Harry and Bertie

Chapter 7

Bertie hadn't been joking when she said she wasn't leaving her house...Granted, there was much to do around her property. When her parents were alive it had been a thriving farm, but now she rented out the pasture and fields to surrounding farmers. All she kept for herself was a plot of 2 acres, the farmhouse and some out buildings. She had decided that she was going to convert one of the old barns into a holiday let. The work on that kept her quite busy.

Harry was an almost constant visitor. She appreciated the help he provided with her remodel and made sure he was well rewarded.

One day, about mid-way through the summer break, she and Harry were working in her vegetable patch. Harry was trying to convince Bertie to attend the annual fair.

"You can't keep hiding out up here. You've got to come back to the village at some point."

"Why?" Bertie stood and dusted her hands off on her pants. "Why should I? I don't owe any of them any kind of explanation!"

"So come," Harry followed her to the shade of a willow tree. "Prove to them that you can rise above it." He wrapped his arms around her waist. "C'mon Bertie, love, I'll be with you the whole time..."

Harry flashed her his 100 watt smile. She gave him the evil eye and tried to resist his charm; which, for her, was impossible.

"Fine." She put her hands up in surrender. Harry removed his arms from her waist and took each of her raised wrists in a hand. "What the heck are you doing?" Harry took two steps forward, forcing her backward until her back was flush with the tree.

He held both wrists with one hand and, using the other, traced his fingers from her hair, ghosting across her ear and with the faintest of touches continued down her neck to her collarbones. "I, my dear, am going to make you feel very, very good," he purred in her ear.

She gasped as his tongue followed the path of his fingers; first down one side, then the other. He placed his hand on her breast and kneaded it through her shirt. She tried to take her hands down, but Harry would not allow them to be released.

"Uh-uh," he mumbled against her neck. "You will do as I say...I will let you go, as long as you promise to leave your hands up there." All Bertie could do was swallow and nod yes. "Good girl."

Harry removed his other hand and proceeded run his hands down her body, stopping and lingering when he got a gasp or sigh from Bertie. He slowly unbuttoned her shirt and hovered over her straining breasts. The rise and fall of her chest held his attention as he held each of her lace-covered breasts in his hands. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to each stiff nipple.

The delicious feel of the dampened lace elicited a moan which made Harry growl low in his throat. He straightened and lowered her hands, "Just for a moment" removing her shirt and making quick work of her bra. The feel of the air against her breasts caused her nipples to harden and peak, sending pleasurable pain to her core.

Harry went to his knees in front of her, placing a hand on either side of her waist. He nipped and licked at her left breast, while his big hand covered the right. She threw her head back and cried out as he sucked, her hips moving of their own volition. Her hands went into his hair, encouraging him to put his mouth to her right breast.

"Uh-uh, no my dear," he raised his head and put her hands back above her head. "No hands!" He tapped her nose with his index finger and ran it down to her lips. She opened her mouth and sucked his finger. His eyes darkened with lust, his cock twitching with each pull on his finger. "Oh fuck Bertie that is so good." She looked at him from under her lashes and smiled, wrapping her tongue around his finger. "Jesus, woman!"

He pulled his finger from her mouth and resumed the worship of her breasts. His hands roamed freely, the feel of her silky skin, slightly damp with sweat, assailing his senses. He went to work on her belt and the zip of her jeans, making quick work of removing them. Once again, he stood, taking a step back. He wanted to see her in all her glory.

She gasped at the coolness, missing the warmth of his hands. "Harry?" He stood there, dumbfounded. "Harry, what's wrong?"

He smiled, "Absolutely nothing." He stepped to her again and fell to his knees. His hands went to the elastic band of her panties, where he teased, running a finger along its edge. "God, Bertie, you are perfect." He kissed her belly, dipping his tongue to her belly button and hooked two fingers in the waistband, he wiggled her underwear down over her ass and tossed them aside. His hands slid down her hips, down her thighs; he spread her legs running his fingertips back up her thighs and skimming past her womanhood.

"Oh," she moaned in disappointment. "Please Harry, you're torturing me."

Harry squeezed her ass and leaned in to kiss her at the juncture of her inner thigh. Indistinguishable noises were coming from Bertie's mouth. He blew softly and parted her labia before pressing a kiss to her inner lips. Her hips were starting to buck erratically; he knew she was close. He circled her vagina with one finger before sinking his tongue in. He swirled his tongue in her vagina before licking and kissing her clit. He inserted two fingers and moved them in rythym with her hips; his tongue flicking over her nub.

A keening sound was ripped from her throat as she came; his name carried off across the fields. She came with a force beyond any she had experienced before. The open air, the possibility of being found out contributing to her pleasure. Harry moved his mouth to her opening, sucking in her juices, glorying in making his woman shatter under his hands.

Bertie collapsed in his arms, entirely spent. Harry sat back and held her close, calming the shaking of her body. He was surprised to find tears on her face, "Shhhh," he whispered in her hair. "It's alright, my love."

Bertie tried to speak, after a few hiccoughs managing to whisper, "Harry..." She turned her face up to his and put a hand to each cheek. "Harry, I love you."

***

"Harry, I love you."

'Jesus,' Bertie thought to herself, 'are you trying to scare him off?'

She was in her big country kitchen peeling carrots, while the scene turned over in her mind, over and over again...

Harry stiffened. He reached up and removed Bertie's hands from his cheeks. "I-I...Bertie, I –"

Bertie tried to brush it off, "Whoa! Talk about 'the heat of the moment'!" She laughed as she got to her feet and searched for her underwear. She hobbled around, getting both legs in, finally leaning against the tree for support. "How silly. Don't pay any attention to that...it just flew out of my mouth!"

Harry rose and gathered Bertie's bra and shirt. Coldly he handed them to her. Without comment he turned and entered the house.

Bertie remained by the tree, hitting her head with her palms. 'Stupid! Stupid! Way too soon for that!' When she was sure he must have left she went into the house. She was surprised to hear running water from the first floor. 'Well, that's a good sign. Unless he's just washing up before he goes home...'

She bustled around the kitchen preparing the evening meal. She had just gotten a small pork roast into the oven when Harry came down the stairs. He hesitated before entering the kitchen; Bertie could see his thoughts flitting across his face. She stood by the oven, waiting...

He crossed the kitchen, stopping a few feet from her. "I'm just going to go home." Bertie tried to maintain a cool façade, but Harry saw the light dim in her eyes. "I'm not angry. I'm not freaked out." He reached out and rubbed his hand up and down her arm. "I simply need to think about what you said-"

Bertie tried to interrupt him, deny what she said.

"No! Please, don't speak." He took a deep breath and continued, "I believe you. I need to process it in my head." He put his hand under her chin and tilted her head up. He brought his lips to hers in a soft kiss. "I will see you tomorrow." She looked at him questioningly. "The fair?" He cocked an eyebrow.

She nodded and touched his cheek with her fingertips. "Tomorrow..."