New ficlet: A Night with my Knight
Marian’s passion for Sir Guy overwhelms her........
I slip in through the door left unlocked, quietly, softly as a whisper. You lay asleep, the light from the fire dancing on your chest, while that which gave me so much pleasure lies covered by the soft woven blanket. Your right arm folded over your abdomen allowing me the sight of your muscled arm toned from years of hard work and training. Your head turned a little to the side, resting, on the pillow presents your face, so elegant in repose, a dark lock of hair falling seductively over your forehead. Your mouth, that mouth, begs for my lips even in sleep. It takes all of my self-control not to reach out and touch you. As my hand reaches out to you of its own accord I regain my control and withdraw it.
Not yet.
Ever since that night, two nights past, when first our bodies joined, I had craved you, the feel of you, the scent of you. I craved more the sensation of your body in mine, so close, your heart beating under my kisses, your breath on my neck, your teeth marking me as yours. It was my first time and you had taken me so gently, my body fitted to yours and only yours. My moans and cries of ecstasy echo in my memory, fueling the desire that moistens the curls between my legs.
Your note this day contained the most beautiful words, “Come to me.” My heart thrilled as I read those three little words and my body responded.
I cannot bear this separation one more moment.
I trod softly to the table and place my candle down, dropping my silken robe on the way to the big bed where you lay sleeping. I gently lift the cover and steal in beside you, the thin, soft chemise I wear little enough covering. Immediately I feel the heat from your body and my body responds. I steal over to your prone form and gently snuggle in along your side. My small size a perfect fit to your tall 6foot 2inch frame. My breath on your neck, followed by light, wispy kisses, not yet enough to wake you, produces a low rumble originating in your chest. I think of a lion in pleasure.
I reach my hand down under the blanket as I continue to press soft kisses to your neck. I feel your maleness stirring, hardening under my soft touch. A drop at the tip and my thumb massages it around the head, moistening your cock and exciting you further.
My lips travel down your chest to your nipple, my teeth, as I am remembering yours, gently biting and sucking. The low rumble turns into a low growl emanating from your throat. In another context it would signal danger, now, here, it promises desire fulfilled and pleasure shared.
You move quickly, taking my hand from around your cock and pinning it to the bed as you turn me on my back. Your right hand pins my left hand giving your body a full press on mine as I look up into the eyes, dark blue with their desire, that have haunted my sleep for two long nights. The thin chemise is like gossamer, my nipples straining against it, begging for your touch.
You shift slightly, bringing your arm underneath me, lifting me to you. My head falls back and my breasts become as offerings. You pull the red ribbon holding the thin bodice together, the two pieces of material falling aside, granting you full access. You eagerly lave first one nipple then the next, kissing and sucking as my hands fist in your hair and moans escape unbidden from my lips. It is when your teeth bite gently on my nipple that the honey rushes between legs. I can bear it no longer.
“Please,” I whisper almost in agony. You shift again, this time your hand holds the back of my head and you lay half atop me.
“Please, what?” You ask, your lips just above mine. My eyes beg you and your lips answer. A crushing kiss, your tongue dancing through my lips to claim my mouth for you. Your hand bunches the chemise up to my waist. Your hand reaches down between my legs and your middle finger slides into me, your thumb gently caressing my sensitive bud. My reaction is immediate and vocal. My mouth opens against yours as a moan of ecstasy and pleasure echo against your lips.
You smile…….pleased.
I reach down, wanting to give you the same pleasure you bring me. My hand wraps around your cock and even in my passion I realize your size is far more than even I remembered. You growl your approval and, encouraged, I move my hand up and down, moving my thumb over the tip, caressing, stimulating. I want to kiss you where my hand travels but you are at the breaking point. With one last finger thrust and twitch of my bud you move yourself and settle between my thighs which cradle you comfortably.
Your cock enters me slowly, giving my recently rendered flesh a chance to adjust to your girth. My eyes close with the sensation of being filled completely. You kiss me fully, and then start to thrust, deep, full and slow. Each stroke hits this spot inside me that lifts me higher to a point that I must reach or I feel as if I will die. I place my teeth at your neck and you groan and thrust harder and faster. Long, full, deep strokes. I start to crest, seeking blessed relief.
Suddenly, as my inner walls reach to pull you in tighter, you are gone. My eyes fly open to find you sitting back on your feet. You pull off the chemise entirely. You take my leg, and in your passion filled voice say, “Turn over,” as you lift my leg and move it to the other side . You pull my hips up and impale me on your massive cock, the penetration fuller and deeper than I had experienced.
The feeling is overwhelming.
With each deep thrust, I cry out in my pleasure .You groan, “My god, you are so tight.” You bend over my back, your larger frame covering mine, and place kisses along my spine. At my neck, your voice in my ear said, “Mine,” as your teeth bit me. I lost it. I sailed over the edge into the abyss. My body exploded into a thousand points of light as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through my body and my juices cascaded over you. My cries and moans caused you to speed your thrusts, intent on your pleasure. Your hands gripped my buttocks giving you control over my body. Faster and faster, harder and harder, your breathing rapid and our bodies slick with the sweat of our pleasure. One, two, three last thrusts and you drew my hips fully onto you and pressed into me. A loud cry escaping your lips as you came, fully, forcefully inside me. As your warm seed filled me, my body started to calm though it vibrated still.
You withdrew from me and collapsed onto your side of the bed, pulling me with you, along your side, into the niche of you, your arm draped possessively around me. You bent your head to kiss my lips and rested your cheek on my hair. A sigh escaped both our lips and we settled.
We slept.