“Finished?” He teased, eyes dancing in the light from the moon and the candles. Jeanne grinned and sat up to put her glass back, and he watched her, his cock hard again. She blushed at his intense gaze and bit her lip, and he sat up, pulling her to him, leaning back against a stone post and she felt his cock press insistently against her as she sat on him. Laughing and kissing they let their hands roam over each other’s bodies, until they were both breathless and he lifted her slightly so she could guide him into her. Wrapping her legs around him, they held each other tight as they kissed, hips barely moving, but every now and then a dart of pleasure would shoot through them making them catch their breath and laugh, blushing.
Slowly, very slowly but surely, the heat between them built and, frustrated at not being able to move properly, Aramis rolled them both onto the ground again, barely breaking his thrusting rhythm and hooked her thigh up so he could watch as his cock went in and out, glistening and wet in the moonlight, before she groaned impatiently and pulled him back down, kissing him and wrapping her legs around his hips, tilting and thrusting and meeting him, wanting him to finally lose control and fuck her properly. Jeanne gave up trying to hold out, trying to please him, all she could do was react to the way his cock felt sliding in and out, his tongue in her mouth , on her neck, teeth on her ear and shoulder and his breath hot as he grunted with the effort of self-control over pleasure.
“Do it” She gasped, digging her nails into his buttocks and forcing him into a faster, harder rhythm, “just fucking let go for once”
She let out a cry of deep pleasure as smiling down at her, eyes glazed and unfocussed and biting his own lip he let go and Jeanne felt him shiver and shake as he tried to thrust harder, for once losing himself, unaware of anything but the pounding in his ears, his heart racing and the feel of her as she clung onto him just as eager and wild as he was. Their bodies were slick with sweat now and she bit down on his shoulder as her orgasm shook her violently, causing her to cry out and he felt her tighten around him over and over again and followed her quickly and loudly into his own.
Lying exhausted they laughed, and after a while Aramis bent to lick the sweat from between her breasts and sunk lower down her body, eager to lick her clean again. Jeanne shuddered with pleasure as he took what he wanted from her, eager to taste them both again, and before long he had satisfied himself that there was no more left, that the wetness was all her again.
How looked up and saw she was lost in her pleasure again, so he continued, gently again before sliding back up and into her and kissing her, his tongue sliding into her mouth as his cock slid into her and they fucked again, but slower, taking their time to explore and to savour each other.
They dressed and Aramis wrapped Jeanne’s cloak around her, before they lay back down in each other’s arms and fell asleep.
Aramis woke to birdsong and the sun on his face. Sitting up and looking around, he realised Jeanne had helped herself to some wine and a little bread and cheese. He looked around quickly, wondering where she was, then, realising she had gone, sat back down heavily, head in his hands for a while wondering why she had left without saying goodbye.
He gathered up the burnt down candles and packed everything away in the basket again. Putting his belts and jacket on, he saw she had left his glove on top of the stone post. Going to it, he smiled, before holding it in his teeth as he buckled himself up and put his jacket on.
Dressing quickly, he looked around for her, hoping to catch her, but on leaving the maze, saw only his friends standing under the tree with the horses, ready to ride to Kate’s house.
Bending his head to check his breeches were done up, he frowned and held his glove up to his nose, inhaled deeply and grinned, the smell of them both was on it. Shaking his head, he laughed as he remembered how she had turned her back a little whilst dressing after they had fucked the second time and realized what she had done.
Sitting in the carriage opposite Eliza and Henri, who were in their own lover’s world; Jeanne looked politely out the window at the passing fields and grinned, glad she had been able to return his glove to him almost as good as new.
Le end. 