Nighttime Visits

[thequitecontrary]

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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[thequitecontrary]

It was a bit more than she was used to when Steve finally took his pleasure, and her eyes widened just a bit. He didn't hurt her though and she stayed firmly on top of him as he spilled into her. Mary leaned down and kissed his cheeks and jaw, then finally his lips as his orgasm subsided.

"I love you," she whispered, settling in on his chest with him still inside of her.

[rightly]

It took everything in him not to cry out in pleasure as he came, but he managed to somehow, only letting out a sound in the form of shaky audible exhales as he started to come down from his high. His hands slid up and down Mary's sides, touching the skin of her torso wherever he could reach, arms curling around her and drawing her closer as she leaned down to kiss him.

"Love you so much, Mary," he murmured breathlessly, still panting a little for breath. She was still tight around his sensitive cock, and the aftershocks of his orgasm made his every nerve sing in delight. "Did I... hurt you?"

[thequitecontrary]

"No," she said, kissing his neck. "You.. did push in far though and it was somewhat... intense, but I was not hurt." Mary tipped his chin down and kissed his mouth again. "I liked it."

They laid on the bed, legs tangled together, Mary feeling blissfully sleepy. It occurred to her that she could do this every night with him and would probably be happy for the rest of her life. Being in his embrace felt more right than anything else ever had.

[rightly]

He let out a soft hum as she kissed his neck, happily returning the kiss when she tipped his head back down again. "I'm glad you did, Mary." It hadn't quite been intentional, so he couldn't say that the purpose had been to make her feel good, but he was relieved to hear she'd liked it rather than felt any discomfort or pain.

Shifting slightly on the bed, he turned them so they were lying next to each other, and he gently pulled out of her before tugging her close to him again. It occurred to him he was still in her bedroom in her family's house, where he definitely should not be, but he loathed the mere thought of getting up and leaving right now. "Can I stay here? Just for a little while."

[thequitecontrary]

Mary gave a soft hum. She knew that he should leave, but honestly she did not want him to go either. Lying in his arms felt so good.

"For a little while," she said quietly, then yawned. "I'm so sleepy now though." Curling up in his arms and dozing off seemed like a great idea at the moment.

[rightly]

He found himself yawning softly too, nodding as he shifted comfortably and curled his arms around her. "Then sleep."

He wouldn't leave without letting her know at least, even though he would have to sneak out well before the sun was up in the sky. He was used to waking up very early, so he was confident he could manage to do that and not get caught in Mary's bedroom. Until then, he was glad to have at least a few hours to sleep right by her side.