by Rose, taylor
“Is there something wrong with me?’ Sophia heard herself say in a voice that was not so confident.
“No way.” Brandon came back down so that his weight was balanced on his elbows as he lay on top of her. He took up his position of suckling her nipples. When they were erect his hands started to stroke her ribs and stomach. It was in random patterns and the touch was so soft that it was like a feather. It sent goose bumps all over Sophia’s skin. His mouth started to follow his hand with the lightest of kisses. He had kissed Sophia all the way to her center. She suddenly realized where he was going with his mouth. She sat up quickly and was so embarrassed. She had never had this sort of thing………She had never done this. Brandon looked up at her “Don’t you like this?’
“Uh, I don’t really know…..Oh God.” And she fell back on the bed and closed her eyes.
Again Brandon came up to face her, resting on his elbows. “Have you never done this?”
“No. I’m sorry I’m not all that experienced at this. I’ve never pretended to be a woman of the world and I don’t want to disappoint you.” She was looking him straight in the eyes and she was wearing a pleading look. Brandon looked at Sophia through veiled eyes. He looked at her face, looked at her eyes. “I asked you earlier if you would trust me……You said that you would. Then trust me, please. I won’t hurt you but I want you to remember this.” He started to kiss his way back down her body. And the tingling began again for Sophia.
He put his hands under her buttocks and lifted so that her core was made more available to his mouth. He started by kissing her inner thighs and working his way around. She knew she was wet and wondered if that would be off putting. Suddenly she felt herself being moved across the bed until her legs were over the edge and her buttocks was on the edge of the mattress. Brandon was sitting on the floor and he went for the assault. His tongue licked her sex and he used his hands on her legs to spread them. Sophia was overwhelmed with sensations she thought that she was going to explode. Then he sucked on her most private area. She couldn’t help but move her hips. Brandon took a hand off one of her legs and placed in on her stomach and for some reason that escalated the sensations. She could feel herself losing control……..completely. Sophia crumpled and exploded all at once. Brandon watched her and didn’t think he could hold himself for another second. But he had to. After a moment he asked “Am I guessing correctly that you haven’t done that before either?”
Sophia felt so relaxed “What? Um, no never.”
“Wow, well….then. We better do that again. Don’t move I’ll be back in a minute”
Sophia sat up on her elbows. "What?" Where are you going?”
“Oh that’s even better. Do not move a muscle.” Looking at her on the edge of the bed made his steps into the next room all the more difficult because he was walking away from her.
And Brandon disappeared into the next bedroom. He came back with a single package.
“Oh I didn’t think of that.” Said Sophia,
Brandon stood on the side of the bed and looked at Sophia. “Don’t move from there I want you to see this. I believe that watching is as much a turn on for you as for me.” And with that he fell back down on the floor and resumed his tongue action. Sophia couldn’t believe how intense the feelings were and it was a complete turn on to watch him. Within seconds she could feel her orgasm building. Sophia called out his name. It was more of a plea. He continued to suck on her nub and she couldn’t stop watching. And she crumpled…….again.
“Oh God. What are you doing to me?” She said as she fell back on the bed.
Brandon joined her on the bed and stroked her stomach with his feather touches. She started to come back around.
“If you even think of doing that to me again I will hit you.”
“Why…..I thought that you kind of liked it”
“Oh that was good. Incredible. I have never ever……..felt that before.”
Brandon growled out “Come here…….”
She slid up the bed and he climbed on top of her using his knees to move Sophia’s legs apart. She took in the sheer size of him. He was perfect. His defined muscles were exquisite.
He removed his boxers and put on the protection. Then he was at her entrance. He started to rub himself against her. Sophia moved to accommodate him and she marveled that she was able to do so because he was sizeable. He entered her slowly at first with slow movements and draw back to her entrance before entering her again, but Sophia moved so that she took more of him. She found her legs wrapping around him forcing him to drive his shaft deeper. Sophia felt yet another orgasm building. Brandon gritted his teeth and said “You are not playing fair…..” and continued to thrust, hard. He felt her building and he barely held it together long enough to get her there again. He felt the first spasms and with two more thrusts and Sophia unfolding around him and he finally let himself go. He saw spots before his eyes and the room spun. Her body was still tingling when she opened her eyes and saw Brandon looking intently at her face. Sophia tried to read his expression but she couldn’t think very clearly let alone try to work out his thoughts at that moment. Finally she said
“I’m sorry…… I’m probably not as good as you’re used to.” Feeling embarrassed by her lack of real experience.
“You have got to be kidding. That was unbelievable.” Brandon was still perched up on his elbows but put his chin on her chest. He was still looking into her face. “Can I ask you a question?”
“I guess…… do I have to give you an answer?’
Brandon laughed at that and moved off her and lay by her side. Throwing the duvet over them both and moved to put one of his arms under her head and placed the other between her breasts and turned her head to look at him. She had a rather glassy look on her face. This made him smile. Sophia was so refreshing, in that she didn’t try to act all fake.
“Was that good for you?” Brandon asked then laughed again. “No, don’t answer that I think I already know. Have you never had an orgasm before?”
Sophia wanted to put a pillow over her head. She knew her sexual experience was very limited and nothing had ever prepared her for what Brandon had just done, nor how easy it seemed to happen. There was no denying that he knew his way around female antimony which made Sophia feel a little sad that this was probably just another notch in his collection but she couldn’t deny that she was pleased to have experienced what just happened.
She couldn’t pretend to be something that she was not. She was not a player or a woman about town. She was a woman who had not had sex for over 6 years. “No. I haven’t ever done that.”
“Wow. Well I’m honored.” Brandon said and started stroking her face.
Suddenly he moved and had his weigh on top of her. If Sophia didn’t trust him the speed of the move might have frightened her. He was both tall and very well built yet moved with the speed of a snake. With a cheeky grin on his face he said “Let’s do that again.”
She joined him with a girlish giggle which was quietened by a soft knock on the door.
“Damn it.” said Brandon. “I guess I’ll have to survive with a rain check.” With that he moved off her but not before he moved his aroused shaft up against her which caused Sophia to melt against him with a groan escaping from her lips. Harold’s voice came from Brandon’s room through the still open entrance.
“I’m sorry My Lady but you’ll both have to get up. If you want time for a shower, breakfast and be at the start of the hunt. After all it is tradition for a Birmingham to see off the hunters, My Lady.”
“OK Harold we’ll be down shortly.” Sophia called out from the bed whilst trying to keep a steady voice whilst Brandon trailed kissed over her throat. “Now who is not playing fair?” she murmured with a throaty voice.
Harold’s voice called out again “Brandon, no hanky panky between now and breakfast please. The Lady is needed elsewhere.”
Now it was Sophia’s turned to laugh heartily as Brandon’s head jerked up.
&n
bsp; “I feel like I’ve been sprung be your Dad, doing something I shouldn’t be doing.” He said.
He jumped out of bed stretching out a hand towards Sophia totally unashamed that he was erect and standing there with not a stitch of clothing on. “If you don’t get moving I will not be responsible for your lateness.”
Sophia reluctantly swung her feet out of bed and attempted to not feel embarrassed by her own nakedness as she headed for the shower. Suddenly she was grabbed by the wrist and slammed into a wall of muscle. Brandon lifted her off her feet and kissed her with such passion that she was unable to remember why they were out of bed. When he put her feet on the ground he had to hold onto Sophia for a moment whilst her legs stopped wobbling.
“I think it would be a very good idea that I not join you in the shower. Not that I don’t want to.” He said stepping back and displaying his erection. “But we might miss the entire hunt, so you have your shower, I’ll have mine and we’ll meet in the kitchen where there are other people to make us behave. Does that sound like a plan?”
All Sophia could do was nod her head. She had to stop focusing on the vision of his erection and his body. God he was perfect. She found herself being turned around and gently being pushed in the direction of the bathroom. As she walked through the door she turned around to find him staring at her. A lazy smile on his face, “Just so you know, I am thinking wicked thoughts right now.” He said.
“Well I’m thinking that you should join me in the shower” she threw back “because if two showers are going upstairs then the hot water is not so good.” She shrugged her shoulders and suddenly felt very vulnerable. What if he said no? How humiliating. He walked towards her and lifted her chin so that she was forced to look him in the eye. “You have no idea how much of me wants to do exactly that……… but we have a hunt to go to and we will have plenty of time to fool around later.” He kissed her on the forehead and turned away. “Besides I will not be using any hot water in my shower, so knock your socks off.”
Chapter Nineteen
There were about 320 horses assembled outside the front of the manor house with a rather large pack of dogs roaming around the horse’s legs. Brandon had to begrudgingly admit that it was quite a sight. He could feel the excitement in the air and was surprised with the amount of other people that were milling around the front. There must have been about five or six hundred people here to watch the start. One of the women from last night’s dinner had sidled up to Brandon on one of the biggest horses he had ever seen to explain to him what was to happen. Apparently there was a photography group to capture action shots of the horses and riders as they went over the fences and jumps. The press was there as well, taking photos. Most of the riders were drinking brandy, which was supposed to be part of the tradition as well. No wonder the photography club have a good chance to get some action shots, the riders will be as drunk as skunks, thought Brandon.
He was immensely glad to see that a long lanky lad was stretching off to the side of the pack. Brandon had ascertained from another member of the Brandon fan club that Lanky Lad, as he would forever be known, was given a 25 minute head start and according to the hunt master would be shot on sight if the hounds caught up with him. Brandon had to smile as he imagined the look on the young man’s face when that was announced. Lanky Lad was striding off across the paddock jumping a sizeable fence before disappearing over a creek. The hunters were making a good effort to not noticing the direction of his departure, perhaps due to the Ports and Brandy’s being consumed.
Just then Brandon’s instinct made him turn to look around the side of the house just in time to see Sophia walk into view. She was the most beautiful women he had even seen. He still couldn’t believe how last night, well this morning, had turned out. Not at all what he had expected and yet here she was striding towards the group, looking every bit the Lady of the Manor with Harold trotting along beside her, talking rapidly. Brandon had to remind himself that he was a successful business man who had accumulated vast assets and funds because at that precise moment he felt like a teenage boy who had been sprung in an inappropriate position for the first time. The realization that it had been a life time since he had felt so renewed and fresh and the best part was that he had at least another week of Sophia. Now that made him really smile.
Sophia walked up to Brandon whose face had just broken into a huge smile. Sophia stopped by his side feeling very unsure of herself. She couldn’t look at him for fear that her face would give her away.
“I don’t know how to act now.” said Sophia as she continued to look straight ahead.
“How do you mean?”
“Well do I act all casual and brush off this morning or do I now announce to the world that we are doing something. I don’t really know …… I’m pretty rusty with this sort of thing. You may have to spell it out for me because I have no idea.” Sophia knew that she was babbling and breathing rather heavily but she still couldn’t look at him directly.
Brandon, however, couldn’t take his eyes off her. He watched how hard this was for her to admit how she was feeling. He also couldn’t believe that a woman who was so capable and successful was so unsure of her power over him.
He took a deep breath. “What do you want this to be?” He asked.
Then immediately put his hand on her arm. “No, don’t answer that. That is unfair of me. I’ll tell you exactly what I want…….”
Just then the Hunt Master rode up on another giant of a horse. Are all British horses ridiculously big? Brandon would have to ask. The Hunt Master gave Sophia a glass of port which most of the riders had already consumed several glasses thereof. Yes, thought Brandon he could see why the photo-club was here to get shots of this. Brandon was thinking of the odds of any of them making it over the first jump in tact or at least remaining in the saddle. Sophia excused herself and went to stand on the front steps to run through a series of announcements, an odd sounding blessing, and then announced that the hunt was to commence. The Hunt Master sounded his horn, which from close proximity just about deafened Brandon. Within a split second chaos reigned supreme as hounds started howling and jumping around whilst horses began to prance about trying to get going. The next minute the horses galloped off over the fields, jumping over gates then over a creek embankment before they went thundering over the horizon. Brandon found the whole sight quite extraordinary, as though he had stepped back in time. He could also understand the huge crowd that had come up to the start to see the horses and hounds set off. The mass exit of vehicles and on foot spectators that followed the Hunt around the countryside was also worth staying to see. The sound lasted for a few moments longer. Brandon turned to look at Sophia. She looked so wistful and far away. Then it hit him, snippets of conversations and Harold’s talk on the stairs last night. Brandon walked over and took Sophia’s hand in his. She squeezed his hand but still didn’t look at him.
“You miss riding, don’t you?” Brandon asked quietly.
“Yes, it becomes very clear each year that yet another year has gone by and I have still not sat on a horse. At this rate, I’ll never get back in the saddle.”
“Can I ask what is stopping you?” Brandon asked quietly.
“I don’t really know. I’m terrified that if I get hurt, break something or worse than Lilly will……” she trailed off.
“I’ve heard you were quite the rider, that you could handle any horse. Surely you have a horse here that has three broken legs, is blind in both eyes and is too fat to move with any speed?” He watched her finally turn towards him with a smile on her face. “Start off on something that is steady…..” He shrugged his shoulders. He wasn’t sure if he was being helpful or not. So he just turned back to listen to the receding noise.
After a moment of silence Sophia seemed to come out of her reverie squeezed Brandon’s hand and said “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“You are the first person in years that have offered any ounce of encouragement for me to ride again
. I should just do it, shouldn’t I?”
“Yes. Do you have an abovementioned horse?”
“No. But I was stupidly looking at an Irish Hunter a little while ago that I thought I would love to get my hands on. But I didn’t pursue it and he was too good to still be available.” She shrugged at that. “You were saying something before you were interrupted by a noisy Hunt horn.” She said.
“Ah, yes……… I was saying. ……..Um….. I want to….”
“You know you never struck me as the type of man who stumbles through his words. I don’t know why but you always look like you’re in charge. So take a deep breath and split it out, Yankee boy.”
“Gee, don’t hold back…….. Righto bossy boots. I think that you have not been treated the way a lady should be treated. At least not for a very long time, if at all.” He held up a finger when she started to open her mouth, which she closed. “I’m not talking about titles. I’m talking about you, as a woman. I want to take you out on dates and dinner and I’ll even sit through Opera, if you want. Actually I don’t mind the Opera or fine dining.”
