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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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.

His hands dropped to his own waist, helping her along as she unbuckled his belt, then undoing his trousers so he could tug them down his legs. "Oh," he said as he seemed to remember something, then quickly bent down to pull the condom from his pants pocket, setting it down on her nightstand with a bit of an awkward smile. Wouldn't do to forget that, of course.

She smiled at the look on his face. "Definitely not."

After a moment of hesitation, Mary slowly tugged down his underwear, watching as his cock sprang up once the waistband cleared it. She reached out and gently wrapped her hand around it, moving her fist slowly up and down. Her eyes glanced up, wanting to see how he reacted to that.

It was a relief to be rid of his clothes, if nothing else. He let out a sigh, then kicked his underwear aside too, though he didn't get to climb onto the bed before Mary was reaching out and touching him. Not that he was about to complain about that, obviously. He did close his eyes and let out a sharp gasp, one hand resting on her shoulder in a light hold. "I love it... when you touch me."

Her smile was warm as she watched him. "Good thing I like to touch you then."

Mary massaged him for a few moments, then leaned forward to kiss a trail along his lower stomach. She glanced up again.

"I could... use my mouth," she said, remembering how good it had felt for her when he'd done that, "but I also want to feel you inside of me." Since he had the condom, she wanted to experience that again.

"Suppose it is," he offered back with a small smile. "I'm a very lucky man."

Not just for that reason, of course, but it certainly contributed to it. His muscles tensed underneath her lips, and he sucked in a sharp breath, feeling a shiver practically run from head to toe when she spoke again.

"Mary..." He wasn't even sure what to say to that. His cheeks did flush a little, though he knew it was more out of eagerness and arousal than anything else. "You don't have to do that."

"I want to..." she replied, trying to interpret his blush. Was that something that she wasn't supposed to do? "Is that... wrong?" If he did it to her, surely she could do it to him and Steve would see no problem with it.

Mary kissed a bit further down, her lips more tentative this time. "Just for a few moments," she continued. "Then we can put the condom on and you can orgasm inside me."

Steve's head canted at her question, both hands moving to cup her face. "Not even a little bit. Nothing... nothing you might want to do with me will ever be wrong." He leaned down to press a soft kiss to the top of her head, then pulled back again.

"So if you really want to do that, I'd like that too." He let out a slow, shaky exhale, closing his eyes a moment. "Very... very much."

Mary looked up at him for a moment and then smiled. She realized that he was flustered because he really wanted her to do it, not because he thought it was inappropriate. That made her feel good.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Mary pulled him a bit closer and continued kissing the skin of his lower abdomen. She took his cock in her hand. Leaning down, she kissed the soft skin of the head of his cock, before taking it gingerly into her mouth. She hoped that Steve would tell her if she wasn't doing it right.

After what they'd done already, and what they would do after, it really would take a lot for Steve to consider anything at all she might want as inappropriate. If anything, he was far too eager about the prospect of her mouth on him, though he tried to keep his excitement somewhat contained.

Parting his lips slightly, he took a slow breath, letting out a gasp when her lips left his abdomen and moved to the sensitive head of his cock. His thighs tensed and held onto her shoulder, though not nearly tight enough to hurt. He'd let her know if she did something wrong, of course, but he was fairly sure they'd be alright, especially since she wasn't going to go too far right now.

Mary wasn't exactly sure what to do, so she sucked gently on the head of his cock, tasting it with her tongue. She was a bit wary of taking too much of him in because she found his size daunting. Steve looked like he was going to drop dead of pleasure and that amused her. Perhaps next time she would finish him like this. She rested her hands on his hips, thumbs gently circling his warm flesh.

Steve didn't bother guiding her through it, since the purpose wasn't to make him climax. It was better for her to set her own pace and decide what she was comfortable doing and what she was curious about, and Steve for one found no reason whatsoever to complain. Her mouth was warm on him and when she sucked around his cock, it was a gentle but present touch, more than enough to pleasure him and make him lift up his hand so he could bite on his knuckles, stopping any louder sounds from coming out.

She worked him tentatively, holding him with one hand while she pushed him a little further in her mouth. It was an odd sensation, but his reactions made it completely worth it. Mary thought that he might explode. She tightened her lips around him and sucked him out slowly.

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