Chapter 6

er heart was pounding wildly once again as she moved closer to him. She stood there, looking deep into his piercing hazel eyes. Her hand reached up and touched his soft beard, "I don't know how I could ever repay you." She raised up on her toes, feeling lightheaded and a magnetic attraction taking control of her. Her lips pressed firmly against his. The towel she wore, fell loosely onto the floor around her feet.

Her arms went around his neck as she pulled herself closer to him. His lips parted and set her body on fire. She thrust her tongue into his mouth. Their tongues entwined, dancing together as one, she felt his arms wrap themselves around her midriff. The feel of his strength on her bare skin almost drove her over the edge. She melted into his arms, she wanted to repay him, ten times over.

Her loins wettened as she felt his hands fall to her firm behind, squeezing gently. Her tongue could taste his passion as he broke from the kiss gently and let his tongue travel across her soft skin to her neck. Once there the heat of his lips made her quiver. He sucked and nibbled, ravishing her passionately. A chill ran up her spine and coursed through her body as his tongue gently began to trace a wet path along the rim of her ear. She could hear his breathing and then he purred. Her knees weakened to the sound, and almost gave way as she felt him suck her earlobe into his mouth and gently nibble.

If he were not so strong she surely would have fallen. She whimpered in is arms, wanting to please him. She pulled herself up to his ear and whispered in a voice so soft he trembled, "Let me repay you mi'lord. Take this body and do with it as you please. I am yours for the taking, and am only here to please you this evening." She spoke the words not only from her moist lips, but her body echoed every syllable.

She let her arms fall to his waist as she fumbled with his belt buckle. He ravished her neck and shoulders, biting and sucking making it incredibly difficult for her to continue with the job at hand. His sword fell to the floor. She opened his tunic and let her hand roam through the hairs on his chest. Although she never wanted to leave his embrace, she broke away gently and fell to her knees before him.

With a gentle push, she made him sit on the soft bed behind him. She removed his boots one by one, pausing with each to smell his musky odor. She looked up into his burning eyes. She moved up to help him out of his clothing.

He was muscular, and she was slightly surprised to see just how hard he already was. She had hoped that she would be able to make him grow in her mouth. She looked up at him and smiled, then locked her gaze on his member, for what seemed to be an eternity. She took in the color of the angry tip, and watched as it bobbed to and fro, possibly to the beat of his heart. Her hand went to his chest to confirm the association. She was right. His heart was pounding in his chest. She let her hand slowly slide down over his stomach and wrap itself around his throbbing member. She heard him gasp and felt his hips buck upward slightly. A slight grin crossed her face.

Her hunger grew. She gently stroked him, feeling the throbbing sensation in her grasp. She moved her face closer, letting his musky scent fill her nostrils. Letting her senses be set ablaze with desire, and a flame ignite at her center. The ridges of his member burned her palm as she continued to stroke. She tightened her grip, and watched the clear droplet form at the opening.

She moved in closer, letting her tongue push forth from her eager lips. She tasted the droplet, letting the salty flavor flow over her tongue, making her long for more. The taste teased her palette, increasing her desire to please him. Her tongue lapped at the tip. Her lips parted and her grasp tightened while her strokes became more urgent. She pulled him into her warm, wet mouth.

He tasted divine. She heard him groan and it pleased her to know that what she was doing made him happy. She moaned with him in her mouth, sending shivers up his spine. She felt his hand rest atop her head. He grabbed hold of a chunk of her hair and pushed his hips up to meet her mouth.

She felt his foot, on her inside leg, moving up toward her dripping wetness. She let out a muffled yip as she felt his toe moving between the moistened folds of her being. She moved against it. Wanting more, working faster on his member. She felt a tug on her hair, as he pulled her off him and up onto his lap.

"Yes," she exclaimed as she scrambled into his lap. She grabbed hold of his member and aimed it at her gaping wetness. She took a deep breath as he entered her. It filled her completely and she gasped as she felt it hit the back wall. She began to move against him, wanting him to rip her apart. Wanting him to make her explode. She moved feverishly atop him. Letting her passions take control of his body. Letting her body make sweet love to him, moving as one with him.

She felt his hands cup her firm breasts and his fingers find her hardened nipples. She moaned loudly as he pinched them, rolling them between his finger tips, tugging at them. Her body was on fire, and she felt herself come to the peak of her ecstasy and a warm wash of her juices flowed over his throbbing manhood. She jerked violently against him, feeling him pound deeper inside her. He didn't stop. He kept on going, thrusting deeper and deeper, harder and harder.