Timeless Desire (4 page)

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Emily
wanted to grab them and put them back in again. George raised his eyebrows, and
she felt heat rushing to her cheeks.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” he said, grinning
widely. “Because I think it sounds rather fun.”

She’d totally written off anything happening between
them because of their working relationship, but as they stood there in the now silent
and ghost-free library, the spark flared up again and burned hotter than it had
before. There was no mistaking the flirtatious intent in his words, and Emily
could think of no better way to erase the weird and traumatic events of the
evening than with him.

Smiling back at George, Emily said, “Well in that
case, why wait until tomorrow?” She glanced at her watch. “Why don’t we have
some fun now? Does Mrs. Thompson ever come back once she’s left?”

“No, never.
I think she has her dinner then gets tucked up in bed
with a cup of cocoa and reads romance novels until she goes to sleep. Bless
her.”

“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with cocoa and romance
novels.”

He held his hands up
placatingly
.
“Of course not.
Now get up those ladders. I’ll pass
you the books and then we can put this desk to better use.” He followed up with
a saucy wink that sent heat rushing through Emily’s body.

She retrieved a spare pair of gloves and handed them
to George, then donned her own.

Between the two of them, they put the library back to
normal in record time, spurred on by the thought of what they were going to do
next. Emily had to force herself to concentrate—the last thing she wanted to do
was drop one of the books when she was standing at the top of the ladder.
Despite the carpeted floor, she didn’t even want to contemplate the kind of
damage that could do.

Finally, as she opened the curtains and packed her
bags, George wheeled the ladder across the room and back into its hidey hole.
Then, snapping off his gloves, George said, “Right, job done. Now come here.”

Emily knew she should probably be worried about them
getting caught, but she wasn’t. Selfishly, she just wanted comfort, sexy
comfort, and to forget about her spirit-banishing evening. Well, that and to
find out if George looked as good naked as he did with clothes on.

Soon, Emily got all of those things. She did as she
was told, joining George next to the great wooden desk. Immediately, he grabbed
her hand and pulled her closer, so her body was pressed against his.

As she looked into George’s gorgeous brown eyes and
enjoyed the hardness of him—all of him—squashed against her, she couldn’t think
of
anywhere she’d rather be.

“At the risk of sounding clichéd,” George said,
putting his hands on her hips and slowly sliding them around to her arse, “I’ve
wanted you since I first saw you. I was actually planning on asking you out—once
I’d made sure you were single—but nothing seems to have gone to plan tonight,
does it?”

Emily shook her head.
“Nope.
And I don’t normally sleep with guys on the first date, let alone the non-date.
But I guess these are extenuating circumstances.
Or
something.”

“Mmm.
Or something.”

George leaned
down,
capturing
Emily’s lips in a kiss which made her extremely grateful he was holding her up.
She wasn’t sure she’d be able to stay on her feet otherwise. He was slow,
gentle, and very, very sensual. As his tongue slid between her lips and sought
hers out, Emily felt her pussy grow thick and heavy with want. Wrapping her
arms around his broad frame, she found that her hands were at about the right
height to rest on his arse—perfect.

Cupping his firm buttocks and pulling him even more
tightly to her, Emily upped the pace on their kiss. Already the unpleasantness,
the sadness, of the evening was receding into the recesses of her mind, and her
body was encouraging her to enjoy the here and now.

Breaking off the kiss suddenly, Emily opened her eyes
to see George looking confused—and worried. She smiled, giving his buttocks a
playful squeeze. “Don’t worry, I haven’t changed my mind. I just think that we’re
wearing far too many clothes. Don’t you?”

Looking down, he nodded. “I’d agree with that. Okay, I’ll
show you mine if you show me yours.”

“More clichés!”
Emily laughed, but she was already tugging at her
shoes.

“Shut up and get
naked, woman.”

“Race you!”

With that, George and Emily embarked on a mad rush to
get their clothes off. George won—not having a bra to deal with—and he watched
Emily hungrily as she dropped her last remaining garments to the floor. She
flashed him a wicked grin as she noted that he didn’t look as good naked as he
did clothed. He looked better, much better.

Emily shuffled back so her buttocks were leaning
against the chilly edge of the desk, and beckoned him.

“So,” George said, moving forward and pulling her in
for a kiss, “what’s this about working me hard? Making me beg for mercy?”

“Well,” she dropped a kiss on his lips, “the
hard
bit is certainly coming to
fruition.” She slipped a hand between their bodies and squeezed his now
fully-erect cock to prove her point. “And as for the begging for mercy part,
well, you’ll just have to wait and see, won’t you? We’ve got hours before we
have to leave. I don’t have anything else to do between now and then, do you?”

“I don’t,” George replied, sliding his hands down
Emily’s sides and gripping her rear. Emily grew wetter at the thought of those
big hands pleasuring her. “But if I did, you can rest assured I’d cancel
whatever I was doing. I have plans for you and that beautiful backside of yours
which don’t involve leaving this room.”

“Mmm,” Emily replied, “now is that a threat or a
promise?”

Suddenly, George picked her up and placed her on the
desk, moving between her thighs and spreading them wide. He stroked his thick
cock against her vulva and leaned down to whisper in her ear.

“Definitely a
promise.”

“Good,” she purred, rocking her hips and slicking her
juices up and down his shaft. “So why don’t you deliver on that promise?”

“I intend to.” Slanting his lips over hers, he engaged
her in a kiss so filled with need that it made her dizzy with lust. Her cunt
felt molten, and was aching to be filled. So when he pulled away and bent to
retrieve a condom from his wallet, she didn’t protest. She wanted him
rubbered
up and ready to go, pronto.

Raking her gaze over his delicious body, she wondered
how on earth things had gone from ghostly to naughty in the space of a half an
hour. Then she decided she didn’t really care. It had been way too long since
she’d had fun like this, let lust rule her, and she intended to make the most
it.

The snap of latex brought Emily back to the present,
and she watched, grinning, as George secured the condom at the base of his dick,
then moved back between her thighs.

“Hello gorgeous,” he said, grasping his cock and
aiming the head at her entrance. “You ready for me?”

“Fuck, yes,” she said, surprised that she already
sounded so breathless. “I want you in me now, George, and I want you hard and
fast. I’ve no idea how you’ve turned me into such a sex-mad slut, but I
kinda
like it.”

“I like it too,” he growled, then pressed his lips to
hers and slipped his tongue into her mouth at the same time as he entered her
pussy.

The symmetry wasn’t lost on Emily, and she gave
herself over to pleasure, slipping her arms around George’s neck and holding on
tight as he began to fuck her.
Hard, as she’d requested, then
harder.
She was soon incredibly glad they were the only two people in
the enormous building, because her pants and groans had morphed into shrieks
and cries of pure delight. They grew louder as George’s cock and the nimble
fingers he’d applied to her clit did their work, carrying her closer and closer
to a much-needed climax.

It wasn’t long before the climax hit, crashing through
her body and sending her spiraling into complete and utter bliss. She was
barely aware of the man between her thighs any more, as she enjoyed the
unrivaled pleasure.
Reveled in it.
Let it carry her
away into a pleasant and hazy place inside her head, where only ecstasy
mattered.

After a little while, George forced her awareness back
to him. The last vestiges of her release had ebbed away, and it seemed he was
working towards his own. He now had both hands back on her bum, and his fingers
dug so tightly into her skin that she was sure she’d be left with marks. But
she didn’t
care,
they’d be a kinky reminder. And
perhaps he’d add to them, maybe several times, before she finished the project
at Westbury. She hoped so.

Her cunt continued to flutter around George’s dick as
he fucked her hard, and she slipped her hand between her thighs, wondering if
she could tease another orgasm out of her body before he was done. In fact, she
was determined she would.

The last thought that went through Emily’s head before
she tumbled into the frenzy of her second climax was that although the
situation with William had been upsetting, she was glad it had happened. After
all, his timeless desire for Jane had brought her and George together. And
although she didn’t know if their desire would last a day, a month, a year or
longer, William’s situation had truly driven something home for her: take each
opportunity for happiness as it comes, because you never know when it’ll be
your last.

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Enjoy a good ghost story? Then
enjoy this extract from Weekend at
Wilderhope
Manor,
a lesbian erotic paranormal story, also by Lucy Felthouse, and available from
all good eBook retailers.

The
car trundled up the long driveway, the crunching of gravel beneath tyres the
only sound as Stephanie and her girlfriend, Jenny, peered out of the windows at
their surroundings.

Even
at dusk the tree-lined driveway was impressive with perfectly maintained
parkland, spanning for acres on either side of it. As Stephanie steered the
Fiesta around a bend in the track, they both gasped. Their destination,
Wilderhope
Manor, had come into view and it was stunning.
The Tudor style property was huge, with no less than three frontages visible
from where they were. Chimneys with intricately built patterns jutted into the
darkening sky, with tangles of ivy climbing parts of the manor, giving the
place an appearance that was both beautiful and foreboding.

Presently,
the driveway opened out into a gravelled area, which as far as Stephanie could
tell, doubled as a car park for the weekend. Stephanie manoeuvred into a spot
between two vehicles and killed the engine. As she turned to Jenny, she jumped,
startled. Her girlfriend had
leaned
in close, making
a scary face with her hands mimicking claws.

"Are
you ready to be scared out of your wits, young lady?" Jenny rasped,
wiggling her eyebrows and fingers theatrically.

Stephanie
shoved her playfully, laughing. "Come on, you silly cow. It's a murder
mystery weekend, not a monster hunt. There will be no ghosts, ghouls or
vampires involved."

Stephanie
got out of the car and closed the door. She'd already popped open the boot and
started unloading their bags before Jenny appeared alongside her, pouting
petulantly.

"But
it's
Halloween tomorrow," Jenny insisted.
"Anything could happen. The veil between the living and dead will be at
its thinnest, and this place is meant to be swarming with ghosts."

"If
you say so, sweetheart," she replied, rolling her eyes. She was used to Jenny's
crazy beliefs by now. "Grab your bags and let's get inside. It's cold. You
got the tickets?"

Jenny
nodded, brandishing her handbag in response. Jenny picked up her overnight bag
as Stephanie slammed the boot lid before locking the car, then followed her
toward the grand entrance to
Wilderhope
Manor.

*
* *

A
little while later, they were installed in their room. They'd each been handed
a “Welcome Pack” by the staff member who had attended to them at Reception,
which consisted of their itinerary and instructions for the weekend.

As
they unpacked, she voiced one of the thoughts that had run through her head.

"Have
you ever noticed how places never bat an eye at two girls sharing a room, and
yet, if it's two guys, they automatically assume they're gay?"

"They'll
soon change their tune when they see your outfit for tonight!" Jenny
replied, grinning cheekily at her. "It screams 'lesbian' with every
stitch!"

"Whatever
do you mean, you saucy wench? Someone with girl parts dressing as a
distinguished gentleman does not a lesbian make."

"True,
but I wonder what it'll do to
you?
Perhaps it'll work
in reverse and turn you straight!"

"I
sincerely doubt it," Stephanie replied, moving toward Jenny, who'd turned
back to her case and didn't notice her approach. "And besides, as much as
I'm out and proud, doesn't it sometimes make life more pleasant when people
don't know? At least, we'll be able to enjoy the weekend without old bigots
watching our every move, convinced we're going to start necking and groping one
another at every available second!"

Before
Jenny could respond, Stephanie had walked right up behind her. She slipped her
arms around Jenny’s waist and murmured into her ear. "Though I certainly
wouldn't mind necking and groping you at every available second."

Relaxing
into her embrace, Jenny let her head loll back onto Stephanie's shoulder,
arching into the caress of the hands that had crept under her top. "I'm
available now, honey."

"I’d
hoped you'd say that." Turning Jenny in her arms, she reached behind her girlfriend
to tug the suitcase off the bed. It hit the floor with a thump, but she was
already too preoccupied to notice. She'd backed Jenny right up to the mattress
with the intention of pushing her onto the bed, then quickly joining her.
However, the old fashioned bed was high, and therefore, not the sort they could
fall onto. Never one to give up easily, she backed away from Jenny and pulled
off her girlfriend’s shoes. Then she clambered up onto it, indicating to Jenny
to follow her.

Seconds
later, Jenny too had discarded her shoes and scrambled up onto the four-poster.
Reaching for one another, they flopped down onto the duvet in a jumble of
limbs. She tangled her fingers in Jenny's russet hair, pulling her in for a
kiss. Their lips met, and Jenny scooted her lower body closer to hers, and she
responded by jamming a leg between Jenny's thighs. Jenny moaned as she slid her
hand over the curve of Stephanie’s denim-covered ass.