WARNING. MATURE SCENE.

Samuel.

"Maree. Don't stop me." Samuel pushed her against the wall of hay bales. "I want you here."

"Someone might see," she whispered.

"They won't. Edmond and his parents have gone into the village. Your husband is asleep as usual. The staff are huddled around the fire in the kitchen. They won't come out unless they have too." Samuel sucked on her earlobe. "Be a good girl and lift your skirts."

"No." Maree tried to shove him away. "I've turned you into a monster."

Sam laughed. He untied the bow on her low-cut bodice, and then put his mouth on her creamy white skin where her corset pushed her breasts into mounds. "You've turned me into a man. Isn't that what you wanted?"

"Something I regret." Maree tried to wriggle from his hold, a grin on her face. "You are insatiable."

"I can't help it. You're all I think about." Sam finished unlacing her bodice and pushed the fabric apart. He watched her face as he tweaked her nipple with his thumb and forefinger. Her eyelids drooped as she gasped. Sam smiled and murmured, "Lift your skirts, Maree." She was playing games with him. He knew it, but was growing impatient so in a firmer voice said, "Now, my lady."

Putting on snooty pose and turning her head away, she said, "I won't, Samuel."

"Oh well." Sam cocked his head and smirked. "It looks like I'll have to do it myself." He let go of her. Bent down, grabbed the hem of her skirt and lifted it so fast she didn't know what was happening.

"I said no." Maree let out a giggle and tried to slap him. He ducked, pushed his body against hers to keep her skirt in place, and then lifted her arms above her head and took hold of her wrists in one hand. Once he had her where he wanted her, Samuel touched her face and looked into her beautiful brown eyes.

"You haven't said no to me in ten days. Why now? Though, I'm not sure how serious your no is."

Maree swallowed, of course she wanted him. This was their last night together. She had taught him well; he had grown in confidence and knew every button to press. He was doing it now and she was certain he was aware of it. In all seriousness, she had wanted to see how he would react if she rejected him. She hadn't expected him to turn it into a game that she was enjoying. She decided not to answer him and see what his next steps would be.

Samuel saw the glint in her eyes. If she wasn't going to answer then he wasn't going to wait. He reached down and put his hand under her skirt. She was slick and wet. He trailed his finger lightly around her orb.

"Sam..." Maree gasped and jerked backwards.

"Open for me." He sucked on her lobe and let the warmth of his words lick her throat as he pushed his finger over her swollen nub before thrusting it inside of her. "Now," he growled against her mouth.

"Oh..." The sound of his deep voice shocked her. Maree obeyed and relaxed her thigh muscles to give him access.

Samuel used three fingers to cup her core. He drove them backwards and forwards until his fingers dripped with her essence. He took her breast into his mouth; her nipple cold from being exposed. The coolness tantalised his tongue. He let go of her hands so his were free to wander. Maree clutched his shoulders as he took her skirts in both hands and pushed them higher. He lifted her to sit on the nearest bale of hay, and then parted her legs.

Using her hands to support herself, Maree let her head flop back. "Samuel," she gasped. "You are so good at this."

He let his trousers drop, took her by the ankles and pulled her closer. "Watch," he commanded. "I want you to watch."

She lifted her head as his drove his length slowly inside of her. "Harder... please..." she begged.

"No..." Samuel groaned. "I'm the man. I'm in control."

Maree smiled at his words; his tone masterful. "Yes..." she gasped. "You are..."

Sam continued his steady rhythm. She moaned softly with each gently stroke, her eyes closed, her plump red lips slightly parted. He reached out and put his hand on the back of her head, lifting it higher. "Watch, Maree. I want you to watch me take you."

She did as he asked. Samuel gripped her hips and drove himself fully inside of her. "Ah..."

Maree dragged in a large breath of air and pushed herself higher so she could see him bury himself deep within to withdraw, and then drive himself forward once more. It felt so good. Watching him heightened her desire. "Oh... Samuel..." She tensed, tried to lift her hips so he could go deeper. Her core convulsed. Her legs went weak as their bodies throbbed in unison.

Samuel gripped her backside and rammed into her one last time as release drained him.

"Maree ..." He flung his head back and looked up at the roof of the old barn, and then chuckled as he tried to catch his breath. This was the best holiday he'd ever had. Samuel sucked in more air and looked down at her. Maree's legs were spread wide, her breasts exposed, her hair stuck with straw and he, still buried deep inside of her. Samuel knew he would probably never see her again. This beautiful woman who had taught him how to fuck. "Thank-you," he whispered as he pulled her up to sit properly before drawing her blouse together. "Thank-you, Maree. I don't know how to repay you for teaching me how to be a man."

Tears trickled over her lashes. Maree touched his face with her fingers and stared into his black eyes. "There is much more to being a man than just fucking, Samuel. I'm sure one day you will learn them all." She put her arms around his neck and her lips to his. "Remember me, Samuel," she whispered. "That's all I ask." She stroked his face and smiled. "Stay beautiful, Sammy. Stay kind, and remember me with fondness." 

Goodbye Maree.  I'm sure Sam will never forget you xo

Do you think he will heed her words?

Next week we move forward a year.  I wonder if Shay will  do well at her lessons or if she will still be living at Lytton House?  And what will Samuel be up to?

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