4. The Earl Falls Hard

Rafe, The Earl of Langham, lounged lazily on the grass, toying with his glass of wine as the hot sun beat down on his handsome face.

Normally he found these picnics something of a drag but today he was enjoying the view up a young lady's skirt. Her Aunt, Mrs. Rawlings was doing her best to get his attention, recounting bawdy gossip in her deep honey drenched voice, but his eyes were fixed on the ankles of her niece. He had had his fill of Mrs. Rawlings yesterday, when he had rammed his cock up her in the conservatory and once each house party was quiet enough. He did not want her getting any ridiculous notions, after all.

The young lady shifted her feet, which gave him a better view up her skirt, and he moved his head slightly to the left.

On the other side of the reclining group his friend, Henry Barnes, was smirking at him. "Hell of a view is it not, Langham?" he asked.

"I love this time of year," the young Lady sighed. "Everything is so ... fecund."

Rafe choked a little on the wine he had just been sipping and his cock swelled in his suddenly tight breeches. What a wonderfully filthy sounding word he thought as he stared at the innocent little mouth that had uttered it. He would love to show her how fecund he was. He would like to shove the most fecund part of him up her tight little snatch right this minute.

But Henry interrupted his pleasant musings. "Where is Sophie today?" he asked.

Glaring at his friend, he said tightly, "She is meeting the new Governess." That man showed far too great an interest in his lovely cousin.

"Oh no!" cried one of the ladies. "Have those wild boys scared off another one?"

"Yes indeed," he drawled. "She fled last week after they locked her in the schoolroom cupboard."

Henry laughed. "Little devils! Someone needs to show them a firm hand."

And it will not be me, thought Rafe. William and Arthur were fine as they were. He loved those motherless boys with their untamed lust for life. They reminded him of himself.

He placed his glass down on the grass and slowly drew himself up. He had had enough of this polite chitchat and was itching to be alone for a while.

"Well, I hate to leave such a happy party," he said, glancing down at the young lady and noticing with satisfaction that she was staring at his throbbing crotch with wide eyes. "But I have business to attend to."

***

On the walk back to the house Rafe passed the lake and could not resist the lure of the cool water. He stripped off his frockcoat, shirt and boots and dived straight in, floating on his back for a while watching the clouds above him in the ridiculously blue sky.

He reluctantly pulled himself out of the water and carrying his discarded clothes strode back to the house, his soaked breeches clinging to his muscular thighs. Yes, it was indecent to be stripped naked to the waist but everyone was still on the hill, everyone except Sophie that was and if she were to stumble on him half naked, then well and good. He would love to see her face as she surveyed his bare chest. He was hard again at the very thought.

As he approached the house through the rear courtyard, he was so intent on reaching his room and giving himself some relief that he barely noticed the woman until she gasped loudly and dropped the book she was holding.

He stopped in his tracks and took in her shapely figure; a tiny waist, a swell of generous breasts, an elegant neck, high cheek bones, thick auburn hair barley confined in a bun. He actually gulped as her green eyes coolly regarded him.

He managed to gather himself together and say politely, "How do you do?" with a slight bow.

Her luscious red mouth curled up in an amused smile as her eyes raked over his naked torso and further down to the wet breeches stretching across his throbbing crotch. His cock strained against its inadequate covering under her gaze.

"Sir," she said, her voice full of restrained amusement.

"I don't think we've had the pleasure," he stammered. "I am Rafe, the Earl of Langham."

She merely continued to regard him with her green eyes. He had never seen eyes that colour before. They were so clear and intelligent he actually trembled under their cool regard.

"And you are...?" he asked, his voice sounding more than a little rough.

"Charlotte," she said and picking up her book she turned and walked away, giving him a view of the creamy skin of her nape below her upturned hair.

Jesus Christ, he was as stiff as a pole and hurrying into the house and upstairs into his room, he immediately wrestled his prick out of his clinging breeches and wrapping his fist around the shaft, roughly stroked himself to visions of auburn hair spread over pale shoulders and lips wrapping themselves round his helmet, before cum shot out in a wide arc and splashed onto the rather expensive Turkish rug.

***

An hour later he had bathed and dressed again and felt ready to be in public.

Sophie was sitting in the drawing room and he strode towards her ready to plant a kiss on her sweet cheek, but she rose and said quickly, "Rafe! Do say hello to our new governess."

He slowly turned to see the woman of his so recent fevered fantasies standing by the fireplace, her red lips turned up in a wry smile.

He actually blushed. He did not think he had ever blushed before in his life, and her green eyes swept over his body once again before she said, "Hello."

And at that moment he knew he had to have her. He would have her stripped and spread before him, open wide and begging him to fuck her, digging her nails into his backside and coming hard around his cock. By God, he would have her or die trying.