The Labyrinth

The laughter tickled his ear like the light whisper of a lover. Stephan was instantly mesmerized. Listening intently, he strained to here the direction of the sound that had heated his blood. Standing alone in a sea of tuxedos and evening gowns in every spectrum of color, Stephan felt out of place and desperately wanting the comforts of home. At the second annual Westford Charity Ball, he was just another check, another wealthy bachelor, another pretty face. He hated these people, secretly wishing them all harm as he smiled and nodded through the crowd. That sound, a melodious tinkling of sound reminiscent of the bells of Siam singing softly on the hot night breeze. He felt compelled to follow the sound, to see what kind of mythological creature could possible emit such a delicious sound. Stephan maneuvered through the crowd standing shoulder to shoulder, each clad is a more expensive sleeve than the last. It sickened him, these people, he wondered if half of them knew which charitable cause this soiree was for, or if any of them even cared?
Reaching the upper balcony of the stately house that had been trussed and bejeweled for the occasion, Stephan paused, partly to await the return of the breath that he had been holding and partly to scan the lawns below, listening. Again, ever so slight, she was out there, beckoning him with her mating call. Driving him mad with desire and the frustration to reach her side immediately. He practically pole vaulted down the stone steps and onto the awaiting lawn below. A wide expanse of green stretched out in front of him, broken up only by the hedge that marked the opening to the labyrinth that this estate was so well known for. Taking up residence here had not been his idea, he had vehemently opposed the idea, in fact. But his father had insisted. As the guests of honor for the party season, “it would be unseemly to refuse” was his father’s explanation. Stephan blessed his father silently as he approached the dizzying expanse that was the Westford Labyrinth. He had made it a point to wander this way daily, on his morning walk of the grounds. After a week of boredom, his prior knowledge of the layout may prove to be his greatest asset at the moment.
Slowing his step, Stephan turned his ear to the wind once more. There it was again, her call. He moved swiftly into the beginning turns of the twisted hedges. This far out into the country, something happened to the sky. It transformed from the amber gold of city life at night to a deep purple, winking in encouragement along his way, following the path marked with moonlight. Up ahead of him a shadow floated into his path. She was still at least 50 yard in front of him but he could already feel his shaft stiffen in anticipation. She was intoxicating. Stephan stopped abruptly, staring at quite possibly the most magnificent woman he had ever laid eyes on. Her hair was the color of fire. It glowed copper and surrounded her in a wild cap as the wind picked up to run its glossy tresses through its own fingers. Unbound, it whipped wildly around her. From this distance he could not tell the color of her eyes. She was not dressed properly to be out in this cold night, although at the moment, Stephan felt none of that cold. He reached up to unfasten his own cloak to wrap her in. The grass bowed to the color in her gown. Green and fresh, you could almost smell the scent of the earth on her. Creamy shoulders shuttered slightly as Stephan reached her side. He couldn’t speak, she was perfect, everything he had ever admired about any woman in one package, in one place at the same time.
Moving slowly, as to not spook her, he surrounded her with his cloak. Infused with his heat, it raised Goosebumps on her arms where the rough fabric brushed her delicate skin. Stephan turned her towards him, inhaling her scent, a mix of sandalwood and fear, deeply into his lungs, already tasting her on his tongue. He dipped his head, nuzzling at the crease that was made especially for him where her neck met her shoulder. Asking. Searching for any hint of invitation. Lifting his head, feeling drugged by her presence he saw her slowly lick her bottom lip. He felt her tongue bath his soul in warmth. He need to have her, all of her, he needed to possess her. Holding himself forcible in check, he urged her down to the moist earth, spreading the cloak out beneath her. He returned to her neck, running his tongue down it to the hollow in her throat, feeling her swallow convulsively. Stephan took hold of the edge of her gown at the shoulders, pulling gently at first. He watched as her body was revealed to him, one agonizing inch at a time. Never had he taken such care, such patience. He wanted to savor ever piece of her, unwrapping her like a beloved gift on Christmas morning. His breath caught in his throat as the gown dipped lower, revealing perfectly shaped breasts. He caught one rose bud nipple between his teeth, urging his whirling mind to go slowly. When she arched up against him, he thought he was lost, a wave of such desire coursed through him that he was nearly consumed. Her whimper snagged him and pulled him back from certain climax. He was still biting fiercely on her now pebble tight nipple, a small trickle of blood winding a path down between two perfect mountains. He released her just long enough to capture its twin in his mouth, giving it the same careful attention. Her hands had wound their way up his back to grasp at his neck, fists clenching and unclenching, holding him desperately to her. Roughly, Stephan pushed the remainder of the gown, which has somehow fallen to shreds in his loving caress, down past her hips and left it to hang useless around her thighs. Leaving the temple of her breasts, he explored down her stomach with his tongue, tasting the inside of her navel to the soft fur that concealed her most intimate place. Sighing, his breath making waves in the fields of wheat there. He touched her then, stroking her like a treasured pet. Her knees fell open, beckoning him to bury his head between them. Stephan honored her request, nipping at her inner thighs as he settled himself more firmly between her legs. Again, he inhaled the scent of her, now musky and sweet with desire. Shifting to give his own erection some sense of relief, he tasted her juices, rolling her around in his mouth as if she were the finest wine ever produced. Licking her firmly now, his tongue exploring her inner folds and crevasses, playing in the wetness of her. His tongue not entering her fully, just teasing and tempting. As she began to thrash under him, Stephan finally released his painful erection from its prison. She was so ready to envelop him, he needed to go slowly. Plunging himself up to the hilt into her softness he screams out in excruciating ecstasy. She is bucking beneath him making it impossible for him to slow the ebb of the rising tide within him. Feeling his climax within reach, Stephan reached up to lovingly caress her breasts and higher up onto her throat. He is so close now, feeling his grip tighten in anticipation. He holds her still for his last wild thrusts. Rocking violently, he pours his entire being into her hot opening, squeezing her tightly to him.
Breathing ragged, Stephan eases himself out of her heaven and onto the soft ground below. Taking time to calm his still racing pulse, Stephan gathers his beauty in his arms, rocking her softly into slumber. She is still so perfect he is tempted to remain there with her, but thinks better of it, realizing that his absence at the ball will be noticed eventually. Laying his sleeping beauty gently on her side he rights his own clothing to some semblance of normalcy. He regrets having to leave her so unattended, but he is too caring to move her in this state. Glancing back one last time, Stephan is crippled with another wave of desire and hurries out of the labyrinth before he cannot bring himself to do so. Returning to the ball with her scent still in his nostrils, Stephan gratefully accepts a glass of champagne, silently toasting his own prowess. If he is lucky, the body of his lover will not be discovered until morning.