Chapter Nineteen #2
Still inside her, he released her legs and kissed her softly, willing his breathing to return to normal.
He slid out of her and lay by her side, pulling her to him.
“Are you hurt?” he asked as he brushed a lone tear from her cheek.
“Nay. I am not hurt. I am merely wondering if it will be like this for us all the time and how often we can do it.”
Alexander could not help but chuckle. “I have never felt like this,” he said. “But I think it will always be like this with us. And as for how often,” he said as he kissed her again, “that depends on the needs of my wife.”
“Oh really? Does that mean I can have you whenever I like?”
“Aye, wife. You can have me whenever you like.”
“Can I have you again now?”
He wondered how he’d managed to find such a woman. And to think he’d thought her experienced at one point. Now knowing with absolute certainty she’d not been, he could imagine all the ways they would pleasure one another in the years to come.
Alexander rolled over onto his back. “You can have me again,” he said, his cock coming to life again as she sat on him.
Her breasts were round and firm. He reached up to flick one nipple and saw the immediate reaction on her face which he could only describe as pure pleasure, seeing her lick her lips and then bite the bottom one.
“By God, you are beautiful,” he said.
He loved the way she slid her hands over his chest as she ground her perfect bottom onto him. He reached down and held his cock while she positioned herself to take him. And take him she did. All the way until their bodies met.
With her head tilted back and her hands on his chest, she slowly rocked her body to move him in and out of her.
He did not move as she found her rhythm, but watched as she found a certain spot that was particularly good for her.
Her breath came in and out in gasps as she rocked harder and faster, and he could see her climax approaching.
He sought and found her hardened bud and pressed hard then rubbed up and down as she rocked.
He held her hip to keep himself from spilling into her as the sight of her revealing her passion was more than any mortal man could bear.
She met his gaze as she pushed hard against his cock and his fingers, looking almost wild as her orgasm rode closer and closer.
“Show me your passion, Marion. Show me everything,” he said.
She gasped as her body tightened around him so hard, he could hold on no longer.
With both hands on her hips, he thrust up into her hard and fast, his own orgasm rushing through his veins at breakneck speed.
He threw back his head as a guttural groan erupted from him.
By God, he would not survive this, but if he was to leave this world, he could think of no other way he would prefer to do so.
His body pulsed and shook for long minutes as his heartbeat returned to normal. She lifted herself off him and lay by his side. Clearly, she’d found more pleasure in that position, but he could not wait to find other ways to explore the extent of her passion.
And with that thought he was suddenly starving. He pulled a sheet over them both and then sat up to scan the chamber. Their hosts had thought of everything. On a side table was some bread and cheese and meat and a tankard with two goblets.
“Are you hungry?” he asked her.
“Nay, Alexander, I am not,” she said, her voice holding a tone of sleepy satedness.
“Do you mind if I sit up for a moment and have something?”
“I don’t mind at all,” she said, this time even quieter.
Alexander pulled a quilt over her and got out of bed to fill his now rumbling belly.
He sat by the small fire for a while, eating a few bites and sipping the mead that had been provided.
From time to time, he glanced over at the small mound in the bed.
He’d never dreamed such a woman could exist. He’d known some women in his life and had enjoyed those who knew their way around a man’s body.
But he’d never experienced anything the likes of what they had just shared.
She was so unbridled in her expression of passion.
He’d suspected they would be compatible from their other encounters, but nothing could have prepared him for this.
Alexander finished his meal and mead and crawled into bed beside her.
She was on her side facing away from him, so he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close to his body.
He reacted as soon as her firm round bottom touched his cock.
It was like she was crafted to perfectly fill his every passionate need.
In her sleep, she pushed back against him when he reached up to cup her breast. She groaned when he lightly pinched her nipple.
Alexander reached down and slid two fingers inside her and teased until she was wet enough then slid his now rock-hard cock into her, achingly slowly.
He wondered at what point she would awaken knowing he would never dare such an act if her body did not respond, or if he thought for one second she would not want this.
Holding onto her hip, he rocked in and out until he felt her pulse around him. She gasped as her orgasm took hold.
“Oh God, harder, please,” she said.
He pulled her up onto her hands and knees and thrust hard and fast and deep within her, his fingers digging into her hips. She clutched the sheets in front of her as she pushed back onto him as hard as he was onto her.
“Harder, please, harder,” she said in a whimpering plea.
Alexander gripped her hips harder and slammed his cock into her as hard as he had wanted, holding nothing back as he watched her perfect ass move in front of him and her head tilt upward as she repeated, “oh God” and “oh aye” over and over until she stiffened, and her body tightened around him drawing his seed into her.
She rested on her arms with her head down as her heavy breathing slowed while she still pulsed and twitched.
When they were both fully finished, they collapsed onto the bed and Alexander managed to pull the sheets onto them before falling into a deep slumber that offered no dreams or torments, but pure exhausted deep sleep.