His body tightened, and his cock, which had been hard from the moment she knelt before him, now rose even more. His heart pounded and he found it difficult to stop kissing her.
“But your poor face,” he said.
“You will not hurt me, Sebastien. I do not fear your passion.”
“And I do not fear yours. Let it go and let us revel in it.”
“Aye, my lord. It is as you wish and command.”
Her saucy tone excited him more and his body reacted by hardening as he slid his hands to the back of her neck and untied the laces there. He was not certain how all of their clothing was removed, but in a few minutes they stood naked next to the bed. There were so many things he wanted to do, so many places on her body that he wanted to touch and taste. There were so many ways he wanted to draw out that moan that she made when overwhelmed by pleasure.
“You appear to be confused, my lord.”
He threw back his head and laughed. “There is so much I want to share with you. So many thoughts and desires are racing through my thoughts and I do not know where to begin.”
“Start by simply loving me. The rest will come as we go.”
“That sounds good to me.”
He started with a kiss. He touched his lips to hers gently and drew her closer. He felt her hands gliding over his skin, around his waist and even down onto his arse. He arched into her, unable to stop and wanting more. He was careful not to touch that side of her face where the bruising was. Sebastien led her to the bed and he sat on it…and smiled. The height of it and his own height put his mouth directly in front of her breasts. Spreading his legs, he pulled her between them and kissed her breasts.
As he watched, her head fell back and she began to make the enticing throaty sound that spoke of pleasure. Her nipples tightened and he moved from one to the other, licking and sucking on them until she did moan. Steadying her with his hands on her hips, he moved his mouth down to her belly and kissed almost to the place between her legs. He felt her clutch at his head, and laughed.
“Am I pleasing you, wife?”
He did not wait for her response in words, for her body answered him and, as he slid his hand between her legs and into the very core of her, wept a welcome for him. She shook and her legs trembled as he continued to draw that moisture out and spread it on the swollen bud there. She shuddered and shivered as he pressed his palm against it, and he felt her tightening around his fingers.
Lara was so close to her edge and he wanted to be inside of her, filling her, when she reached it. He slid backward on the bed and helped her climb up. Instead of laying her next to him, he guided her across his legs until she sat facing him. Taking a moment and hoping it prolonged what was to come, he moved her legs around his hips and bent his legs around her to keep her where he wanted her. With little effort, he pushed forward and entered her. Although doing so nearly killed him, he sat unmoving until she opened her eyes and looked at him.
“You stopped?” she said, in a husky, passion-filled voice.
“Aye, my lady.” He held her steady with his arms wrapped around her. From chest to hips and more, they were touching each other without using their hands.
She squirmed, or tried to, but he was stronger and held her fast. “My lord, this is not fair. Do you not want to take me?”
“’Tis simply the consequences of disturbing my work. I saw the way you moved your hips as you walked out. You knew I would be thinking of doing this.” He arched now, pushing more deeply into her and then drawing out. “And this,” he said as he repeated it. She did not resist him, indeed when urged on by his hands and words, she lifted herself closer so that he could capture the tips of her breasts with his mouth.
“Sebastien!” she cried out. He could feel the tension in her body and knew she wanted release. He was simply not ready to give in.
“Are you aching for me, Lara?” He took the now tender nipples between his first two fingers and squeezed them gently, then rubbed his thumbs across them until she screamed. Then he released them and blew on the tight buds to soothe them. Another shudder shook her, but still no release.
His own body screamed for it, too. He knew it was close, but he drew in and let out a couple of deep breaths until he felt more in control. But that did not relieve the tightness of her sheath around his cock. Or the heat and wetness that so aroused him.
“Sebastien,” she whispered. “Please? Please now? It aches like an itch that needs scratching, and I cannot reach it.”
“Then let me help you, love. Give me your hand,” he said as he took her fingers and guided them down between their bodies. He moved his fingers around hers and spread the wet folds until he—they—could touch the treasure within. “Can you reach it now? Move your fingers with mine.” He waited for her to follow his instructions. She gasped once, and then again and again, as their fingers teased and touched the center of her ache.
“I cannot…” she began, and then the words trailed off as her peak came upon her. He felt it probably before she did, for it spread from inside her sheath out to the bud they teased togethered. Her body tightened and arched against his hands and around his cock. He thought he might come, but he was watching the expressions on her face and managed to hold it back.
She keened, emitting that sound, and he was ready. Lifting her from his lap, he slid down on the bed and settled her over his legs, on her knees this time so she could move. Lara knelt above him now, with her hair streaming over both of them. He took two handfuls and wrapped his fists in it, pulling her forward to his mouth.
Her expression was one of confusion when she gazed down at his hardness. “Will you not take me?”
“Nay, lady. ’Tis your turn to be doing the taking. I promise not to resist you too much.”
“I can take you?”
“Oh, aye. I know your skills in riding. Ride me, Lara.”
