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Dalton took her nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking until Aislinn could barely take it any more. Her back arched, and he continued to ravish her breasts, until she could feel the pressure building up. He moved from her breasts to her neck, gently biting and licking, while his hands went lower to her sweet spot. Aislinn moaned loudly, and Dalton whispered in her ear, “Come for me baby, come on.” She was so close, his fingers moving in and out, her pussy dripping…Aislinn woke from her sleep. Damn, she thought. She could tell the air was a bit frigid, and knew the stone floor would be like ice on her feet when she had to get up. But for now, she was toasty under her large quilt, and she sighed with pleasure. Aislinn stretched languidly, feeling her woven nightgown pull against her bare skin, still aroused from her dream. A rooster crowed in the background.Startled, she shot up. What time was it? The rooster sang his song again. Oh no, I’m late! she thought. Quickly, she dressed in her working tunic and shawl, pinning her hair back into a messy bun. I hope Madame has not noticed I was not up before the dawn, she prayed. Aislinn hurried out of the servant corridor, and into the Great Hall. The sprawling room was already bustling with the movements of the other servants and cooks, the stable boys and fieldworkers, all shuffling to their posts. Aislinn quickened her pace, and turned down the family hallway. She was one of the lucky ones, assigned to watch over the Duchess’ four year old twins, Hamish and Clara.It was her duty to watch over them during the day, take them to and from all meals and lessons, get them ready in the mornings and put them to bed in the evenings. Not a bad task at all, when Aislinn got to thinking about it. And she loved Hamish and Clara; their sweet freckles and shy smiles. Her favorite part of the day was taking Hamish to his riding lessons. There she could watch Hamish work with Dalton Williamson, the escort izmit gorgeous stable hand.Dalton, the one that visited her in her dreams making her hotter and wetter than anyone else. Dalton with his brown, curly hair and long eyelashes that made his green eyes pop. He had sunkissed skin, and a strong chest and arms from working with the horses all day. And Aislinn knew he looked at her too, in a way that made her fidget in her skirts, and long for his touch. Lost in her thoughts, she almost passed the twins’ room. Oops. The day passed quickly until suddenly it was time for Hamish’s riding lesson. Hamish was excited, running down the entryway and out to the stables. Aislinn was happy to be outside and smiled as she soaked in the sun’s pleasant heat. Dalton could see them coming and he stopped to look at her. Her head was turned to the sky, eyes closed, and a peaceful look on her face.The things I could do to those lips, Dalton thought to himself. He wanted Aislinn, and he was tired of waiting. He decided that it was the perfect day to make his move. Hamish reached him first. “Dalton!” he shouted. “Is today the day I finally get to ride Blackie?”Dalton chuckled. “Now Hamish, you know that Blackie is much too tall and strong for you yet, you must be patient to ride him until you are bigger and much more experienced.”He looked at Aislinn, who said, “I’ve brought you some supper from the kitchen. Sarah said she didn’t see you at lunch, and figured you needed something.”“Thanks,” replied Dalton. “Let me get Hamish set up and ready on his horse, and I’ll come back to fetch the food.”He turned and gathered the giggling Hamish on his shoulders, and sauntered to the stables. Aislinn let out the breath she’d been holding. Did he know she dreamed of his stunning body nightly? The way he swung Hamish up on his shoulders so easily, wow. Perhaps one day he could pick her up with those strong arms and he would lean down and kiss her. And izmit escort she would run her hands down his muscled back, and he would tear open her gown and…Dalton’s voice woke her from her daydream. “So what is in the basket?”Aislinn jolted and blushed red. Dalton grinned at her and opened up the basket, taking out a loaf of bread, a wedge of cheese, and some grapes.He bit into the bread and asked, “Would you grab me a few of those grapes?” Aislinn reached down in the jar, and the sweet smell of the grapes hit her nose. She picked one out, and without thinking, reached over to put it in Dalton’s mouth. He opened slightly, and as she placed the grape in his mouth, he closed down gently on her fingers and sucked. Aislinn gasped, heat hitting her straight down there. Dalton knew it was risky to be so obvious, but he could no longer restrain himself.“Give me one more,” he ordered softly.Aislinn knew she could not resist, and slowly put another grape to his lips. They were so close, almost touching, and Dalton could feel himself growing hard. Aislinn was trembling, and as her fingers placed the next grape in his mouth, he sucked her two fingers harder, this time adding tongue. He swirled his tongue around her fingers and Aislinn could feel how wet she was getting. His breath was hot on her fingers and his eyes were burning into hers.Dalton leaned down, his lips grazing her jaw, trailing down her neck. Aislinn was bursting with need, finally moving closer so their bodies were touching. She could feel how hard he was on her leg, and slowly began to move her hand to his hardness. What am I thinking? she wondered, and then realized she wasn’t thinking at all, just reacting. Her hand gently caressed his swollen shaft, and Dalton moaned softly in her ear. Suddenly his hands reached up and grabbed her hair. Kiss me! she screamed in her head.“Daaaaalton!” Hamish called from stable.Dalton paused an inch from Aislinn lips. He izmit kendi evi olan escort groaned with impatience.“To be continued Aislinn,” he said and he reluctantly pulled away from their embrace and walked towards the barn. Holy crap, Aislinn thought. Alone at dinner in the Great Hall, Aislinn could barely focus on putting her spoon from her soup into her mouth. Hamish and Clara were tucked in bed and she was free for the night. Her mind kept drifting to Dalton, and his mouth on hers. Dinner was a lively affair; the Duke and Duchess had a neighboring family in for a large dinner party. The men had been drinking, while the servant girls had been sneaking wine from the serving glasses.Aislinn was wary of the drunken men, and was trying to keep her distance. There was a particularly large one in the group that was very loud, and she had heard him making some drunken, raunchy comments about her. As she turned her head to avoid his gaze, she saw Dalton walk in. Her heart leapt, and she could feel herself becoming wet. What is wrong with me, she thought. He walks in and I’m already longing for him! Dalton met Aislinn’s eyes from across the hall. She looked lovely, a little blushed from the heat of the hall, her breasts taut and full in her gown.Suddenly, Dalton heard a man taunt her. “Hey, you wench! Come over here and let me show you what a man can do to those tits of yours.”Dalton saw Aislinn flinch, then straighten up and walk out of the hall. Good, Dalton thought. Stay away from that imbecile. He turned to his friend, who handed him a bowl of soup. He was thinking of how he could finish what he and Aislinn had started earlier at the stable, when he suddenly realized the large brute bothering her at the table was gone. Shit! His stomach sank, and without a word to his friend, he shot from table and ran to the hall’s exit. Aislinn slowly walked the corridors back to her servant’s room. Somehow she had to get to Dalton tonight, she didn’t think she could take another minute imagining his body against hers. She needed to feel him for real! Suddenly, a hand grabbed her arm. Dalton! Excitedly, she turned with a smile. But it was not Dalton, it was the man from the Great Hall.
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