"I will come with you to Dunnett," Calais says as he tries to climb the carriage, barring the door of it. I stop him, place my hands on his shoulders, and kiss him instead.
"I will just be fine, Calais. No need to accompany me."
Instead, Calais reaches for the back of my head and pulls me to him. He sucks on my lower lips—as if it's his favorite—before letting me go.
Touching my lips with his thumb, he whispers. "I want to maximize this day with you. Do you remember? You promised to stay with me the entire day."
"That's why, I—"
He pulls my mouth down again. This time, he pries my mouth open with his tongue and suddenly sucks my tongue. I pull back, dizzy at the desire that's starting from my gut again.
"If you don't allow me to enter your carriage, I will kiss you until your lips swell. And well, as you can see, my servants had no choice but to watch us."
I widen my eyes and look around. As he said, Parcell's servants are trying not to look, but it is obvious that they are getting embarrassed.
I shift my attention back to him and whisper, "Fine. You can come with me to the Dunnett's, but you need to leave the instant we arrive."
He makes a victorious smile. He lifts me and enters the carriage. Inside, he sits and makes sure that I am sitting comfortably in his lap, before closing the carriage door.
"Let's leave now," he orders to the coachman.
The carriage starts to move and I am about to move away from Calais when he pulls me closer again and kisses me. His tongue invades my mouth and I, instinctively, wrap my arms around his neck.
This time, I sense his need. It's like he's being impatient. He deepens the kiss and soon; I am gasping for air. But when his hand goes under my skirt, and touches my inner thigh, I pull back and push against his chest.
"No…"
He's persistent though and his hand continues to go up. He also keeps my mouth occupied that I had no choice but to moan in his mouth.
With my remaining sanity, I press my knees and legs together, preventing the progress of his hands.
"Lyrica," he whispers as I try to retreat from him. "Let me touch you…"
Flushing at his request, I shake my head. Instead, my fingers trail over his face, studying every part of him. I give him small kisses on his face and when I have enough, I pull back to see the desire in his eyes.
"Don't look at me like that," I say.
"How do I look like?" he asks. His face is so close that his breath tickles my face.
"That you want to make love in this carriage," I whisper.
"At least, you understand," he says and pushes his hand further between my legs.
"Ah! Stop, Calais!"
The carriage moves, and he uses the opportunity to open my legs and presses his hand on my throbbing mound. The instant his hand touches my crotch, I make a squeal, my heart thumping hard in my chest.
"That's something," he whispers, starting to rub.
"Uh!" I moan and as he continues. My arms wrap around his neck and I bury my face in the crook of his shoulder. "Ah… Stop…"
His other hand tightens on my waist while his other hand continues to stroke. But the sensation is just too much that all I did is tremble in his hold while he does his service. It's thrilling, but I feel lewd and naughty. Then, a sense of pleasure rushes from my gut when he slides my undies and touches my bare skin.
I reach for his hand to remove it. "Stop, Calais," I scold, breathless now. "This is not like you," I whisper.
But instead of stopping, it seems as if I am goading him on. His fingers circle around me sensually until I feel the hot liquid rush from me and to his fingers.
He pulls me back and I feel limp in his arms. My legs are still shivering—uncontrollable and with almost no strength—so I hang onto his neck, embarrassed at the way my body reacts to his touch.
"Don't look at it," I say, reddening when I realize he is looking at my release.
"You told me to stop, but it felt good, huh?" he asks.
I hide my face in his neck. "It did," I admit. "But we should not be doing this in a carriage," I whisper.
Calais laughs. He removes my arms around his neck and kisses me, his arms still woven around my body. "Ah, Lyrica," he whispers. "You are so sweet…"
Suddenly, he lifts my butt and repositions me, then he whispers, "I want to be inside you now."
I pause, and he opens his pants. In a panic, I exclaim and place my hands over his crotch. "Calais, I want my first time with you to be special."
He frowns.
"I really like you and I want you so much, but if we do it here… It won't be especial."
And besides, I have things to do that need my full concentration. Having sex with him here, in such a quick fashion, will just make me crave for him more.
"When?" he asks.
"Once you return from the capital and we have the approval from the King. Even if it's before marriage, as long as it's in a private place."
Calais expression softens. "I am fine with that," he says, pulling me closer to him.
After giving me a quick kiss, he asks, "I can still kiss you, right? Before we arrive at your house?"
I touch my nose to him. "Yes, we can still kiss."
"How about touching you?"
"Depends on where you will touch me."
"The same place I did earlier." His hands grope my legs and I hit the back of his hand. "It felt good. Don't you want a repeat of that? Before we arrive?"
"I think you are getting a weird fetish," I remark.
"Because you are being such a bad influence on me," he whispers, his tongue licking the side of my neck. I close my eyes, liking the way his tongue and mouth slide on my skin.
"Where did you learn to kiss?" I ask.
Calais laughs again. "Are you also going to ask how many I have kissed?"
I blush, because that's exactly what I want to ask.
"I don't really have the time to kiss a dozen of women," he responds.
"So half a dozen women?"
He chuckles. "For you to assume that I kissed multiple women before you, you might be thinking that I am a great kisser, aren't I?"
When I nod, he beams, "The way I kissed you, I am just basing that from the way you react to me."
"So it's my fault?"
His laughter rings on the carriage, and somehow, I am finding his happiness uplifting.
"But Calais, you please me so easy. If it's you, every touch and kiss you give me is something that makes me feel good."
I watch his expression darken with desire again. "You say you don't want to make love in the carriage, but why are you stirring me again? Are these your sadist tendencies?"
"No," I say, my fingers rubbing on his lower lips. "I am just being honest."
"Damn," he curses. "I really need to get that approval from the King now."