Having been invited to Cobham Hall, Emily asked Helen to be her chaperon. When their carriage arrived outside the stately home, Edward was waiting to meet them. Emily looked out of the window and instantly recognized the place that she had visited with her father a few years ago.
Emily, Helen, how nice to see you. Thank you for coming to Cobham Hall. He took Emily's hand and held it to his lips. They looked each other in the eyes and smiled, a loving smile. Come inside and take tea with me, he said.
They drank tea and talked about the weather and other mundane subjects until Edward began to find Helen's presence irritating. He called his sister who Helen knew. Helen would you like go into the garden with Mary? It's such a nice day. Helen looked at Emily, who nodded her approval.
Emily, he said once Helen and his sister had left. How I have longed to see you again. I have thought about nothing else but you since we first met at Carruthers.
And I you Edward. I have missed you too.
He stood up and sat next to her on the sofa. I am in love with you Emily.
Emily pouted at him, and he kissed her. When he pulled back, Emily took his lapel and tugged him towards her again for more. And I am in love with you, Edward, she whispered.
Edward looked out of the window and saw Helen and his sister setting off on a walk of the grounds. Come with me, my dear, he said. Emily looked at him quizzically.
If you want me to follow you to your bedroom, I will only do so if you promise to marry me.
I promise, I will marry you, there is nothing I want more than to spend the rest of my life with you.
Emily stood up and followed him upstairs. If Helen came back, she would have to wait for her, she thought. She was good enough to keep her mouth closed and not tell her aunt.
The bedroom Edward took her to wasn't large or overly luxurious, it was intimate. The fire was lit and the afternoon sunlight shone through the window. The bed was a small four-poster covered in white linen. There was room for a small chest of drawers and an easy chair.
So this is your private retreat, Emily said, impressed by the ambiance.
Yes, I like this room. Most of all I like the bed, it's very comfortable.
Emily sat on the edge and tested it. Indeed, it is, very comfortable.
He took her hand and pulled her to her feet again. I love you, Emily, and I want you. They kissed, a passionate kiss that left them both gasping for breath. He stepped back and looked at her. Her blue eyes shone in expectation, and her face was slightly flushed with excitement. He kissed her again, this time, his hands snapping open the buttons on the back of her dress. When he'd finished, he pushed the dress back from her shoulders. Her breasts sprang free, and he bent down and kissed her nipples. Emily held her breath and closed her eyes. What he was doing was making her more excited than she had ever been before. She had on the odd occasion explored her own body, and even brought herself to orgasm, but her climaxes had been devoid of the kind of passion he was creating in her now.
She had never seen a naked man before, and she was curious. When she looked down at him, she could see his manhood outlined in his trousers. She couldn't resist, and she placed her hand on him. She was surprised by how hard it was and how it seemed to move when she touched it. Sensing she was eager, Edward unfastened his trousers and dropped them to his ankles. Emily now had access to his naked flesh, and she wanted to explore it. She ran her hands over his thighs and onto his buttocks, they felt heavy and taught. As her hands returned to the front of him, she began to play with his balls. She loved the feeling of them. Everything on her body was smooth and delicate but his sack was rough to touch and the hairs coarse. She loved the contrast of their bodies. She moved her hand to his shaft and was amazed how hard it was. She had no idea what to do, but instinct told her to stroke up and down, and when she did his moans confirmed she'd made the right decision.
They undressed each other, taking their time. When they were both naked Edward picked her up and placed her gently on the bed. As he lowered her, Emily took hold of his shaft and pulled it towards her. When she licked the tip, he dropped her, turned her to him and pushed her legs open. What he did next, Emily could never have imagined would please her so much. His tongue found her womanhood making her scream. Two minutes later she was straining against his mouth as her orgasm crashed over her. As her breathing slowed down, he climbed on top of her and placed himself at her entrance. When he pushed into her, she moaned and pawed at the bed sheets. When he was fully in her, she felt for the first time in her life what it was like to be filled by a man.
His thrusts took her breath away, and soon she began to pant again. He cupped her face and kissed her. Her complexion was flushed with the effort of their love-making and her neck damp. As she moved her head from side to side, he increased the pressure of his thrusts and bent down to take a nipple in his mouth. Emily came again, thrusting her legs around him and grinding her pelvis against his. She was quite exhausted, but the feelings he was awakening in her were so strong and pleasurable that she didn't want it to end. Edward was finding it difficult not to come. She was so beautiful, he'd had to close his eyes on occasions. Every time he looked at her face, her breasts and down to the soft thighs that cradled her pubic hair, he felt driven to the edge. Now he was unable to prolong it any longer. Emily gasped as he pounded her harder. When he called out her name, she felt a gush of warmth deep inside her, and it felt wonderful. What she'd liked most about the whole experience was how much she'd turned him on.