I Want (4 page)

Spotting the champagne cooler, Elle
quirked her eyebrow teasingly in William’s direction, “Another bottle of champagne,
Mr. Dexter?”

“Indeed, Miss Benedict. I have much
to celebrate of late.” He responded, raising her hand he still held within his
own, and placed a light kiss on the back of it.

Elle's cheeks coloured at his intended
implication that his recent moments with her were what he wished to celebrate.

“This is an exquisite location, William,”
Elle said, gesturing to the sumptuous table setting. “I love the ambience of
the lights.” She was in awe at the tiny fairy lights weaved into the trees
scattered around the garden, bouncing off reflective surfaces, into a glistening
dazzle of romantic vibes.

The evening progressed smoothly, as
each of them began to speak without restraint under the relaxed atmosphere, and
shared more of their past. William talked about how he lost his mother as a young
boy, when she developed septicaemia from an undiagnosed miscarriage, and then
his father to cancer five years ago. Elle divulged about her tenuous relationship
with both her parents, who were more interested in their careers than taking on
their parental responsibilities.

The harsh, emotional depths that the
topic of her parents evoked, dampened the earlier light-heartedness of the evening,
prompting Elle to drink more champagne than she would normally do. The excess
alcohol acting as a springboard, blasting off any final inhibitions from her
mind, she felt caused the earlier heated kisses to progress further than they
had.

With their leftovers and coffee cleared
away, and Mrs. Button relaxing in her quarters for the rest of the evening, Elle
took the momentous decision to place her body in the lap of a surprised William,
and proceeded to reignite their earlier tongue dance.

As the heat between them ratcheted
itself up to volcanic eruption status, William suggested they retired to the private
cosiness of the library. It was his favourite room of the house, and he had yet
to show it to her. He would have taken her straight up to the soft comfort of
his bedroom, but he thought that might send her running, and he wanted to
savour this uninhibited Elle for as long as possible.

He closed the door to the library behind
them firmly, and pulled her towards him. “Now, where were we?” He said, pressing
his lips to hers, his hands placed on her hips, drawing her as close against
him as their bodies would allow.

As their tongues teased each other,
he shifted their position, her back against the upper part of the door. His
palms sliding up from her hips, and onto her breasts as, he began to circle each
palm in a circular motion over the protruding nipples through her dress. Elle
let out a gasp, as the tingling that his touch induced began to spread through
her, arching her back in response.

“Mmm, do you like that?” He whispered,
as he moved his mouth to behind her ear, before nibbling on her lobe.

“Oh yes.” Her rising longing driving
the urgency she felt to touch him in return. Impatiently, she pulled out the
neatly tucked shirttails from his waistband, ripping the buttons off their
threads, as she parted the material to touch the washboard stomach hidden below.
She leaned over and pressed her lips to his exposed chest.

Stunned by this different side to Elle,
he felt torn between feeling utterly turned on, and concerned whether she might
regret things once the alcohol dispersed from her veins. “Are you sure you want
to do this?” He asked prudently.

“Yes, I want to do this.” She spoke
with such conviction, backing up her words with more amorous activity; he allowed
himself to put his slight apprehension to one side.

He slid his hands around her back,
and down to cup her soft arse, moulding her to him, as he ground his building erection
against her lower body. “Wrap your legs around me,” William instructed gutturally.
His hands acting as support under her bottom, and the light pressure of her
back still against the door, she obliged him instinctively.

Capturing her lips once more, he carried
her effortlessly over to the leather sofa, and placed her, lying down, on the
plump cushions. Moving to hover over her, one knee on the cushion between her
thighs, as his other leg levered support on the floor, allowing his hands easy
access to her apex.

All the while keeping eye contact,
he pushed her dress up to her waist. His fingers pulled at the thin elastic holding
up her thong, sliding the crotch area off to one side before sliding inside to
seek out the hidden pulsating clit. As his fingertips made contact, Elle
emitted a soft murmur of his name, lifting her hips upwards greedily, as they
swirled around the nub of flesh.

“Elle,” The desperate sound of her
name vibrated from his chest, as her hand caught him unaware, as it skimmed over
his erection, massaging it gently as she cupped it.

Feeling his need, she moved her hand
to the waistband, and began to unzip his trousers, freeing his bulging boxer
shorts, “Jesus.” There was a desperate breathlessness to his voice, as she
pulled the trousers roughly over his hips, the release of pressure nearly causing
him to spill there and then.

He hungrily pushed her back against
the cushion with the bulk of his body, as his mouth explored her feverishly, an
urgency of primal need sparking violently between them. 

Sliding down her body, he dragged himself
to a standing position, taking her thong with him. Casting the offending item
aside, he stepped out of trousers, flinging them carelessly over the nearby
footrest cushion. Coming back, he lifted her into his arms once more, as she
hooked her legs over his hips so as he sat down on the sofa her was facing him.

 As she shifted in his lap, placing
a leg either side of him, the friction of his raging hardness rubbed torturously
against the soft folds of her entrance. “Do you have any idea what you are
doing to me?” He groaned, burying his face in her hair before reclaiming her
lips. 

“Show me,” she pleaded, a low moan
escaping her throat.

Lifting herself off the sofa, Elle
impatiently pulled at his boxers, her hands gliding over his firm bottom, as the
material eased down his legs. Her eyes drank in the sight of his naked girth,
with a look of eager anticipation.

Reaching for her again, William pulled
her back onto his lap, her legs either side of him as his hands rested on her
hips, as he bent his head down to nuzzle the curved length of her neck with his
mouth. Lifting his caressing mouth from her collarbone, his hands began to
wander up past her ribs to her breasts, teasing the nipples beneath the dress
material and bra with his fingers, causing breathy gasps of pleasure to escape
her lips.

Her eager hips rotated rhythmically
against his groin, to ease the building pressure on her swollen clitoris where
her heated blood was pooling, as his lips moved to suck her now painful
hardened nipples, first left then right.

Moving one of his hands on to her hips
to still her flexing pelvis he spoke huskily, “Let’s get this off you, before I
rip it off.” Bringing his other hand down to her other hip, he gathered the
material upwards before tugging it swiftly above her head. Her eyes widened
with heightened yearning, as she kept eye contact with him, bending her elbows
back to unhook her bra. At the sight of her pert mounds springing free, William
exhaled a sharp breath, and leant closer to recommence caressing them, causing
Elle to tilt her head backwards, as she revelled in the tingle of pleasure, his
touch created deep within her core. 

“So beautiful,” he murmured, as he twirled his tongue and nipped
at her nipples softly with his teeth. His hands roamed south to the apex of her
thighs, sliding two fingers deep within her before pulling them in and out in a
sensuous rhythm, triggering a loud cry of joy from her mouth.

“Please William,” she begged

“Please what?”

“Please love me.”

The utterance was his undoing; he poised
her more central in his lap as he guided her downward onto his shaft, her
muscles contracting around his length, filling her perfectly. Unable to wait
any longer, he cupped under her bottom and plunged upwards into her wet warmth,
as she began moving downwards. Their rhythm soon matched intuitively, as they
kissed and stroked each other throughout, her climax building relentless and
fast, she cried for him to thrust harder.

So turned on by her responsiveness,
he pounded on and on, eking out every moment of her climax. Her inner walls
quivered against him, until he could not hold on any longer, crying her name,
muffling the volume, as he rested his head into her neck.

Breathless, they both knew they had
not experienced anything quite that powerful before, and it marked the beginning
of something that neither of them could resist.

May 2002

Elle was the first to stir; a silly
grin on her face, as she thought about the enjoyable way her and William had
completed their evening last night. Every available night, since Netherfields
had been spent together making love, before they drifted off to sleep, in
either London or Derbyshire.

 They had been dating for two
months, but their relationship had been moving at lightning pace, and he had surprised
her, just a few days ago, with an invitation to go with him on holiday.

She turned on her side, her hand supporting
her head, as she watched a still sleeping William beside her; her fingers of
her other hand crept up to his face, as she traced the outline of his lips with
their tips.

His lips moved into a slight smile.
"Good morning," he murmured. His eyes were still half shut, as his
hand caught
her fingers in his grasp, before they made their escape. He
pressed them up to his mouth once more; then his tongue and lips clamped around
them provocatively, sucking them for a moment. "Ohh…" a small whimper
escaped Elle's lips.

William’s eyes opened fully open now
"Well, Miss Benedict, I hope you are ready for our little adventure."
He leaned over and kissed her tenderly, before rising from the rumpled sheets. "Ideally
we need to leave in 45 minutes."

All William had told her of their destination
was that she would need a varied range of clothing, from bikinis and shorts, to
eveningwear.

True to their
plans, each with a large suitcase in the boot of his car, they departed down the
drive. William had arranged for Edward to take them so the car would return to
the house for the duration of their absence.

When the first mystery destination
was close by, William turned to Elle, and persuaded her to don a blindfold, so not
to spoil the surprise. As they arrived, William helped her from the car, and
guided her to the next mode of transport: his own helicopter.

He had purchased it only recently,
after finding out from Cate, through his brother, Evan, that Elle had never experienced
a ride in one. With her appreciation of nature and sprawling landscapes, he
knew she would like the glorious views that the English countryside had to
offer from the air.

Once he had her safely belted into
a seat, he removed the blindfold to await her response. It took her a few moments
to adjust her vision to the light at first; she looked around in awe, her face
displaying a nervous grin. The interior was made up of five large, white
leather, armchair styled chairs set against black-and-white leather bound internal
framework. It spoke of expense, and opulence.

"Wow, this is wonderful, Will."
She leaned forward, as much as her seat belt would allow, as she peered out of
the small window.

The blades began whirring around noisily
on the top of the magnificent machine, as they began to lift off the helipad.

Reaching for a headset behind her head,
William said, "Put these on, to protect your ears from the noise."

She spent most of the trip looking
back and forth, from the window to William, as he pointed out varying points of
interest, in the distance. She felt like a child experiencing something for the
first time, as she drank in the views, enjoying the vast changes in landscapes as
they left Derbyshire, and moved south across Warwickshire, Oxfordshire and Berkshire.

The River Thames would serve as their
guide for the rest of the way through to their final point in central London.
They finally landed, just under an hour or so later, at a helipad within the
borough of Battersea.

As they stepped a safe distance away
from the helicopter, as it set off once more, Elle pressed herself into him,
her hands running over his muscular chest thoughtfully. "Thank you; this
has been the perfect start to my day." Her lashes fluttered shyly, as she
gazed up at the man with whom she was fast falling in love. She was thrilled;
he went to the trouble of doing something different from just travelling down
by car.

"You are most welcome," He
spoke softly, his hot breath on her face, as the electricity sparked between them
once again.

Taking her hand, William led her to
a waiting vehicle. "Come, let’s head off to my next surprise."

The drive from the helipad in Battersea,
into an exclusive marina harbour complex, would have taken a few minutes except
for the slow-moving  city traffic, but Elle did not notice, as she was too
absorbed in snuggling up to William, as she showed him with spontaneous kisses
of gratitude.