Page 29 of An Arrow to the Heart

“It’s okay, I want to tell you. It happened when I was seventeen,” he said in a quiet voice after a while, and she brought her head up to look at him but his gaze was still fixed on the ceiling, his eyes etched in pain, “raiders came to our farm in the dead of night, we didn’t even have the chance to defend ourselves. They… they slit my parents’ throats while they slept, and I woke to the sound of my younger sister screaming. She was already dead by the time I reached her bedroom. I couldn’t even save her, I was her big brother and I should have protected her. I wish it had been me in her place. One of them then slashed me with an axe, and I guess they had thought I too was dead. So they took what little we had,” he paused and she brought her head back down on his chest sensing that he needed to feel her.

“We didn’t even have much, it was just a small homestead. I think they came that night because they wanted to kill more than anything else really. Like they got some fucked up sense of entertainment from it.''

He let out a deep sigh before continuing, “but I didn’t die and I woke the following day when our neighbours had come to see where we were. My father had always been up early milking the cows, then delivering the fresh milk to the townsfolk. That’s when they realised something was wrong. My father never missed a delivery.”

Sylvie slid her arm around his waist and held him tight as she said, “thank you for telling me,” her voice soft, she knew that couldn’t have been easy for him and she admired his strength to do so, “I’m so sorry for what happened, and that you’ve had to carry this alone all these years.”

“I never went back after that, I stayed with a neighbour until I was well enough to travel. And I’ve been travelling ever since. Over twenty years now.”

They lay there entwined for a long time, just breathing each other in. She listened to the sound of his heart, the sound of it steading her core. All she could think was that this man deserved the world.

“You know, I could just stay here in bed with you all day,” he said, finally breaking the silence as he was running his hand through her locks.

“Same,” she said, planting a soft kiss on his lips. “But, unfortunately after three days of me not doing my normal rounds, or anything around the cottage for that matter. I’m afraid I can’t.” With that she got out of the bed, still nude, and grabbed her rose-pink robe from the back of the door, tying it loosely around herself.

“Are you sure I can’t tempt you back into bed,” he said, his tone dripping with desire, as he flung the sheets off himself, revealing his naked self. His upper body supported by his elbows, his good knee in the air, legs parted, to show off what was waiting for her and just how much he wanted her. His cock fully erect.

Sylvie looked him up and down, biting her lip, taking her time, drinking him in before she said, “well, how could I possibly resist such an invitation,” dropping the robe by her feet.

She slowly crawled onto the bed, into the space between his legs. She leaned over him, her hard nipples brushing against his chest hair as she kissed him. He brought one of his hands to the back of her head, holding her passionately as he kissed her back wildly.

Then Sylvie began kissing his ear, making her way down his neck, down his chest following the trail of hair that brought her lower to what she craved most. She brought her tongue over the head of his cock, slowly licking up the bead of pre-cum that lay there, before taking all of him into her mouth. He moaned loudly at that, his hand at the back of her head gripping her hair tighter. She loved the way he became more assertive in bed, and Gods she loved the taste of him.

“Gods, Sylvie,” he growled.

In response she began to bob her head up and down. Slowly at first, then faster.

“Sylvie,” he panted, “fuck,” he groaned, “if you keep doing that I’ll…” His words were interrupted by a guttural moan that escaped his lips as she made eye contact with him and she took him as deep she could, her hand playing with his balls. His breathing increased rapidly and the thought of him blowing his load only turned her on more, he was panting heavily now, and she knew he was close. She brought a hand to the base of his shaft and squeezed slightly. That was his undoing, and he moaned as he bucked and spilled his seed down her throat and she moaned her desire around his cock in unison with him.

She loved the sounds that escaped him in his pleasure, they only served to turn her on more but she really needed to do some work today, not to mention the chores around the farm. She had so much to do yet she wasn’t sure if she could resist the temptation of the handsome man in her bed.

Sylvie reluctantly moved to get off the bed, but he grabbed her by her wrist pulling her into him and she was secretly thrilled.

“Oh, I am not done with you,” he practically growled.

In one swift movement she was under him and he was kissing her wildly. Planting kisses on her breasts, moaning at the delight of them, “I hope you know just how fucking perfect these are,” he said. She let out a giggle as she arched her back granting him better access and he growled a muffled response into her skin.

His kisses trailed lower and lower, teasing her he kissed the inside of her thighs with his hand firmly gripping onto her backside.

A moan escaped her as he slid a finger into her and worked it into a curl, moving it gently before his tongue finally found its way to her clit. He added a second finger and began to move much faster, his fingers and tongue working in blissful unison, harder and faster until her breathing increased, the pressure in her building, harder and faster, she was nearly there, she could feel the tip of it then nothing as he lifted himself away from her.

Wait, what?

He looked up at her with a wolfish grin, licking his lips not breaking eye contact with her as he put his fingers in his mouth and sucked.

Fuck, this man would be her undoing.

He let out a feral groan, the sound of it sending shivers down her entire body. She subconsciously bucked her hip in search of him, her need for him overriding everything else.

“Please,” she begged, breathlessly. She’d never begged a man for anything but here she was.

At his mercy.

Begging.

His eyes darkened, his pupils full blown with desire as he said, “not yet sweetness,” his tone rough and sensual.

Her thighs quivered as he brought his tongue flatly against her, licking her teasingly slow along her pussy. A high-pitched cry escaped her at the renewed touch and she grabbed the back of his head, her fingers sprawling through his scalp before gripping tightly to his hair, pushing him into her, until his face was buried in her pussy. The hair of his beard tickling the most sensitive parts of her and his voice rumbled against her in response, sending vibrations deep into her core, only feeding the desire smouldering within her.