M Rated, final chapter!!

He laid her down, slowly, hovering over her. Her hands fumbled between their bodies as she unzipped the linen crops and shuffled them off.

"Ruth, I did have other ways in mind of making you writhe about," he noted, with amusement, as she struggled to free herself. She laughed, and called him a name he didn't quite catch.

His hands went to her waist as she giggled, and he rolled them over so she lay atop him, body pressed to body. She swung her knees to the side of his hips, straddling him as his arms went to the bottom buttons of her blouse and her hands worked down from the top to meet him, shrugging the garment off so that only the camisole was left. A warm, roughened palm slid up beneath it, across the soft expanse of stomach, and she obligingly removed that too, leaving only her matching underwear. He propped himself on his arms as he leaned up to her and she met him with an open mouthed kiss, laced with the flicker of her tongue and the grind of her hips against his as they fell back to the mattress.

Her hands found his buttons this time, undoing them one by one, at first taking time and attention over each new piece of skin she unveiled, kissing, licking, sucking before simply unfastening the buttons in her increased desperation to get the material off him. Moving lower, her hands finally met the bottom of the shirt and the place where their bodies joined. Unbuttoning the top of his trousers, she momentarily broke the contact of their hips as he raised his slightly, and allowed her to tug the material down.

"Not so easy when you're pinned to the mattress, is it?" she laughed, as he tried to kick his legs out of two layers of clothes, and his response was to make one last bid to free himself, and pull her to him with renewed determination.

He groaned loudly at the feel the hot, damp lace brushing against his arousal as she came to settle over his lower abdomen, and he was overcome with the need to feel that heat against his skin. A hand snaked across her stomach, sliding between flesh and silk and lace before finding its goal. His fingers parted her, teasing her with measured rubbing between her folds before dipping inside her. She fell forward at the sensation, supporting herself above him on her arms, her hair falling in front of her face, and her chest offering itself invitingly to his mouth. His free hand fumbled momentarily behind her back before Ruth was aware of the clasp of her bra being unhooked, and she steadied herself on one arm, and then the other, as it was removed. She cried out as he co-ordinated the curling of his two fingers inside her with the moment his mouth clamped around the peak of her breast, sucking hard as his tongue toyed with her nipple.

The combination was her undoing, as he skilfully continued to concentrate his attentions on her breast as his fingers pressed onwards and the pad of his thumb stroked her into oblivion.

She fell forward fully, this time, head pillowed in the curve of his neck as she panted and gulped in air. She wasted no time, however, in letting him know she was anxious for more, and her kisses travelled up to his jaw before settling, lips parted, on his expectant mouth.

His tongue snaked out, the tip of it flirting with hers, before he drew her bottom lip between his own.

"Are you ever going to remove those fancy pants, Ms Evershed, or did you spend so long deciding which were best to seduce me in, you thought you'd make the most of them?"

"Seduce?! I wasn't going to..." she trailed off at his knowing look and smiled rather bashfully for someone who had just had sex with him in the woods.

"Oh I think you were," he teased, pausing to nibble lightly on her bottom lip as his fingers hooked under the side of her underwear, inching them down on one side. He made as if to roll them over but stopped moving when a firm hand pushed him back to the mattress. He raised his eyebrow at her in question.

"If it's seduction you want, I think you're going to have to stay right where you are, Harry."

His surprised look was quickly replaced with a wide, satisfied smile. "Happy to oblige," he murmured and settled back into the plush quilt, watching her as she rolled off of him, stood at the foot of the bed and dropped her knickers to the floor.

Harry never took his eyes from her as she climbed back onto the bed, crawling slowly upwards, her lips millimetres from his warm skin. Teasing him. He writhed under her, aching for her to touch him, to taste him but she held out. Her breath was warm on his body and as she moved over him and his while body shook as she naughtily blew a puff of air across his straining erection.

"Jesus, are you trying to kill me?!" he growled, causing her to chuckle.

She moved higher still, crawling above his body, so close to being in contact that it drove him crazy. She hovered, perfectly still, as their torsos fell in to alignment, then bent her head to his, soundly kissing him before uprighting herself.

With a teasing glint in her eye, she brushed the wetness of her sex against his tip, promising them both everything but holding it back. His hips bucked at the torture and he grasped her wrist where her hands lay idle about his waist. She didn't need telling twice, slowly, carefully sinking herself onto him as their fingers locked, her grip tightening and her eyes closing as he filled her completely.

Her hands moved to his chest, flattened palms resting against his smooth skin, keeping her balanced as she slowly started to move against him. Harry's hands smoothed along the outside of her thighs, eventually settling on her hips, tightly. His eyes locked with hers and she bit her lip to keep from crying out as he guided her movements, bringing her down on him harder and faster, filling her again and again. He was aware that he wasn't going to last very long at this rate, their earlier activities coupled with the unobstructed and explicit view of her he now had were conspiring against him. Determined to take her with him, his fingers found her clit and he circled his thumb over it, rhythmically.

She swore, quietly and fluently, under her breath as he intensified his touch. She pushed herself further, rising and falling steadily but at a now close-to-frantic pace, her orgasm so close but just beyond her reach. She could feel it, the whole of her insides tightened light a coil, like someone was winding it tighter and tighter and waiting til the moment it would snap, delivering wild, raw energy. She arched her back and forced her body to take him as deeply as she could and, at the first squeeze of her muscles around him, his control shattered and his body jerked upwards. His hands resumed their hold as he pressed up into her tensing, shaking body and shuddered as his own release came.

She fell forward against him, their bodies still joined and hearts beating wildly against their chests as they trembled. After a minute, she raised her head to look at him, his smile as goofy as she knew hers must be. Propping her forearms on his shoulders, her fingers twisted and twined in the hair at the nape of his neck and his own arms reached around to caress the small of her back.

"I don't ever want to move," she whispered, bowing her head to kiss the top of his chest.

He laughed, and returned the kiss with a soft press of his lips against her hair. "Mmmm," he muttered contentedly. "Might be hard to explain in staff meetings though."

She tutted and nipped his skin between her teeth. "Trust you to ruin the moment."

"Actually, I thought that role belonged to Flo," he said, smugly, pulling her roughly up his body, until their mouths were inches apart. "Stop biting me."

She raised an eyebrow. "Or else?"

"You will have to be punished."

His matter of fact tone didn't faze her, in fact, it only encouraged her more. "Really?!"

"Yes, really," he leant forward and pressed his mouth to hers in a brief kiss. "But it'll have to be tomorrow because, as much as I love you, I'm knackered!"

She laughed long and loud, until tears threatened to spill. "God, I love you Harry Pearce."

He shuffled until they were both laid on their sides, arms and legs entwined. "Bloody good job," he growled, good naturedly. "Go to sleep."

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