“Why would ye say that?” She asked amidst giggles, and he shrugged, getting up and pulling her up as well.
“To be fair, it sounded much better in my head.” Davinia felt his hands rest on her waist, squeezing slightly as his head dipped to attach his lips to the crook of her neck, nipping slightly at the tender skin while she arched into him. Her lips parted in a quiet mewl when he kissed up to her jawline, his hands moving to her back, pulling at the strings of her corset.
“Gawain…”
“Do ye want me to stop?” In response, her hands went behind his head, pushing him down for a kiss.
“Nae.” Gawain picked at the strings of her corset until her bodice loosened allowing him to push down the dress which pooled at her feet while he nibbled on her earlobe, his breathing loud in her ear.
“How do ye always look so perfect, m’eudail?” Davinia could feel heat starting to pool between her legs when Gawain’s hands shifted behind her, skimming lightly over her backside. “Ye can touch me as well, M’eudail. I’ll nae refuse ye.” She nodded before she tugged slightly at Gawain’s shirt, ignoring the buttons and pulling it upwards which Gawain complied to. Once his shirt was discarded Davinia hesitantly reached for his breeches, eyes wide as her embarrassment crept up to her cheeks at the sight of the bulge that had already formed. Looking up, she blushed at Gawain’s smirk.
“Do nae laugh at me.” She pulled away from him causing him to reach for her while trying to hide his amusement and failing.
“Nae, m’eudail. I’m nae going to laugh.” He pulled her back to his chest, kissing the corner of her lips before he grinned. “Practice makes perfect, m’eudail. Ye can do as ye wish with me but fer tonight, how about ye just hold on to me?” Davinia peeked up at him as his hands on her waist tightened enough to raise her into the air. Startled, she grabbed on to his shoulders, not letting go until Gawain placed her on his waist. “Ye are already this aroused fer me?”
Davinia bit back a moan when Gawain rolled his hips upward letting the fabric of his breeches rub against her arousal. “Do nae tease me, Gawain.” She received a small laugh in response before Gawain hastily undid the strings of his breeches, pulling them down with one hand as the only secured Davinia in place.
“Tell me when it gets too much, m’eudail.” She nodded and with a slow roll of his hips, Gawain grunted as he eased himself into Davinia, taking a high-pitched moan from her lips when he thrust in halfway. “Are ye alright?” He whispered in her ear and received a sliver and a nod from her as she buried her face in the crook of his neck. "Hold on tight to me then.” Davinia complied, her arms wrapping tighter around his neck, pressing her naked chest against his.
Her nerves had yet to calm down. She let a small part of herself worry about being seen as they were but her desire for this man overtook her senses, having her bare herself for him at a single touch of his hands.
Davinia was pulled out of her thoughts when Gawain started to move in a slow, lazy pace. Davinia whimpered at the teasing stretch, wanting to shift her hips and take him all the way in but in the position she was in, he controlled the pace. Pressing lips to his neck, imitating the way she felt his mouth tease her earlier beckoning a low moan from Gawain. Her eyes heavy, vision dazed as extreme sensations pooled in the pits of her stomach.
“Gawain… Gawain, please”
“Is this not enough for ye?”
He paused before a dirty grind of his hips sinks him down to the base, and Davinia is almost embarrassed by the long, drawn-out moan that rips from her chest at the full feeling.
The sound nearly drowns out Gawain’s own low curse, slick forehead falling against Davinia’s shoulder. Gawain paused once more, his hot breath against her shoulder before slowly dragging his hips, lifting Davinia up before slamming her down onto him. Her arms on his neck loosen enough to drag her nails on the back of his neck, not enough to break skin but enough to earn a hiss from Gawain as he continued his filthy pace.
A fog of arousal clouds Davinia’s mind, her nervousness still blurring the edges and she doesn’t know if she has ever felt so good.
The hard slam of the Gawain’s hips is intoxicating, feeling high off the breathless groans in her ear. Her whole body begs for him as she clenches around him. “Davinia.” She peeked up at the sound of her name, her breath coming out in deep pants. “Davina, kiss me.” His wish was quickly granted with lips crashing, teeth clashing, lip buying kiss. That’s all it takes before Gawain quickens his pace, his body burning against his.
The heady smell of sex fills her nose, filthy slapping of wet skin falling on her ears, Gawain’s hand running along every inch of available skin, squeezing handfuls of her backside, holding her in place and growling when Davinia tightened around him. Davinia drowns in it, losing herself as she feels herself unraveling, head swimming, drowsy and euphoric, and she pleaded for more.
“So gorgeous, m’eudail.” Gawain teases an earlobe with his teeth. “I can never get enough of ye.”
Davinia remembers the tingling sensation spreading from her core, and she moans against Gawain’s cheek.
“I want ye, Gawain.” She slurred, her lips brushing against the noble’s, hot breaths intermingling. “I do nae want this to end. I want to be by yer side.” Gawain’s hips falter, disrupting his rhythm as he stared down at her, a shaky breath escaped him.
“As do I, m’eudail. I never want to leave yer side either. Promise me that ye won’t leave me.” Gawain whispers against Davinia’s lips and she nods, almost delirious with pleasure.
“I promise, Gawain.” Davinia replied, letting her hands cup his face, recapturing his lips in a kiss, one much slower than the previous ones before Gawain picked up his merciless pace, both eager to reach their high.
It wasn't long until Davinia felt it, a warmth spreading from her crown to her toes, a coil within her tightening and tightening until it begins to snap. Each delicious snap of Gawain's hips brought her closer to that edge and the deep grunts against her lips indicate he’s not the only one as Gawain's pace start to get both shallow and deep, erratic and without rhythm.
Something about Gawain losing control sends her over the edge with a high-pitched keen, muffled by the man’s lips against hers. She shudders at the intensity, mind going blank as Gawain continues through her release, encouraged by her sounds, until he tumbled right after her adding to the filthy squelch of their bodies connecting.
Davinia can hardly keep her eyes open, blissed out and exhausted as Gawain rides out his own orgasm, hot breath panting against Davinia's lips, hips slowing to a grind.
Once Gawain broke the kiss, their foreheads met, slick bodies pressed together, burning skin soothed by the light even breeze from the open window. Davina closed her eyes, the aftershocks of pleasure still rippling through her body.
The hand on Davinia's hip wrapped around her waist, tugging her drained body snug against the hard chest underneath her as light kisses were peppered over her shoulder as they regain their breath. She peered down at him, leaning in for a kiss before whispering in his ear, “One more time, Gawain?” At this, Gawain threw his head back with a hearty laugh. She had asked and she would surely receive.
They spent the rest of the night in each other's arms, much oblivious to what was to come.
