Page 22 of Always the Lyon Tamer

John recalled the elegance of her walk, the beauty of her eyes, and moaned slightly under his breath. He was about to lose his innocence.

“Please,” he whispered, unable to help himself. “I want you. Show me.”

“Are you ready?”

Her voice was so close to him now that John did not have to guess. He could simply act. Reaching out, his fingers brushed past her breasts as he pulled her onto him.

“John!”

He could not see but heard the pleasure in her voice and reveled in the sensation of her upon him. Her weight was perfect, her breasts against his chest, her legs nestled in with his… It was as though they had been made for each other, as though he had come home.

“Christ, Titania, you feel…” John wasn’t able to finish the sentence. He did not have words to describe these sorts of feelings—the way her breasts pulled up against him, the curve of her hips, the way she was pressed up against his manhood. “I want—”

He did not continue; he could not. She had understood him perfectly and was now kissing him as though her life depended on it.And who knows, perhaps it did?

He was lost in the wild sensations of passion, as her softness and her beauty became almost visible to him under his questing fingers, moving over her, exploring every part of her—he wanted to know all of her.

The thought that he would be doing this again, and again, as her husband and with the blindfold off was enough to push John over the edge. Still, he battled to keep control of his body—his body which had only seemed to come alive, for the first time in his life, as Titania touched him.

“Can I take the blindfold off, now?” He panted the question rather than asked it.

There was that subtle laugh again.Had he ever heard it before, outside of the Lyon’s Den?

“No, John, I told you—because you forfeited the game, you have to do what I say, remember?”

John nodded, his lips once again captured by her. He wanted to see her desperately, but the blindfold did not ruin their encounter. In a way, it accelerated the excitement. It was nice not to be in control. The Lyon Tamer could take the lead.

And then she was gone. John gasped at the shock of her absence, sat up in the bed in a desperate attempt to find her again—and then cried out.

“God in his Heaven!”

Titania had not gone. She had moved.

He didn’t need to see to kiss her. He wasn’t aiming for her lips, after all—he was going to kiss every single inch of her.

After what felt like a wonderful lifetime of adoration, Titania turned him, so she was once again on top of him, this time straddling him.

“Are you ready?”

The phrase itself was innocent, but John knew what she meant.

“Yes. Tame me.”

As soon as the tip of his manhood entered her, John cried out. There were no words; there could not be any words for this sensation, and he wondered how any man, once knowing this pleasure, this joy, this ecstasy, could ever live a day of his life without it.

He had to be careful, as she slowly lowered herself onto him, not to explode into her straight away. She needed her pleasure, and he had to remember that.He had to try to control himself.

John bit his lip in concentration. The intensity was overwhelming, but he would be master of himself.He would not be a disappointment for her.

“Oh, John, you feel…”

Rebecca’s words did not precisely make sense to him, but that did not matter. Before he could say anything, she was rocking up and down against him, and John grasped at her hips, as though he would fall off the face of the earth if he did not.

“Yes, yes,” he moaned. “More, yes!”

“Oh, John, John, John…” she whimpered.

It was as though all the days of his life had been leading up to this, and all he could do was cling on and enjoy the ride.