thequitecontrary | Nighttime Visits

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Nighttime Visits

Another dinner between Steve and Mary's family had gone well. Of course, Steve was very polite and sociable, so they usually had a tendency to go well. He seemed to be getting along with her uncle, and while the two men were in conversation, Martha had asked Mary about where she felt this relationship was going. Mary didn't want to cause a fuss, so she was deliberately a bit vague. She told her grandmother that she was very fond of Steve. Martha asked about if a proposal was coming, and Mary was again vague. She didn't want to have this conversation with Steve in the room, even if he was on the other side of it. For her part, Martha was concerned, though not distressed. She did like Steve. He just seemed terribly unsuitable for her granddaughter and she wondered what the British contingent would have to say about it. Being Martha though, the idea of their reaction kind of amused her and she decided to let the chips fall where they may. And at least he wasn't the chauffeur.

After saying goodnight, Mary went up to her room, pleased that they'd had another good evening with Steve. They were warming to him, even if Mary didn't think that they would be advocates for this union when the time came to tell her parents about it. She sat down to write a letter to Sybil and had just started when she heard a rapping at the window.

That was curious. It didn't seem to be a branch. Steve usually tossed rocks up when he was trying to get her to go out with him, but he had just left. Mary got up and pulled back the curtain, surprised to see Steve sitting on the other side of the glass in the tree that was just outside her window. She quickly opened it and stuck her head out slightly.

"What are you doing?" she asked in a hushed voice.

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Mary laughed lightly and wrapped her ankles around him. "Mmm..." She opened her mouth against his, deepening the kiss again. Her tongue flicked against his, as she felt a warmth spreading through her body.

He couldn't help grin at her reaction, his lips parting eventually to deepen the kiss. His tongue dipped into her mouth in gentle strokes, while one of his hands slid down to her leg, tugging the fabric of her nightgown and slipping his hand underneath the fabric so he was touching skin directly.

Feeling his hand beneath her clothing made Mary hold her breath for just a moment. She didn't really want to stop him, but she wondered if going as far as the had the evening previous was a good idea.

Mary pulled back gently from the kiss and looked at him. "Should we?" She whispered.

He broke from the kiss a bit reluctantly, blinking his eyes open to look at her. His hand didn't move from underneath her gown, not pulling away altogether but not sliding any farther underneath her clothes either.

"I want to," he said in a hushed tone, warm against her lips. He took a slow breath, licking at his own lips and swallowing dryly as he looked her in the eye. "But... only if you want to."

He wasn't going to push her into doing something if she wasn't comfortable with where they were.

"I do..." she whispered back, "but we will need a condom if you want to..." Have intercourse, she finished in her head. Did he have one with him. Mary didn't imagine that was something he just carried around.

It went without saying that regardless of what they did they would have to be quiet. They couldn't run any risk of getting caught.

Steve opened his mouth, closed it again, looking a bit apprehensive. "How... presumptuous would you think it was of me if I told you I brought one with me?"

Not because he had expected to do anything during the actual dinner, but because he had considered the possibility of paying her a nighttime visit— just like he ended up doing.

Mary raised an eyebrow at him. "I think that makes you quite naughty," she responded, though there was an amused smile on her face. "Are you always so prepared?" Leaning down, she kissed him again. "Maybe you just can't get enough of me."

That was kind of arousing. She brushed her fingers down over his neck, then into the jacket that he was wearing, trying to push it off of his shoulders.

Steve looked a bit surprised for a moment, though pleasantly so, then he smiled at her. "Mm, maybe I am a bit naughty," he murmured with a soft chuckle, leaning in to kiss her again. He licked at her lips, letting his arms fall away from her so she could guide his jacket down his arms.

"I definitely can't get enough of you," he said a bit more huskily, hands sliding up her sides again, until he was cupping her breasts over the fabric of her nightie. "You feel so good, Mary."

"Steve-" she gasped as he touched her. Her nipples were already hard and could be prominently felt through the thin satin. There were probably a thousand reasons why they shouldn't do this here, but her brain wasn't listening to reason at that moment. She wanted him.

Mary reached down and hiked the nightgown up her legs so that the hem rested on her thighs. Then she began to unbutton Steve's shirt.

He could feel the hard peaks against his palms, and it drew a quiet groan from him. His hands squeezed a little, fingers catching her nipples and teasing them just so, rolling them between thumb and index in a light testing touch.

He kissed her deeply again, tongue plunging into her mouth, his hands leaving her for a moment just so he could help her unbutton his shirt faster. Tugging it off and letting it fall to the floor, his hands slid up her bare legs next, reaching her underwear and pulling it down her thighs while he mouthed at one of her nipples through the fabric.

Mary moaned quietly, trying to keep her voice down. This may end up being more difficult than she anticipated.

She stretched her legs out as he removed her panties from her legs, then spread them again so that he could move back between them. Her fingers threaded his hair as he sucked at her nipple. Mary could feel herself growing wetter with each second that passed.

As long as she didn't get too loud, he wouldn't stop her, though he was paying attention anyway. He managed to stay pretty quiet himself, even as his breath grew heavier and more labored.

Pressing his tongue agains her hardened peak, he licked and nibbled lightly at the sensitive flesh. One hand settled on the curve of her thigh while the other trailed up between her legs, gentle but surely, until his fingertips were sliding past her folds and teasing her already wet slit.

Her legs spread wider when she felt his hand slide up under the nightgown. The noises she made were kept to whispers, not daring to actually vocalize how he was making her feel. Steve would be able to tell by how wet she was.

One of her hands moved down his back, caressing the bare flesh. "I want you so badly," she whispered. "Can you tell?"

Whatever breaths and soft whimpers he got out of her were more than enough to keep him going. He found them arousing more than anything, especially when it made him all the more aware of where they were and why they had to keep quiet.

"I can tell," he muttered her words back to her, lips pulling from her breast and moving up to her neck instead. Fingertips rubbed lightly over her clit, then slid down so two fingers pushed slowly into her. "You're so wet already."

She breathed his name and a quiet plea for him to continue. Her whole body felt hot, like she had a sudden fever. His fingers worked at her and her hips worked back, trying to get him to touch that spot again. "Please..." she said. "Touch me there..."

Mary had never quite realized how good it could be when it was another person's hands. Steve's were infinitely better than her own.

Part of him wanted to keep teasing her, but when she asked like that, he couldn't deny her what she wanted. Still, he didn't pull out of her. He flicked his thumb upwards so he managed to use its pad to rub at her clit, while his middle and index fingers kept moving in and out of her in slow, shallow thrusts.

Mary whimpered when his thumb made contact with her clit and she put her head down so that she could muffle her face in his hair. "Yes," she murmured. "Just like that."

She was lost in the pleasure that he was giving her, still aware enough to keep her voice down, but with many of her inhibitions removed. He made her feel comfortable enough to ask for what she wanted.

He breathed warmly against her skin, lips latching onto her neck. His fingers curled and pressed into her, parting slightly as he kept working them in and out of her, his thumb circling her clit repeatedly, teasing at the same sensitive spot.

His free hand slid farther up her gown, curling around her slim waist. She was wearing much fewer clothes tonight, seen as she had been ready for bed at this point, something that Steve appreciated immensely. Pulling his lips from her neck, he tipped his head up, looking into her eyes as he kissed her softly.

The excitement of everything worked Mary up fast and soon she wasn't far from orgasm. She returned his kiss as best she could while still trying to get enough breath. His touch left her panting. Her hips rocked back against his, pushing his fingers in deeper and his thumb even more persistently on the knot of nerves that drove her crazy.

He was lost between wanting to close his eyes and enjoy the feel of her, and wanting to lean back so he could watch her move against his hand. Trying to find a compromise in-between, he opened his eyes and pulled back, not putting too much distance between them but still enough that he could look at her and watch the way her hips rocked with each thrust of his fingers. He pushed in deeper, feeling her tight but welcoming around him, his thumb pressing more insistently against that one spot, aiming to drive her over the edge.

Only a few moments longer and Mary let out a whimper. She put one of her hands up to her mouth so that she wouldn't cry out for him. Her muscles contracted around his fingers as the orgasm hit her. A wave of pleasure rushed over her body and she held Steve close to her.

Mary panted quietly as she came down, resting her head against his.

He was fixated on her as her pleasure built steadily and visibly, his hand keeping a fast but gentle pace. He didn't want to lose his rhythm or focus, though, which was especially a challenge with how wonderful all her reactions were. Finally, as she covered her mouth and he felt her clench even tighter around his fingers, he breathed out a soft whimper of his own, sliding deeper into her as he kept fingering her through her orgasm, thumb rubbing insistently at her clit.

He slowed down as soon as she started relaxing against him. His thumb drew back but he still moved his fingers in and out of her a few more times, finally pulling out and lifting his hand up so he could lick her fluids from his fingers. "You taste wonderful. I want you so badly, Mary..."

Mary watched him lick his fingers through the haze of her pleasure and she thought that it was the most arousing thing that she had ever seen. She tilted his head up to kiss him.

"I need a moment.. but I want you too."

There was a lot they could do in the meantime. She reached down to tug the hem of her nightgown up over her body.

He kissed her softly, closing his eyes and sighing as their lips parted again. He nodded, more than happy to wait for her to be ready again, even if he was already hard in his trousers.

Slowly getting to his feet, he helped guide her nightgown up her figure, letting it rest by the foot of the bed, then he took off his boots and socks. "Let's get into bed," he said, his voice still a soft and quiet whisper.

After her nightgown was off, she scooted back so that he could join her on the bed. Her heart was still pounding, a bit nervous that they were about to do this in her house, though still excited. She reached for his pants, undoing the buckle of his belt and pulling it apart.

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