you actually slept with him, that’s crazy!

  ‘Oh, you’re just jealous!’ Marisa curled up in the large leather armchair next to the fire and grinned.

  ‘Er, no I’m not, I’m just worried about you. I think you have made a huge mistake!’

  ‘Why? I was miserable, and now I’m happy, how can that be a mistake!’

  ‘Marisa, he’s your boss!’

  ‘You don’t get it. He isn’t like a boss, boss. He’s just wonderful.’

  ‘Oh god, you have it bad!’

  ‘Yep, I’m crazy about him!’

  ‘For sure,’ Melanie said flatly. ‘Where is the Lord and master now?’ sarcasm in her tone.

  ‘He’s working, which is what I should be doing. I have this real bitch coming to check the table plans and order me around generally…it isn’t all dreamy here, ya know. Then I have Mrs. Reed to deal with, yuck, I can’t stand her, and she’s just getting worse by the day.’

  ‘All sounds very dramatic, be careful, sis, that’s all I ask, try to keep a sensible head if you can.’

  ‘Oh, don’t worry. I’m great, everything’s great. Better go, speak later.’

  ‘Okay. Love you, bye.’

  Marisa hung up and composed herself. She hadn’t expected Melanie to be so down on her. She wanted her sister to share her excitement and she felt a bit deflated that she obviously did not approve.

  She went down to the grand hall, dreading seeing Annabelle Mead, wedding planner to the rich. Marisa got the distinct impression Annabelle seemed quite put out that James wouldn’t be dealing with her himself. Probably fancies him, Marisa thought scowling.

  Annabelle Mead was in the Grand ballroom, touching everything, pursing her lips as she examined the silverware.

  ‘Hello, Annabelle, nice to see you again,’ Marisa said, not meaning a word of it.

  Annabelle grimaced. ‘Oh, hello, Misha. Is James not around today either?’

  ‘It’s Marisa, and no, James is busy. I will discuss the Ashford plans with you. Anything you need, just run it by me, I’m sure we can sort it out.’ Annabelle scowled then pouted.

  ‘Okay, you can show me the gardens. They want ice sculptures and white doves released to the sound of “Angels” by Robbie Williams playing, whilst acrobats dressed as flamingos dance around the lawns. Can you show me where we might do that?’

  Marisa groaned. She had to stifle a laugh. She coughed into her hand and turned away. Talk about money but no class! She couldn’t wait for the Ashford wedding; it was bound to be a day to remember.

  Chapter Seven

  Marisa’s favorite time of the day was right
after dinner, knowing she would soon be joining James in his big four-poster bed. He was an adventurous lover and never failed to make her crazy with longing and lust.

  He liked to tease her, and they had quickly become very sexually relaxed with each other. In the few short weeks she had been sharing his bed they had discovered they liked the same things and shared similar desires. In fact they were perfectly matched.

  Marisa loved playing sexy games with her handsome lover and relished in her newfound sexual awakening. With James, it was easy to let go and indulge in secret fantasies. She had never felt so sexual and alive. She pinched herself regularly to check she wasn’t dreaming, and she cherished every moment with him.

  James expressed an interest in a maid and master fantasy role play, so she bought a sexy maid’s outfit from the Internet to surprise him. Nothing was too much trouble for him; he treated her so well, often surprising her with little gifts, flowers, and trips into London to relive their first night in his apartment by the Thames.

  She wanted no disturbances. She wanted James’s full attention. So she waited until the children had gone home and Marcus was out with Felicity.

  When James came into the bedroom, she told him to sit in the big armchair in the corner of the room and watch her as she teased him.

  She got ready in the bathroom then slinked out wearing a little French maid’s outfit, her breasts heaving out of the tight bodice. She wore black-seamed stockings on her shapely legs and sexy heels, which she knew he loved.

  The room was dark and hushed as she moved slowly around, lighting candles, illuminating herself for his eyes only. She felt a shudder of anticipation rush through her as she heard him move slightly in the chair. She couldn’t wait to put on her little show for him.

  * * * *

  He watched her as she bent over to light the candles, her perfect arse showing under the tiny maid’s dress. He felt his cock grow hard instantly as he imagined kneeling behind her and kissing that peachy bottom with fervour. His heartbeat quickened as she lay on the bed and caressed herself, exposing her full breasts. He sucked his breath in. ‘Oh, God,’ he murmured as he watched her open her legs and reveal her silky cunt..

  She closed her eyes and moaned gently as she touched herself.

  He could see everything. She was exposed for him, her gorgeous, wet pussy. Her perfect breasts spilled out of the bodice. He stared at her nipples, hard and ready for his tongue, and it made his cock twitch.

  He watched mesmerised as she continued her teasing. He smiled as he caught her peeking at him beneath her eyelashes. He gazed at her, his eyes burning with desire as he watched her slim fingers playing on her clit. Her tongue licked seductively at her lips, moistening them. He unzipped his pants and his cock sprang out, hard and proud. He began wanking it gently as he watched her breasts heaving and her finger frigging her clit. His excitement intensified when she started speaking in a soft, seductive tone.

  ‘I want strong hands to massage me and feel me all over, I want to feel my lover’s cock pressing against me.’ She breathed huskily as her eyes glinted in the candlelight, beckoning him, drawing him to her. James remained silent in the shadows, watching her as he pumped his cock slowly, massaging the bulbous head, squeezing the tip to extend his pleasure.

  ‘Hmm, I want my lover to take me and fuck me without mercy. I’m desperate to feel him. I long for his touch.’

  ‘Oh, I wish my lord and master were here. I want to feel his tongue on my tits, his fingers on my pussy, his beautiful cock in my cunt.’

  James could not restrain himself any longer, striding from the shadows with his erection bobbing in front of him, he moved slowly towards the bed. She feigned surprise. ‘Oh, master, I didn’t realize you were there.’

  He grinned wickedly as his eyes travelled all over her body. He loved the kinky maid’s outfit, the stockings and suspenders, frilly knickers pushed sluttishly aside, exposing her pussy.

  ‘Dear god you are a vision!’ he whispered, his voice husky with desire.

  Marisa smiled at him wantonly. He licked his lips at the sight of her lying there. His fingers worked quickly as he pulled at the ribbons on the bodice of her dress. He gasped as the bodice fell apart and she lay there almost naked. He reached out and stroked the soft globes. He groaned as she touched his cock. He sucked his breath in as her soft fingers stroked his shaft. Her touch felt silky against his flesh, and he longed to thrust his hard cock into her tight pussy. But he wanted to make it last. He intended to take his time with her until they were both mad with desire.

  ‘My, we are a naughty little maid, aren’t we?’ he murmured. He watched her, transfixed. He continued stroking her tits, the nipples straining beneath his fingertips. He bent his head to lick them, making her groan as his hand went down between her legs.

  ‘Open your legs wide for me,’ he demanded.

  Marisa did as he asked. Pulling her knees up, she spread her legs wide for him.

  ‘Yes, master,’ she said obediently. He grinned. He loved their games. Excitement rushed through his veins, and he longed to tie her up, bind her wrists to the bed, and make her beg to be released so she could touch his cock and suck him. His thoughts ran wild.

  He could feel her heart thundering, her breathing rapid with excitement, and it spurred him on.

  ‘Hmm, you’re so wet,’ he murmured as his fingers worked in and out of her soaking pussy. Marisa was gasping with pleasure, crying out in ecstasy as he talked to her in his deep, masculine English accent.

  ‘Are you nearly there, are you going to come for me, my darling?’

  ‘Yes!’ she cried out.

  He swooped on her, licking her deeply. With a few long, lascivious strokes of his hot, wet tongue he brought her off instantly. He groaned as he felt her coming. He lapped at her juices and sucked her clit as she convulsed on his tongue. She cried out and tugged hard on his hair as she screamed in ecstasy.

  He moved up her quivering body and kissed her lips passionately, his tongue darting into her mouth to share her secretions. She gasped and licked at him, wild and hungry.

  ‘Now it’s my turn,’ he growled, taking her hand and raising her from the bed.

  ‘Suck me, my naughty maid,’ he demanded.

  * * * *

  Marisa gladly went to her knees as he presented his beautiful cock to her lips. She licked it slowly while staring up at him. She savored the salty, familiar taste of him as he pushed his cock slowly into her open mouth. He groaned as she teased him, sucking him softly. He held her head and pushed her onto his shaft as he thrust into her mouth.

  ‘I’m coming, oh, God!’ He exploded into her mouth, flooding her throat, and she took him eagerly, tasting him, swallowing until he was spent.

  ‘Good lord, I saw stars then!’ he said, gasping as he lifted her up and they lay on the bed, exhilarated.

  ‘It wasn’t too much, my darling?’ He inquired gently, the lust-crazed animal in him now tamed and calmed.

  ‘No, I enjoyed it. It turns me on when you dominate me. I loved it. It was hot.’

  She kissed him lazily and wrapped her leg around his hip. He slipped a hand between her legs. She knew she was drenched, wetter than she had ever been in her life.

  ‘See what you do to me?’

  He groaned and nuzzled into her neck. ‘You’re fantastic,’ he whispered.

  ‘Oh, I know.’ She giggled teasingly.

  ‘Oh, do you now, Miss Modesty.’ He grinned sexily as he rolled on top of her and slipped easily inside, moving slowly until she felt as though she was floating beneath him, her body a shivering, pleasure-soaked mess.

  * * * *

  Mrs. Reed had not failed to notice the closeness between Marisa and James. She crept around spying on them whenever she could. One afternoon, she decided to see what they were up to in the lounge as Marcus and Felicity had yet another heated argument upstairs.

  Entering the room, she watched in horror as Marisa giggled and wrapped her arms around James. No, she thought. How co
uld this have happened so fast?

  She felt her blood boil and jealousy overwhelm her. She adored Lord St. John, but, my God, he could be an impetuous fool!

  The little American must have seduced him with her wily ways and big, bouncing tits!

  Mrs. Reed fumed as she caught Marisa’s eye and scowled at her with animated hatred. Mrs. Reed noted the nervous look in Marisa’s eyes. Good., you should be nervous, I’m onto you. Marisa looked away quickly and snuggled in closer to James.

  ‘Let’s eat out this evening honey. I want you all to myself,’ she whispered to James as Mrs. Reed coughed to signal her entrance.

  ‘If you’d like to, of course, I can take you into Marlow. I know a great little Italian restaurant on the river. It’s very romantic.’

  ‘Yep, sounds great.’ She hugged him tight.

  Mrs. Reed coughed. ‘Excuse me, sir, I just wanted to collect the seating plan and menus for the Ashford function,’ Mrs. Reed said, trying to keep her agitation out of her voice.

  James released Marisa gently and cleared his throat, ‘Marisa has passed all the details to Mrs. Rose and Alfred. Please liaise with them, Mrs. Reed,’ he replied curtly.

  ‘Very well, sir, will you be requiring dinner tonight?’

  ‘No, thank you, Mrs. Reed. Marisa and I shall be dining out this evening.’

  She nodded and retreated quickly.

  * * * *

  ‘That damn woman seems to be everywhere lately, interrupting us unannounced,’ he said as he smoothed Marisa’s hair back from her face to plant a kiss on her forehead.

  ‘I know. She acts kind of weird around me. I have to admit, I don’t like her James, she seems a bit odd to me.

  ‘Oh, she’s harmless, don’t worry. She’s been here since for years! She is a bit prickly, but she means well.’

  ‘Hmm, well, if you say so, I guess you know her better than me, but I can tell she doesn’t like me, so don’t expect us to be buddies ever.’