I must apologise for posting this chapter out of sequence. After my computer problems I had to rewrite it. Anyway here it is - at least as much as I could save. Remember if you like this story I would be pleased to hear from you.
Chapter 6
My few days away with Marie were over far too quickly. We'd spent a happy laughter filled day wandering arm in arm around the quaint old fishing port of Whitby. I bought Marie a small heart shaped broach made from Jet which she had pinned proudly to the front of her teeshirt. It rested so charmingly between the mounds of her small well formed breasts.
"I'm going to be very envious of that reating just there all the time" I grinned at her.
"You're welcome anytime" she replied softly.
Tomorrow was the last morning when we would be able to wake up in bed together and I would be able to hold the wonderful teenager in my arms. Later tomorrow I would be back in the classroom and Marie would be back serving in the restaurant where we had first met. The thought made me a little miserable and downcast until I looked down at the serene slumbering face of my young lover. How could anyone be sad when such a girl was so close to you. A bare white shoulder, the skin as smooth as silk, was visible above the sheet and I leaned closer and pressed my lips to the warmth of her neck.
Marie was laying face down on the bed beside me, her head close to my upper body. The peace of the night was broken only by the combined sound of our breathing.
I allowed my hand to stroke along the rounded curve of her left buttock and then I dipped my fingers gently into the widely parted gap between the backs of her shapely thighs. She wriggled contentedly and made a small mewing sound.
"I like that" she purred into the side of my arm where her adorable face rested.
"I like doing it" I responded, my voice hardly above a whisper.
"These few days have been fantastic haven't they?" she murmurred. "I've never been so happy".
I leaned over and kissed the side of her head. She smelt gorgeously of shampoo and shower gel.
"mmmm that was nice too" she breathed.
"Are you tired? I asked softly.
Her eyes opened and she stared up at me.
"The way you are touching me at the moment will soon drive any tiredness away" she laughed gently.
Our room was lit by one solitary candle placed across the room on a table. On the small table there was the remains of the bottle of wine we had shared and laying alonside was the delicate wispiness of her tiny panties. The dim light was all we needed to see each other. The gentle yellow glow was just enough for us and what we couldn't see we could feel.
Her taut buttocks clenched tightly as my hand slipped further around and brushed the slight opening at the top of her thighs.
I trailed my fingertips very lightly over the swollen lips of Marie's tender vulva, letting them stray into the open folds and testing the dampness flowing there. Her pert bottom wriggled appreciatively and then settled back as if waiting to see what I would do next.
"You're teasing me again Sarah" she groaned.
"I know. It's nice isn't it" I chuckled. Her buttocks lifted again searching for my fingers.
I heard her softly moan and breathe deeper as my fingers travelled over the swollen nub of her already swollen clitoris. It was very pronounced and resembled a small pea. She wriggled sexily and her thighs spread further apart.
"I'm not used to all this loving" she murmurred huskily. "I hardly have a moment to catch my breath"
I leaned into her and kissed her on the mouth.
"MMMM" she purred. "I can still taste me on your lips".
"I'll get up and clean my teeth if you want" I said.
"No, don't do that. It doesn't matter - really".
The tip of my deeply inserted finger found her G spot just where I knew it was situated and her body tensed in pleasure.
"That's the place" she moaned softly. "You find it every time".
"I'm getting very practiced" I smiled. She tensed again and wriggled her slim pelvis. The slippery opening between her legs was getting steadily wetter and hotter.
"You'll make me come again Sarah" she breathed.
"That is the idea" I muttered.
Marie's pliant vulva was soaking wet by now. The outer and inner lips were sliding apart when my fingers played between them. The opening to her vagina was tight but gave at a slight pressure to admit me.
"Oh Sarah" she groaned.
Her slender hips rose, her body bowing and resting, swaying, on her knees and presenting me the trembling globes of her buttocks. I pressed deeper and she shuddered helplessly. This would be her second climax and it was going to be a big one.
Her face, half turned from me, took on a wild fevered expression and her lips drew back from her perfect teeth. She frowned and I saw her mouth fall open as she spiralled into the beginning of the orgasm. For a few moments I concentrated on her clitoris and she bucked and rolled herself into the muscular contractions.
Holding her at the peak was easy. Gentle pressures and rubbing kept her locked into the trance like state that I knew was going to give her the most pleasure.
At last she slowed and collapsed down onto the bed and my fingers slipped wetly from her vagina. Sweat glistened on her brow and her breathing was extremely laboured.
"You can do that as many times as you like" she gasped noisily.
She spread herself closer to me and layed a hand on my busom. My very sensitive nipples reacted immediately and spiked into hard points under her palms. It was all indication she needed to procede into her normally enthusiastic love making.
My legs parted and accepted the feather like caresses that she gave me.
It must appear that our entire stay in the cottage was one long bout of love making but it wasn't really. We took long walks on the moors and dined out in a local pub until I couldn't sit looking at her beautiful features any longer and wanted her. I told her so and her youthful face lit up with joy.
"I was hoping you would say that" she beamed.