Chapter Sixteen #4
Corisande gasped with surprise when his fingers delicately touched the thick outer lips, matted with a fine fluff of dark hair.
He was gently tugging on a nipple as he fondled her with the utmost gentleness, allowing her to become accustomed to his touch.
Corisande groaned with pleasure as she gradually became accustomed to his careful fingers.
Only when her body loosened beneath his restrained touch did he attempt to part her pink, quivering petals.
She was unbelievably hot and wet. He slipped a finger into her sheath, so incredibly tight that he very nearly released himself at that moment.
But he fought his reaction, nibbling on her neck and her ear, whispering words of beauty and adoration.
Corisande’s reaction was to spread her legs a little wider, bending her knees, willing to submit to anything he wanted to do to her.
Cole could feel her tight passage contracting about his slick finger, pulling at him.
Settling between her legs, he rubbed his manhood against her Venus mound, stroking the outer lips as he had done with his fingers. She was glistening with wet heat, spilling down onto the linens, and he continued to rub himself against her as she watched his face without fear.
Their eyes met.
“Are you certain this is what you want?” he whispered. “I can stop at this moment and there is no harm done.”
Her answer was to pull him down to her, her mouth latching on to his, and Cole’s restraint was gone.
He tried to move slowly. God knows, he did, but he found himself fighting against his natural instinct to drive into her like a rutting bull.
He worked carefully, gaining headway slowly and feeling her tightness draw him in.
She was so slick that it would have been easy to simply thrust into her and be done with her maidenhood quickly, but he held back.
She was being bold, willing to know him on a deep and intimate level, but he wanted it to be a good experience for her.
He wanted her to love it as much as he was.
Corisande was calm beneath him, her hands on his enormous biceps for support as he forged ahead into virgin territory. Beneath her hands, she could feel his heated body trembling as he struggled to maintain control, but that didn’t last.
His desire overwhelmed him.
Drawing her knees up, he thrust into her tender body and Corisande gasped loudly with the sting of possession.
Cole was seated to the hilt and he pulled her into an embrace as he began to move gently within her.
Slowly at first, relishing the feel of his erection embedded within her tender body as Corisande clutched him, wrapping her legs about his hips to hold him fast.
Cole’s pace increased, quickening his thrusts into her.
His strokes were measured and long; enjoying the moment, the closeness to her, experiencing an outlet for the emotions he was feeling for her.
Against him, Corisande’s gasps of passion told him that she was beginning to experience the same pleasure that had so easily consumed them both.
It was passion on an entirely new plane.
But it was passion that was building to a climax faster than Cole had wanted.
He had hoped to draw out their experience, to savor every move, every taste, but his body had other ideas.
He was so highly aroused that his climax came like a tidal wave.
It washed over him and he growled low in his throat as he spilled himself deep into her body, feeling every last spasm with the greatest of pleasure.
But his release never stopped his movement; he continued to stroke in and out of her even after he spent himself, wanting Corisande to experience the same delirium that he was.
He shifted his weight, gazing down at her flushed face as he continued to roll his pelvis against hers.
Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back, and he found his gaze drawn to her magnificent breasts as they bounced every time their bodies came together.
One hand trailed down her neck, encircling a breast before moving towards the junction where their bodies were joined.
Seeking her hard little nub, he stroked her a few times before Corisande’s eyes flew open with surprise.
In the next moment, she bit off a loud shriek against his shoulder, muffled against his heated flesh.
The last thing they wanted was to tip anyone off to their activities, so Corisande kept her mouth against his shoulder until the ripples faded and she was reduced to a quivering shell.
“Breathe, love,” he whispered. “Just breathe.”
Corisande pulled away from his shoulder, gasping for air. “What… what was that?”
He buried his face in her neck, chuckling. “That is why men and women risk everything to do what we have just done,” he said. “Are you well? I did not hurt you, did I?”
Corisande swallowed hard as she caught her breath. “Not at all,” she said, looking at him as he loomed over her. “That was… miraculous.”
He smiled tenderly. “Are you sure you are well?”
“I am,” she said. “I promise, I am. Oh, Cole… swear to me that it will always be like this. That this moment will come again.”
He brushed a bit of stray hair off her forehead as he looked at her. “If it is within my power, it will always be like this,” he murmured. “Forever and ever, I swear it.”
She smiled faintly, gazing into his unique eyes. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure, my lady.”
He said it seductively and she realized that he didn’t understand her. “I did not mean for that,” she said. “I meant for coming to The Keld in the first place. For seeing something in me that I have never seen in myself.”
“What’s that?”
She lifted her slender shoulders. “Love, I suppose,” she said. “You saw a woman you would marry. You saw love. No matter what happens tomorrow, I am yours until the end of time, Cole. There is no one in this world or in any other that could ever take your place in my heart or soul.”
He put a massive hand on her face, dwarfing it.
“I will see you tomorrow at the end of the day,” he assured her softly.
“I will return to you, Cori. The only thing that can keep us apart is death and I am not even sure that is strong enough to keep me from your side. I will always be with you, no matter what comes.”
She reached up and cupped his big face with her two hands, stroking his cheeks with her thumbs.
“I am not entirely sure I will have a chance to speak with you tomorrow before you go into battle, so I will speak to you now,” she said.
“I am so proud of you, Cole. I’ve never known pride like this.
I pray God keeps you safe during the trials you must face in the coming battle, but whatever comes, know that I will be waiting for you in the end. ”
“Thank you, my queen. That means everything.”
“And then we are going to get married!”
He laughed softly. “We are, indeed,” he said. “Which reminds me – my father is probably down in the common room, wondering where I am. So as much as I hate to leave you, I must.”
She sighed unhappily. “I know,” she said. “And I must dress and come with you.”
He scowled. “We cannot go into the common room together, you silly wench,” he said. “We shall both be coming down from the upper floor? Do you have any idea how that will look?”
“Suspicious, I would imagine.”
He grunted, kissing her swiftly before pushing himself off the bed and going in search of his clothing.
“Suspicious, indeed,” he said. “I would have a hell of a lot of explaining to do, and I do not wish to get into a row with my father the night before a battle. Let me go first and you will give us about a half-hour before coming down yourself. I must tell him about us and I want to do it alone. In fact, I think I will climb out the window and come in through the front door just to be safe.”
With a twinkle of mirth in her eyes, Corisande sat up, pulling the coverlet over her chest to protect her modesty as Cole pulled on his breeches.
She’d seen men half-dressed before, as patients she had tended in the course of her duties, but this was different.
Cole was absolutely magnificent, muscular and powerful.
It made her heart thump against her ribs simply to look upon him, to know that he was hers.
Truly hers.
She’d never felt so content or happy in her entire life.
She must have been gazing at him rather dreamily because he kept looking at her as he dressed, pulling on tunics and boots.
“What are you thinking?” he asked.
She shook herself out of her reflections. “I’m thinking how happy I am,” she said. “I’m sorry – I should offer to help you. Do you need help?”
He shook his head, able to pull on his mail coat. “Nay,” he said. “What I’m wearing now is simple. Tomorrow, however, it will be considerably more complicated.”
He may have been armed to the teeth, but he wasn’t wearing what he would normally wear on the field of battle as far as protection on his forearms, shoulders, and legs.
As he’d said, he’d be carrying much more tomorrow.
Corisande swung her legs over the side of the bed, still holding the coverlet up to shield her nakedness.
“Are you really going to jump out the window?” she asked.
In response, he went over to the window and peered out. They were on the side of the tavern, with a yard down below. It wasn’t too terribly high and he flung open the shutters wide.
“I am,” he said, going back over to the bed and giving her one last kiss. “Hurry and dress, please. Do not delay.”
“I won’t.”
He gave her a wink. “Good lass.”
He scooted back over to the window and sat on the sill, slinging his legs over the side. Wrapped up in the coverlet, Corisande stood up and started to come over to the window, but he hissed at her and waved her away.
“Are you mad?” he whispered loudly. “Do you want someone to see you?”
Stopped in her tracks, she shook her head, wide-eyed.
Carefully, he lowered himself out of the window until he was dangling and then he let himself fall to the yard below.
Throwing caution to the wind, Corisande scooted over to the window, closing the shutters, but not before she peeked out to see Cole brushing off his knees and straightening his tunic.
As he began to head out of the yard, she quickly bolted the shutters, tossed the coverlet on the bed, and began rushing around for her clothing.
The moment she lifted her hands, however, she realized that she could smell Cole on her flesh.
Sniffing her arms and hands, his scent was everywhere and her heart fluttered wildly.
His sweet, delicious musk.
For a moment, she stood there, nude, looking down at her body and remembering all of the delicious and wicked things he’d done to her.
She was an inexperienced virgin, or at least she had been only a short while ago, but that didn’t stop lustful thoughts from claiming her as she thought of Cole’s body upon hers.
Timidly, she touched her breasts, the nipples he’d seemed so fond of, and a jolt ran through her when she touched herself.
A jolt that ran right down through her loins.
Hesitantly, she put a hand down there, feeling the fluff of curls.
It was also damp and sticky from their lovemaking.
As much as she hated to wash away his scent, she also didn’t want to smell like a man because she didn’t want anyone to catch wind of a scent that did not belong to her.
Therefore, she turned towards the cool bath water and quickly washed up.
She had a father to meet and she didn’t want to meet the man smelling of his son.
A son she loved with all her heart.