Epilogue #3
She wrapped her legs around him and used her strength to pull him closer. In a sudden rush, she whirled her body to flip him. She pushed him onto his back, straddling him, her long, dark blonde hair swirling down her body.
“You are a wild one, Isla,” he rasped as he bucked his hips up, pawing hungrily at her clothes.
She raised her chemise over her head. The sheer hardness of him pressing on her made her feel confident, beautiful, and ethereal.
“I need to taste ye,” Isla said as she rolled her hips over him. “Can I taste ye?”
“Oh, Isla,” he moaned. “Now.”
“Say yes, Yer Grace,” she whispered as she rolled her hips harder into him. “Say please.”
“Take control. Show me how much you want this. I will reward you tenfold.”
“Say please, Ben,” she repeated.
“Please.”
“Good lad,” she purred.
A gasp escaped her lips at the thought of his hard cock in her mouth for the first time, and she bent over toward him to kiss his lips once more. She tangled her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, the scent of his cologne and the clean, subtle musk of his skin intoxicating.
Time itself seemed to warp, stretching out as she savored each second. Every touch on his skin, every pressure that she felt, every sigh resonated with a feeling she had only ever dreamed of.
She lowered herself down, unbuttoning his shirt and trailing kisses down his broad chest to his tight abs.
He bucked his hips forward, pushing her down.
She pulled down his breeches, and the sheer force of his wanting was revealed.
She shimmied down further and tentatively lowered her head onto his throbbing cock.
How will this fit in me mouth? She wondered, suddenly nervous at the thought of seeing it through.
“I havenae done this before,” she said shyly then. “Ye will have to tell me what to do…”
He gently rubbed the back of her neck and pushed her mouth down onto his hard cock, using his other hand to stroke the base.
She licked her lips and slid her mouth down his hard length, surprised at how much she enjoyed the sensation.
He bucked his hips up, out of reflex, Isla assumed, causing her to gag slightly.
“Relax,” he said through gritted teeth. “You have no idea how good this feels.”
With his encouragement and the hardening of his cock in her mouth, she pressed on. She moved her mouth up and down, sucking deep and swirling her tongue to bring him over the edge. She picked up her pace, using her hands as well and grabbing his impossibly tight, heavy balls.
“Ahhh, Isla,” he grunted. “Slower. I do not want to… good girl. How have we waited so long to do this?”
Instead of going slower, Isla defied him entirely. She moved her mouth up and down, taking him deep into her throat. Suddenly, she felt a warm, hot sensation pool in her mouth as she swallowed him deep.
He moaned as he bucked his hips into her mouth.
She swallowed every last drop, savoring the moment and feeling the release of her husband’s pleasure.
When they finally broke apart, both were breathing hard, their foreheads resting together. A soft, slightly disheveled smile touched her mouth.
“I think,” she murmured, her voice a little shaky, “I’ve waited my whole life for ye. I didnae ken or ever think doin’ somethin’ like that could feel so good… for me.”
He didn’t speak, just brushed a stray lock of hair from her face and kissed her forehead with a reverence that spoke volumes more than any word could.
Then, he laced their fingers together and led her toward the window, where the stars glittered like scattered jewels, a beautiful, insignificant backdrop to their new world.
Just as Isla was about to fall asleep, Benedict wrapped an arm around her and pulled her tight against him.
“Daenae tell me ye are ready to go again?” Isla said with a yawn. “Ye are incorrigible!”
“You deserve a reward for what you did, and it seems that I just cannot get enough of you. Lift your gown. Now. I know you are ready for me.”
She lifted her dressing gown up and pushed her sex toward him. Without a second’s hesitation, he thrust his hard cock inside of her, pushing himself as far as he could inside of her.
“You are always ready for me,” he said, thrusting in a hard staccato that pressed the deepest area of her.
“I am,” Isla moaned, pushing her back harder against him and moving in time to meet his thrusts.
“Who do you belong to?” He roared, pushing himself harder still inside of her. “Whose taste do you have in your pretty little mouth?”
“Yours, Ben,” she cried out. “Ye are pushin’ me over the edge-”
“Show me how wet you are,” he said, removing himself from her and coaxing her so that she rolled over onto her hands and knees. Then, he shimmied down to meet her wet folds from behind.
He licked her, lapping up her release as she wriggled into his mouth.
She had never felt so wanted, so needed, so impossibly powerless against the sheer force of lust. It was as if the man had been created from her deepest fantasies, ones she didn’t even know she had.
Her mind flitted back briefly to their first meeting, and she shuddered at the thought of not going to the cursed duel.
“Don’t disappear on me,” Benedict barked as he lifted himself back up and thrust himself inside her from behind. “You can take this, come for me.”
He thrust inside of her, in and out, so wet and so hard as she felt every inch of her body tingle with pleasure. Just when she thought she could not take any more, she felt his pace quicken and his release inside her once more.
“You make me feel like a young lad,” Benedict rasped as he flung himself onto his back, wiping the sweat from his brow. “I will spend the rest of my life wearing you out. You realize this?”
“Somethin’ tells me I can take it,” she said. “I look forward to a life of discoverin’ and rediscoverin’ all the buttons we can push on each other.”
“I love you, Isla.”
“And I ye, Ben,” she said. “Now, we must sleep. Oliver will be up before ye ken it!”
“We will have your brother entertain him,” Benedict said with a yawn. “I will need you to do that to me at least one more time before we leave this room.”
“Ye are incorrigible!”
“You keep saying that.”
“It is true!”
“It is your fault for being the most beautiful woman in the world.”
“The way you look at me, I almost believe you.”
“I swear it is true, my love.”
The End?