happyfalcon | [For Thomas] [Modern AU] The Retreat

[For Thomas] [Modern AU] The Retreat

The retreat had gone perfectly so far. It had been reserved at a scenic mountain resort, so outside it was cold but inside was perfectly warm and cozy.

Thomas Boleyn had only attended a few of the scheduled events, leaving Anne and George in charge of the majority of the events. There was a little cocktail party scheduled that evening - by Anne, of course - semi-formal, the men were wearing nice suits while the ladies wore dresses. Anne herself was wearing a black dress with a see-through lace back to show off her slender back. She was sipping champagne as the evening began drawing to a close.

Anne hadn't been openly avoiding Thomas, but she hadn't pursued his company either. She didn't want to tip off her brother or father that they'd been seeing each other. It hadn't been anything heavy or particularly intimate - since they'd met up at the bar that evening they'd gone out on a dinner or two. But they hadn't crossed the sexual line just yet.

Though it was getting more and more difficult to suppress the urges she felt while he was around.

Seeing him tonight in a nice jacket and tie made it even more difficult - Anne had to drink a little more to keep her desire under control. But it was obvious from the dress she wore that she was trying to spark the same desire in him. Anne sipped her champagne for another moment before she spied Thomas in the crowd. After a moments' hesitation she approached him cordially.

"Mr. Wyatt, so good to see you - tell me, how have you been enjoying the events so far?" She asked.

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He chuckled at her reply. "I should hope so. Under the circumstances. And that is precisely my point. Who's under?"

Anne might have been watching him, but Wyatt's eyes followed the movement of her hand while he held himself up above her, hands and knees on the bed on both sides of her. He twitched, but only so much as her fingers curled around him.

So she didn't want to say. Wyatt looked up again and pursed his lips. He placed the unopened condom on her belly, then slipped out of her reach to the foot of the bed. His breathing and heartbeat were starting to race one another. He was worried about making a mistake with her but usually he didn't go wrong with one particular act...

With his eyes closed, Wyatt leaned down to kiss the cool, smooth skin of her inner thighs to make her open for him. He worked his mouth upwards, slowly and softly and when he reached her entrance, he slid his tongue inside her.

Anne smirked up to him and ran her fingers along the ends of his wet hair. "Why don't we just see how it happens naturally? Do we have to have a plan?"

As he slid down, Anne watched him carefully. Curious of his actions, she remained still as he moved down. The press of his lips to her inner thighs made her moan and sigh softly. Slowly her legs parted, allowing him between them. When his tongue slipped inside her Anne gasped, her back arching and her fingers burying themselves in his hair.

"God, Thomas..." she moaned. Her hips rocked a little to add to the motions of his tongue. But it just felt so terribly good, feeling him lick her most intimate places.

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He didn't need a plan, he needed the knowledge that she enjoyed what he was doing. Thankfully so far that seemed to be the case. He had fantasized about this moment since Anne had brought him home from the club. Or maybe even earlier than that.

Having his hair tugged, a wave of pleasure traversed down his spine. Wyatt sighed and moved to find a more comfortable position between Anne's legs. Her hip movements made it easier to drive a tongue deeper, to tease with long licks that demanded reaction.

Then he altered those with smaller, ticklish swirls with the help of his finger right at her opening.

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Anne moved her legs to allow him to get comfortable between her thighs - because God knows she didn't want him to leave that spot. Not yet. As his tongue slipped in deeper her back arched more. One hand stayed in his hair, gripping and stroking over his curls. The other hand was up pushing through her own dark tresses, tugging slightly as she was overwhelmed by pure carnal sensation.

It just felt so good, so good, to share such an intimate experience with him. She made a mental note to return the favor before the trip was over.

He stole her breath completely when he switched to the smaller swirls and the teasing of his finger. Anne's breathing grew shallow, ragged as she gasped for air. She had wanted this for so long, it was overwhelming to finally have it happening. Already she could feel her walls tightening, her climax looming.

"God...oh yes, Thomas..." she sighed amid her gasping breaths.

Wyatt glanced up for wanting to see Anne writhe and sigh at his will. His thumb kept rubbing against her folds as he admired the view from this angle: the constant rise and fall of her belly, the wiggling of her breasts, wet hair spread out on the bed. The contrast of fair skin and dark hair.

"Anne..." Wyatt returned to the task at hand, licking and sucking in order to make her come. She was so soft and so wet inside. His tongue glided in and out, speeding alongside Anne's quickened breathing. He would have hated to rush her to orgasm but he almost couldn't wait to press his hips to hers and do with his cock what he was now doing with his tongue.

Anne moaned and continued to writhe as his mouth worked her over. Her hips rocked with a little more purpose as he continued to lick and rub over her with his thumb.

"Thomas...Thomas-!" Anne cried out for him. Her fingers tugged slightly at his hair as she felt her walls tightening and trembling. That tingling heat was blazing inside her. Anne was surprised that her whole body hadn't burst into flame yet. "I'm cumming-!"

It was all the warning she could give him. Another brush of that soft, warm, wet tongue against her entrance, teasing her insides, and Anne was pushed over the edge. Her orgasm overwhelmed her, stole her breath and sent pure carnal feeling rushing through her entire body.

As Anne's body tensed and the rocking movements turned into something akin to trembling, Wyatt got up to sit on his knees. He ran his hands over her legs and sides; soft, caressing strokes to please him as much as her. Then he leaned over, smiling at the expression that graced her face.

"You're beautiful. You're mmm-mh..." His lips found the nub of her breast to suck, and sighing with pleasure, Wyatt wrapped hands around her to make her body arch against him.

With half-lid eyes he looked at her, his mouth an inch apart from hers. He had just been down on her; would she kiss him now? Very slowly he neared Anne's lips, letting her close the gap if she wanted.

Anne breathed heavily for a few moments, letting her body recover from the trembling of her climax. As he moved up to lean over her, Anne moved to wrap her arms around him. She chuckled when he spoke, but gasped and moaned softly when he suckled at her breast. Following the movements of his hands, Anne lifted her body up to arch against him, just as he wanted.

He moved so close, his face right over hers. Some women may have been squeamish about tasting their own fluids in a kiss. But Anne was not one of them. She was eager for his kiss, like always. So when his lips moved so teasingly close to hers, Anne leaned up to kiss him hard, sucking gently at his lower lip.

Her hips arched and ground against his as he held her, aching for him. "Mmm...Thomas..." she moaned against his lips. Her thighs parted a bit more, bringing her knees up to brush against the sides of his hips. Letting him ease between her legs.

With his heart thumping loud in his chest, Wyatt lost himsef on that kiss. He moaned in satisfaction as he twirled his tongue alongside hers. The shape of her mouth was a perfect match to his. Though more than that he was turned on by her wanting the same as him, confirmed by the sounds she made and the grinding motion of her hips.

"Wait!" he gasped with the realization that something was missing. He searched for the condom he'd brought with him and put it on and-- the thought of his wife made him pause. Wyatt swallowed, and glanced at Anne.

That look solidified the decision: Anne was the one he wanted. He refused to feel guilty.

Wyatt lowered himself over Anne again. "I want you," he assured with a quiet voice before pressing the tip of his cock at her opening and then deeper. His eyes closed. He worked in a few smaller thrusts before pushing all in.

He sighed and kissed her, smiling faintly. "So good..." Then he began moving with an eager rhythm.

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Anne had not forgotten that he was still bare. She had just been letting the heat build between them. Though she had indeed been getting lost in the moment - thank God he had the sense to pause their movements to slip on the condom.

She saw him hesitate as he put it on, and wondered for a moment if he was rethinking things. But then he looked to her again and seemed to have found a renewed confidence. When he lowered atop her again she smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I want you, so much..."

Anne let her voice soften as she leaned up to meet his kiss. When she felt him slide into her Anne moaned aloud. Her legs wrapped around him to let him in deeper, enjoying the pace of his thrusts before he filled her up all the way. Anne moaned again, his name a faint whisper on her lips as he began his chain of thrusts. "Oh God, Thomas..."

Wyatt gasped in pleasure as Anne wrapped her legs around him. He loved that. Loved it. It felt like she was seeking comfort in him by pulling him closer and by doing so, allowed him to push in deeper. She was wet and tight and their bodies rocked together with his movements: likes waves going up and down.

"...Anne, love. This alright?" He breathed in the scent of the soap on her skin before raising himself up a bit. That gave him a new angle to work his hips against her. Another low grumble from his throat left it to no secret that for him it was definitely alright.

The heat was building up to his climax at a fast pace, just like his thrusts were at the moment.

The way he moved was so perfect; they fit together like they were meant to fit together. Anne kept her arms wrapped around him, a tangling of limbs consumed by heat.

"Perfect," she gasped, arching her hips to meet his thrusts. Each time she moaned and cried out over and over again for him. The way his cock struck inside her drove her wild.

This was the most right thing in the world to her. Perfection.

"Thomas, oh God, Thomas don't stop," she moaned softly. "So close, so close-!" Anne could feel her core tightening and trembling around him as he drove into her. Teetering right on the edge of her climax.

"I won't, I won't," he grunted. His movements were getting frantic and uncontrolled; overcome by the pleasure of fucking her-

"...ma-making love," Wyatt told himself aloud, his voice cracking. Not fucking. Fuck! Who was he kidding? They were fucking. He bit his lips, squeezed his eyes shut. But even without sight, he could 'see' her. The image of her was forever etched into his mind. Her breasts. Her hips. Thighs, and arms and fingers.

And he could feel all of them now with their warm bodies connected to each other. Wyatt opened up his eyes again. He balanced on one hand while the other roamed over her, kneading that smooth skin with the rhythm of his thrusts.

"Not yet... not mmh... ah God, Anne." He chuckled at his inane sighs and stifled them with a kiss on her lips.

Anne held on, biting down on her lower lip to quell her pleasure. She wanted to wait for him. She wanted to come with him. Anne focused on minor details; the curls of his hair, the scratch of his beard over her face.

His feverish words, the way he spoke aloud of what they were doing made her smile. She had no issue with calling what they were doing fucking. The way he drove into her; filling her up and thrusting in and out over and over again; yes, this was fucking without a doubt. But that didn't mean she enjoyed it any less.

While his hand explored her again, Anne let her own fingers slide down his back, around to his chest, sighing at the warmth of his skin and the slight sheen of sweat upon his brow. He was beautiful this way; not that she didn't enjoy his form any other time, but this was different. Euphoric.

Anne met his kiss eagerly, parting her lips and suckling gently at his lower lip. It was growing harder and harder to stave off her release.

That did it. Her lips capturing his and the sudden memory of Anne's photograph on her father's office. Wyatt had never missed a chance to steal a glimpse of it. It felt so wrong and it felt so right to dream about kissing her. And now they were in bed together.

"Ann-h..." His hips ceased their movement for a fraction of a second as he climaxed. His eyes closed again. Wyatt dropped his head between Anne's neck and shoulder, among her damp hair.

Satisfied and breathing heavy, his body still pulsed against Anne but with much less vigor. One of his hands stroked the side of her face.

"God, Anne... that was good. You're good."

The feeling of his release, that rush of warmth that filled her core - even with the condom on she could feel it - it triggered her own climax. Anne moaned unintelligible French as her core tightened around him and released just as suddenly.

At some point she had stopped breathing, caught up in the euphoria of her orgasm. Then she gasped for breath again, her chest heaving up and down to get the air back in her lungs. Loosely her arms remained around him, her fingers teasing over his spine as she nuzzled against his temple.

"Incredible..." was all she could manage, though the smile on her face said far more.

After a few panting, grumbling gasps from him, Wyatt remained silent for a while. He withdrew from Anne slowly and got rid of the condom before resting next to her with his leg over her thigh and lips touching the side of her face.

"It was," he mumbled finally. The towel he'd wrapped Anne with was crumpled on the bed so Wyatt kicked it off. Then he returned the favor of running fingers along her body.

"You're shaped so fine," he delighted at the feel of Anne's backside under his hand. Drowsy and happy, Wyatt's touch was feather light.

Anne sighed and gave a soft little contented laugh. She turned to face him, letting their legs entangle. His light touch tickled her skin and made her shiver in delight.

"Is my poet lost for words?" she teased, bringing her fingers up to trace invisible patters over his chest.

There was still heat between them; embers and afterglow that was so very satisfying. Anne was already beginning to feel drowsy. She wanted nothing more than to just curl up in his arms and go to sleep.

Wyatt closed his eyes and tried to wrap his brain around Anne's question. He wanted to give a witty answer but more than that he wanted to fall asleep. Confident that she wouldn't send him to his own room, Wyatt reached behind Anne and pulled the bedcovers over them.

"It's okay to be speechless sometimes. I don't want to waste words for nonsense," he explained sleepily. "Not that I think loving you is nonsense. Quite the contrary." To prove that he nuzzled closer. It wouldn't take long before his mind had sailed to the land of dreams.

No indeed, Anne did not send Thomas away. She let him slip into bed with her, sighing softly as he pulled the covers over them. Her arms welcomed him openly to her embrace. Anne nuzzled against his soft hair, still damp from the shower.

"You'll stay, will you not?" She didn't want him to, nor did she expect him to leave. But she wanted to be sure. "Please...stay with me..."

Soft and warm beneath her covers. In her arms wrapped up tight.

"Mm... always, if you let me."

That went a step further of what she was asking. Wyatt was not only thinking of tonight, he was thinking of the future. All because he was rather emotional at the moment. He knew that she was at his reach but still so far away.

"I just... I mean, you should know what you'd be getting into... if... never mind. Too soon for that. This is good."

It was hard not to get his hopes up when she held him so tight. It had been some time since Wyatt had felt this contented.

Anne smiled, thoughts of the future playing through her mind. Fantasies that she would see become reality if she could. The fact that he agreed to stay only made her more confident that they could be so.

His stammering makes her chuckle and push her fingers through his damp locks. "No, go on," she insisted. They'd been seeing each other for a while now; short of a marriage proposal she didn't think anything was too soon. "Tell me."

She leaned into him, sighing again, just as content and happy as he. Anne had been with men while away at University in France, but none had made her so happy as she was now.

"You know what I want. I'm just not really... available. Not yet. I couldn't ask you to get involved in my complicated life."

He reached for Anne's hand to kiss the fingertips. "So yeah, that would be my desire. If you considered it, I'd wait until you'd feel comfortable, though. Nothing to lose, after all."

Then he did chuckle and gave her a light kiss. "Unless you were just using me tonight."

Anne sighed a little. The fingers of her free hand trailed over his lips, his jaw. She knew he couldn't be truly hers, not just yet. But there could be a day - soon, she hoped - when he could be. That hope alone was enough to keep her interested.

"Things may be complicated now, but they won't always be so," Anne pointed out, verbalizing her hope. "If you permit me, I would indeed love to see something...more solid between us."

She smirked at his teasing and returned his light kiss, nuzzling the tip of her nose against his. "I might have further use of you, Thomas Wyatt. I don't think one night is enough to satisfy me."

Her answer was more than good enough and for that Wyatt would have pulled Anne closer but that was no longer possible.

"That's all I ask. And just so you know, I don't want to lie to anyone exactly. I only hope to keep a low profile first so that you won't be caught in the middle of something nasty."

Wyatt hid a yawn behind his palm. "But that's a talk for another day. Meanwhile I'm content to be your toyboy, or at least a pillow for tonight."

Edited 2015-05-13 23:39 (UTC)

[For Thomas] [Modern AU] The Retreat

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