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honeymooners?’
Harriet was flustered. ‘No, of course not. I just meant – oh, forget it. Are you coming or not?’
‘It appears not. I can’t say the same for Noella, however. Don’t look so cross,’ he added with a smile. ‘We’ll be with you in a minute or two.’
They took the pony and trap back up the hill to the end of the village, and then walked the last hundred yards to the car park. Noella chatted all the time, saying how beautiful the village was and how amazed she’d been by the view, but Harriet was quiet and during the drive back Lewis asked her if she was all right.
‘I’m fine,’ she said, trying to erase the image of Noella moving up and down on Edmund’s lap while the waves crashed onto the rocks below them.
‘Not tired? I wondered if the jet lag was catching up with you.’
‘No,’ she said quickly, ‘I’m not tired.’
He put out a hand and squeezed her knee. ‘That’s good.’
Back at Penruan, Noella disappeared to have a rest, Edmund went into the lounge to make some telephone calls. Lewis started to go up the stairs towards their bedroom but Harriet stopped him.
‘Let’s do it somewhere else,’ she said huskily.
‘Sure, where did you have in mind?’
‘Outside somewhere, in the grounds?’
He shook his head. ‘I don’t think we can. I saw Oliver wandering around when we got back.’
‘There must be somewhere,’ said Harriet, still unable to get the picture of Edmund and Noella out of her mind.
‘I know. How about the conservatory? It should be warm enough with the sun on it, and the furniture there looks comfortable. There’s always the risk that someone might see through the french windows, but—’
‘I don’t care about the risk,’ said Harriet. ‘Please, Lewis, let’s try the conservatory.’
‘Anything to keep my wife happy!’ he agreed cheerfully.
The conservatory was large and warm, the glass roof making it exceptionally light as well. A thickly padded two-seater wicker sofa seemed the most comfortable place and Lewis was just about to take off his clothes when Harriet stopped him. ‘Keep them on,’ she murmured. ‘I want you inside me now. I don’t want to wait any longer.’
Lewis looked thoughtfully at her. ‘What were Edmund and Noella up to on the cliff top?’
‘Nothing, well, they were looking at the view but nothing else, why?’
‘Because you haven’t seemed the same since you went to fetch them. I’d rather undress, Harriet. I like to feel your skin against mine.’
Harriet hesitated, but then quickly started to take off her sundress, peeling off the T-shirt beneath with almost indecent haste so that Lewis could see that she hadn’t bothered with any underwear that morning.
As soon as he was naked he went to lie Harriet down on the sofa but this time she was determined to have things her own way. ‘Sit on the edge,’ she said, almost frantic for them to get on with it. ‘Then I can sit on top of you.’
He obeyed, but instead of sitting on his lap facing him, as she usually did, Harriet stood with her back to him, put her legs on each side of his and then eased herself onto his rock-hard erection, feeling the satisfying width of him as it filled her aching emptiness.
Lewis ran his hands up over her ribs until they cupped the undersides of her breasts, feeling the softly swelling flesh in his palms. He kissed the side of her neck and his fingers began to tease her rigid nipples.
‘No, grip my waist, please,’ she urged him.
‘I’m enjoying this,’ protested Lewis, still half-amused by her apparent inability to wait.
‘I want you to hold my waist,’ she said fiercely, and for the first time Lewis began to have a suspicion about what was happening. Even so hecomplied, but inside he felt a moment’s disquiet.
As his hands gripped each side of her body Harriet started to rise and fall in small movements, as similar to Noella’s as she could manage. ‘Help me!’ she gasped, and taking up her rhythm
Harriet was flustered. ‘No, of course not. I just meant – oh, forget it. Are you coming or not?’
‘It appears not. I can’t say the same for Noella, however. Don’t look so cross,’ he added with a smile. ‘We’ll be with you in a minute or two.’
They took the pony and trap back up the hill to the end of the village, and then walked the last hundred yards to the car park. Noella chatted all the time, saying how beautiful the village was and how amazed she’d been by the view, but Harriet was quiet and during the drive back Lewis asked her if she was all right.
‘I’m fine,’ she said, trying to erase the image of Noella moving up and down on Edmund’s lap while the waves crashed onto the rocks below them.
‘Not tired? I wondered if the jet lag was catching up with you.’
‘No,’ she said quickly, ‘I’m not tired.’
He put out a hand and squeezed her knee. ‘That’s good.’
Back at Penruan, Noella disappeared to have a rest, Edmund went into the lounge to make some telephone calls. Lewis started to go up the stairs towards their bedroom but Harriet stopped him.
‘Let’s do it somewhere else,’ she said huskily.
‘Sure, where did you have in mind?’
‘Outside somewhere, in the grounds?’
He shook his head. ‘I don’t think we can. I saw Oliver wandering around when we got back.’
‘There must be somewhere,’ said Harriet, still unable to get the picture of Edmund and Noella out of her mind.
‘I know. How about the conservatory? It should be warm enough with the sun on it, and the furniture there looks comfortable. There’s always the risk that someone might see through the french windows, but—’
‘I don’t care about the risk,’ said Harriet. ‘Please, Lewis, let’s try the conservatory.’
‘Anything to keep my wife happy!’ he agreed cheerfully.
The conservatory was large and warm, the glass roof making it exceptionally light as well. A thickly padded two-seater wicker sofa seemed the most comfortable place and Lewis was just about to take off his clothes when Harriet stopped him. ‘Keep them on,’ she murmured. ‘I want you inside me now. I don’t want to wait any longer.’
Lewis looked thoughtfully at her. ‘What were Edmund and Noella up to on the cliff top?’
‘Nothing, well, they were looking at the view but nothing else, why?’
‘Because you haven’t seemed the same since you went to fetch them. I’d rather undress, Harriet. I like to feel your skin against mine.’
Harriet hesitated, but then quickly started to take off her sundress, peeling off the T-shirt beneath with almost indecent haste so that Lewis could see that she hadn’t bothered with any underwear that morning.
As soon as he was naked he went to lie Harriet down on the sofa but this time she was determined to have things her own way. ‘Sit on the edge,’ she said, almost frantic for them to get on with it. ‘Then I can sit on top of you.’
He obeyed, but instead of sitting on his lap facing him, as she usually did, Harriet stood with her back to him, put her legs on each side of his and then eased herself onto his rock-hard erection, feeling the satisfying width of him as it filled her aching emptiness.
Lewis ran his hands up over her ribs until they cupped the undersides of her breasts, feeling the softly swelling flesh in his palms. He kissed the side of her neck and his fingers began to tease her rigid nipples.
‘No, grip my waist, please,’ she urged him.
‘I’m enjoying this,’ protested Lewis, still half-amused by her apparent inability to wait.
‘I want you to hold my waist,’ she said fiercely, and for the first time Lewis began to have a suspicion about what was happening. Even so hecomplied, but inside he felt a moment’s disquiet.
As his hands gripped each side of her body Harriet started to rise and fall in small movements, as similar to Noella’s as she could manage. ‘Help me!’ she gasped, and taking up her rhythm
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