The Old Rose Garden

A Victorian Romance and Erotica short story
by Lady T. L. Jennings

While being able to breathe unrestrictedly certainly was an advantage, the true benefit was that Tom could easily pull down the edge of the corset and cup his hands under my breasts. He lightly brushed his lips against my nipples, tempting me a little bit, and it made me involuntarily arch my back and push my hips closer to him before he, with a small sigh, gave in and kissed the nipple hungrily while his fingers stroked the soft flesh of my breasts passionately.

If I let him, he would continue to caress, kiss, and gently lick my breasts for an eternity, and even though I could feel that he was eager and hard against me, he never rushed making love. Tom never did anything hastily or carelessly, and his lovemaking was always exceptionally sweet and unhurried, something that I secretly appreciated.

I had actually once talked about it with my sister Anne, and she had blushingly confessed that when she engaged with her husband in the mandatory deed that came with matrimony, she had found that it was not all too unpleasant. In fact, she had added, whispering, she thought it was quite the opposite of unpleasant; however, according to her, it was often over rather quickly.

Luckily for me, Tom preferred lovemaking that was both tender and slow, even though I could feel him against me behind the coarse woollen trousers, warm and ready, and I heard him moan quietly as he continued to explore my breasts with his soft lips.

I was so caught up in the moment that I at first did not even notice that his other hand had mischievously slipped in under the hem of my dress and innocently made its way along my thighs. It was not until I felt his fingers lightly stroke me through the cotton fabric of my chemise that I understood what he was doing and what he had in mind. With a sigh of anticipation and pleasure, I leaned backwards, and I felt him touch me again as his fingertips skilfully continued to stroke me, teasingly light and rhythmically, in between my legs. He mumbled something incoherently, but he did not stop.

The sensation of his sensitive fingers against me together with his kissing and caressing my breasts was rapidly increasing my desire. I could feel myself gradually becoming more moist, and I opened for him under his gentle strokes, and I moved against his touch, not caring if it was entirely appropriate or not. I licked my lips and moaned quietly when I felt his fingers finally wander in under the thin layer of my undergarments. My whole body shuddered when I felt his touch against my naked skin.

I buried my hands in his hair, and without being able to resist, I pressed his lips closer to my breasts, urging him to kiss them again. Another moan escaped my lips, and I closed my eyes, wishing that this moment would last forever. My breathing became more rapid, and I arched my back. I felt muscles inside me gradually contract, and the very core of me seemed to pulsate with radiating warmth.

With a small cry I pressed myself towards him one last time and then desire and passion pushed me the last inches over the edge, and I came, tumbling down on the other side in an ocean of pleasure.

I lay breathless, opening and closing my eyes a couple of times. I pressed my hand firmly over his fingers, shuddering slightly as the last waves of the orgasm rode through my body.

Afterwards I sobbed quietly because everything felt so utterly beautiful but at the same time so fragile. It felt like I could not make up my mind if I should cry or laugh, because surely my life could never have be meant to be this good, could it?

Tom held me close, cradling me and patiently waiting for me to calm down, although I could still feel his full length against me. The sensation of his excitement and his hard erection reawakened certain other feelings with a rather short while.

“What about you, then?” I mumbled, and lazily I spread my fingers over his hardness, letting my fingertips follow him from the base all the way to the rounded tip, where I let my fingers linger.

“Yes, what about me?” he gasped in reply, and I felt him grow harder under my touch.

And shortly we had disentangled ourselves from the rest of our annoying clothes, and I lay naked underneath him on the soft grass among the fallen rose petals. When he slowly entered me, I crossed my ankles around his waist. I laced my fingers behind his neck and pulled him down and kissed him deeply. Although he was clearly aroused, he still took his time and gentlemanly refused to come before I once again had reached my own pleasure, and it was not until I cried out a second time that he finally allowed himself to thrust deep inside me and I felt him come.

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