Peter Rakoczy: The Music of My Life

Chapter 18: A Night in Paradise (Mature!)

Warning: This chapter contains explicit material of a sexual nature and is only intended for mature audiences.

After dinner, Peter went up to his room. His heart was thumping in his chest with anticipation. He and Lisbeth exchanged meaningful glances throughout the meal, ignoring all others. Peter wondered whether or not Nina noticed. His niece was quite perceptive, not always to everyone else's benefit.

Peter decided to wash and shave again. He put on clean breeches and a loose silk shirt that he left partially unbuttoned, exposing his sculpted pecs. He fluffed up the pillows on his bed and lit the fireplace, creating a cozy atmosphere. He then plopped on top of the satin bed coverlet and tried to keep himself busy by reading a book. His mind would not settle, and he realized he'd been reading the same sentence over and over again. He closed the book and set it aside. Waiting for Lisbeth was such torture. He hoped she could get away quickly and without having to explain anything to Nina.

Time went by very slowly. Peter almost fell asleep watching the flames flicker and listening to the grandfather clock ticking. The candle by his bed melted half-way before he finally heard a soft knock. He jumped out of bed, ran a hand quickly through his hair and rushed to open the door. When he did, he found Lisbeth standing in the hallway. She wore a nightgown with a robe loosely over it. Her hair fell in a cascade of brown curls down her back. Her cheeks were pink and her blue eyes sparkled with anticipation.

"Hi," Lisbeth said timidly.

Peter pulled her inside by the hand and closed the door behind her. He then pressed her up against the door and kissed her passionately. She put her hands around his neck, returning his kisses with equal ardor. When they were both almost out of breath, they finally released each other. Lisbeth took a few steps further into Peter's bedroom. She noticed the flames dancing in the fireplace.

"It's so romantic," she whispered.

Peter stood behind her, with his arms around her waist. He pressed his chin against the top of her head and watched the colorful display in the hearth.

"That was my intention," he said, nuzzling her hair.

For a few minutes, they stood quietly like that. Peter's heart boomed like thunder in his chest. He wondered if Lisbeth could hear it too. As he slowly moved his hands to undo the satin sash tying her robe, he felt her tremble ever so slightly. He kissed her neck and eased the robe off of her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground. Underneath, she wore a thin silky nightgown that outlined her feminine curves, and nothing else.

Lisbeth leaned into his chest and tilted her head to the side, exposing more of her neck to him. He continued kissing it and gently grabbed her earlobe with his lips. His hands moved up and down the front of her body, caressing her hips and breasts. He could feel her nipples puckering through the thin silk. Her breasts were full and round and Peter cupped them in his hands, running his thumbs in circles over her hardened nipples. Pressing like that against her aroused him beyond reason, and he felt himself getting fully erect. Lisbeth obviously felt it too because she turned around and faced him, gazing down at his bulging manhood while biting her lower lip.

She undid the silk tie that held her nightgown together and gently eased it all off. She stood in front of Peter, completely naked. He drank in the sight of her lovely body. Lisbeth placed one hand over the front of his breeches. She started massaging him, making him groan with pleasure.

She pressed her nakedness against him, and ran her hands under his loose shirt, caressing his chest. She kissed his torso, lingering over his nipples with her tongue. Peter grasped her shoulders and gently pushed her away from him. Lisbeth looked up at him, confused: