She tiptoed so she could put her arms around his neck and kiss him as he kissed her. Her body melted into his as he grabbed a handful of her hair and kissed her passionately. Her whole body trembled with a lust that she was not familiar with. The swell in her breasts made her hold him tighter, as did the hot wetness between her legs.
Naomhan was lost in the warmth of her embrace and wetness of her mouth. It seemed as though he had never tasted a woman’s lips before hers. Her lips were soft against his. For a moment, he sucked on her lower lip and heard her moan in his mouth. He wanted to squeeze her body even harder against himself. He was hungry for her. His heart pounded in his chest as he held her in his arms.
He stopped when she suddenly pulled away from him abruptly. Theodora patted her hair and adjusted her ruffled clothes as she stepped away from him.
“Did I do something wrong?” he asked between pants.
Theodora was panting also. Her chest rose high and fell as his did. She seemed as though she wanted to answer him but then she did no such thing. Naomhan waited there in the doorway unsure of himself. He did not know what to feel or what to make of it.
Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt her? Was it a terrible kiss? Naomhan asked himself these questions. He had never had reason to question how he made women feel. He had always just assumed that they would like it nonetheless. Her approval, however, was important to him. Was that what love meant? It made one a god who would do the impossible and a slave still.
His heart fell when she looked up at him. Her usually calm blue eyes glimmered in the moonlight as she pulled her hair behind her ears. He must have removed her hair pin while they had been kissing.
Theodora took a deep breath before she spoke. “I am sorry. I was out of breath,” she said. Naomhan’s worried face beamed with glee as he sighed in relief. She understood the power her beauty had had on other men but she had never truly seen such care in their eyes.
“You should never hold your breath. It is known,” he said with a smile that was not judgmental.
They stood there, the both of them staring at one another. The night was late but young still for the both of them.
“Marry me, Theodora Kent,” he asked her, getting down on one knee in the grounds of the old church.
20
Months ago, with her nineteenth birthday looming, as well as the pressure of finding a suitor, Theodora had asked her mother a question that she had also asked years before. Her mother’s answer the first time had been that she was too young then to understand. The second time however, she did answer her.
“At that moment, you would know. I think there is a part of us that had always known our soul mates. It quiets while we roam and live, searching for our soul mates. It only speaks when we are close to him,” Mrs. Kent answered her daughter’s question when she had deemed her old enough.
Standing before a man who was the most mysterious that she had ever met, she knew. She knew the voice in her head even though she had never heard it speak before.
“Marry me, Theodora Kent,” Naomhan had asked of her.
She had already given her hand once, before she had known what love felt like. But this time, it was different. This time, it was Naomhan that was asking her. He was on one knee before her and she was barely taller than he was as his eyes begged hers.
“Once upon a time, I would have offered you more, all that I once had and that was my family’s. I am in exile now and an enemy to the Crown in my country. I cannot offer you anything other than my love and my sword, Theodora. I can promise that I will love you till we grow old. I will protect you against any evil, no matter how overwhelming it might be.” He held out his hand and she put hers in it “I will give my life for you,” he promised.
“Yes, Naomhan, yes, I will marry you,” Theodora answered.
Naomhan could not believe the joy in him. He arose onto his feet and lifted Theodora onto himself, hugging her. His eyes were wet with tears of joy as she agreed to marry him. His life was suddenly with meaning again. He would cross a thousand seas to be with her. He would slay a thousand men just for the privilege of seeing her face.
Their lips touched again and they ravished one another. His hands squeezed against her arse and she loved it. As roughly as he kissed her, she knew he held back on her. She wanted his hands all over her body but he was a gentleman. He would not smear her dignity without her permission. After a lawful marriage, they could attempt that. But why wait, she wondered? The both of them had broken so many rules already. They were rebels in love.
Theodora muttered in displeasure as he let her down onto her feet again.
“We should stop,” he said out of breath. The both of them could see that there was no truth to his words. But they were a question, a question he was too shy to ask. It was a question that Theodora knew because her thigh had brushed against his stiff groin as he had tried to put her down.
“Is that what you truly want?” she asked him. This time, she did not care to adjust her hair or her clothing. She could be her unruly and unkempt self around him, and yet it would not diminish the way she looked in his eyes, she knew.
“I fear that my lust might be the very death of me this night. I need to stop myself lest we do something that we both regret,” Naomhan explained but his words still held the tone of a question.
Theodora’s face was a terrible hiding place for secrets. She wanted him also. Her lips were dry with lust and her nipples pleading for his attention. Her thighs were hot with a passion that was hard to hide.
The question Naomhan was trying to ask so subtly was if she was going to give herself to him. A woman’s virginity was perhaps the most important virtue a young woman had to possess. It was sacred even, but Theodora knew she would not have wanted any other man to deflower her than Naomhan himself.
“I cannot go home tonight. It is too dark,” she said to him, breaking their silence.
“Of course, you cannot go back tonight,” he agreed.
There was an unspoken truth between the two of them as Theodora allowed Naomhan lead her away to his room. She had never been inside that part of the church grounds, the old battered building.
“What about Father Damian?” she asked before she could stop herself. She was as frightened as she was excited about what was going to happen. He had touched her and she had liked it. She wanted more. Her body had cried for more.
“He is asleep in his room and will not wake till the morning,” he told her as he brought her to his room. “I could get the windows but I know how you need air.”
Theodora smiled in appreciation, standing in the room, shy of what was to be done. Her clothes were to go off but she was reluctant about it. She had never been naked before a man before. Naomhan seemed to notice her reluctance and came to her after he had lit the candle in the room. There was something about his closeness to her that always made her speechless and breathless.
With a wicked smile that made her lust grow, he helped her undo the ties while she removed her cloak, dropping it to the floor. His hands untied the laces of her blouse as his eyes held hers. There was so much lust and mischief in his eyes that would have scared her if she was not so determined and in love.
He kissed her to distract her and she kissed him back until her breasts were exposed to the cold night breeze. Her hands quickly clasped onto her aching nipples and he chuckled. Theodora would have been mad at him if he was not so handsome. He knelt down and pulled off her skirt, trailing a finger over her thighs, popping goose bumps in his wake. He seemed to stop when his face was close to her groin. It was as though he could smell her juice.
Naomhan lean forward and kissed her flesh, working his mouth to her inner thighs. It tickled Theodora and felt oddly soothing but she tried to muffle her response. She did not want to make the situation awkward for the both of them. His lips nibbled at her thighs as his fingers trailed her curves before he suddenly grazed the back of her knees and she jumped away from him, running onto the bed. She covered hers
elf from her toes to her breasts with the blanket.
Theodora smiled teasingly at him as he watched her lie on his bed. Holding her eyes still, he took off his shirt, and then his pants went afterwards. She held her breath unconsciously as she regarded his beautiful body. His muscles were fully formed, his chest large and broad. His stomach muscles were so pronounced that she thought him almost a man out of a myth. The moonlight washed over his naked body as her eyes trailed down until they came to the member lying between his long legs. He licked his lips knowing that she liked what she saw before joining her.
She still kept the cloth over herself as he lay next to her and cupped her face in his large hand. He kissed her and Theodora leaned towards him. His fingers trailed feather-like touches on her arms, crackling up fire between her thighs. The closer he shifted towards her, the closer she did, to meet him on the little bed.
His hand groped her breast along with the cloth. Gently, he caressed her breast, brushing his thumb over her nipple. Theodora moaned in his mouth and knew she wanted more. She shed the cloth and put his hand over her breast. His fingers teased her nipples some more and she wiggled in the bed, trying to press her thighs together but there was no escaping her own skin.
“I want you,” he whispered into her ear before he moved his cold tongue to her neck. Her hands caressed his broad chest as they moved all over his body. She liked the feel of him and his very masculine scent. She wanted to feel all of him. Despite the chill of the night, his body was warm against the touch of her hand. Her hands trailed down until they rested on his warm thickness. Something about its size made her mouth dry.
She moved her hand over it and felt Naomhan shudder against her.
“I am sorry,” she apologized to him, thinking she had done something wrong.
“There is no need to apologize. It was strange but I liked it,” he pulled his lips away from her neck to tell her.
Theodora pushed him onto his back and straddled him, baring her to the night without any timidity. She put a hand on Naomhan’s chest to hold him down. He could have overpowered her quite easily, she knew this, but he did not fight her. Theodora stroked his cock gently, watching his reaction before she raised her hand up to the head of his cock.
The smile on his face encouraged her to do more, to push him further to his brink as he had also to her.
Naomhan looked up at the woman who he had given his heart. He watched her tame him. A much as he wanted to just grab her and turn her over, he did not because she wanted it. He was a different man with her, a man who wanted only to please her. But he lusted for her.
He took her hands in his and pulled her onto himself as her warm breasts pressed against his chest.
“You are so warm—” Theodora said before he kissed away the rest of her words.
“I love you,” she said to Naomhan when she could pull away from him.
“I love you more,” he said, as he grabbed a handful of her arse, making her smile. She liked his hands on her body.
“Naomhan,” she called his attention. “I am ready.”
“Are you certain of this? It is going to be the most painful thing you have ever felt,” he asked her. He had dreamt of this moment for a while but he still was not comfortable about the pain she would feel losing her virginity to him. He doubted that he could watch her cry.
“I have never been more certain about anything else in my life. I love you and I want you to be the one,” Theodora told him with a stubborn resolve that had always made him smile every time she showed it. Her face had always been so beautiful that he had always wanted to caress her face but this time, alone with her, he could.
Naomhan rolled to his side so that he was on top of her. She opened her legs so that he could rest between them. Looking into her eyes, Naomhan feared to hurt the woman that he loved.
“It will be painful,” he reminded her.
“But you will be here with me,” Theodora said, as she opened her hands and he intertwined his with hers, holding them down by her sides.
“I will always be.”
21
There were no intelligent words to use to describe the pain that she felt as his member tore through her vagina, making her a woman. She screamed as loud as her lungs could. Her eyes beheld white lights that flashed before her eyes. Her hands grabbed onto him, tightly drawing strength from him, to quiet the seething hot pain in her groin.
Naomhan’s face was buried next to hers as he whispered into her ears, telling her that she would be fine. She bit down on her lips as she nodded. She wanted to be strong for him. His member remained inside her, acquainting itself to her insides.
“It will not be long now,” he promised her. Theodora nodded and batted away the stinging tears in her eyes.
For minutes, they lay there with Naomhan’s large arms holding her smaller frame to his body until she felt comfort again. More still, she felt his love. Seeing the pain in his eyes, she found the strength for the both of them.
“It will not be this painful every time, will it?” she asked him and heard Naomhan laugh ever slightly. It made her smile to lighten the weight in the room.
“I could show the other side of it,” he said to her, before nibbling at her earlobes. Theodora felt the goose bumps pop all over her flesh again from her ears, making a path to the insides of her thighs.
His mouth nibbled down to her neck, a part of her body that she had come to feel pleasure even by the graze of his warm breath. She inhaled heavily as she moaned.
Then slowly, he thrust in and out of her wetness. He was gentle with her, picking a pace that did not take long for her to become comfortable with. Theodora found her pains gradually taking a turn and she dared to squeeze her walls to milk his member as he thrust into her. Her intelligent eyes watched the signs and continued still until it became a battle between the two lovers of pleasure.
Who would please more?
Theodora moved her body in sync with Naomhan as he rode her. They held onto one another, panting in one another’s ears as they made love. Theodora squeezed her eyes shut as she welcomed the wave of ecstasy as it washed over her. Their bodies were in sync as though they were complements of one another, built for one another. They were trapped in an age old dance that was not taught. It just felt right.
Everything felt right that evening for Naomhan. The moon was right where it should have been. The candle in his room still stayed lit, despite the gentle breeze, casting its light over the curves of Theodora’s face and perfect body. Her eyes held his when he raised his face to look at her. They were the most beautiful thing he had ever beheld.
“I love you,” he told her, out of breath, as he could feel her tight walls bringing him closer and closer to his climax. There was no use trying to be in control when it came to her. She was the wine that wet his lips and had no end. His muscles tightened as he thrust into her faster, trying to outrun his own orgasm. Her eyes widened in the shock of it and he wanted to apologize but she begged him to continue.
“Do not stop, Naomhan,” she told him. There was a different taste to his name coming from her lips. Her tone held a sense of possession. He was hers.
“Naomhan, Naomhan,” she called out his name as she squeezed her eyes shut, taking him as he thrust into her.
Naomhan thrust into her quicker and quicker as he felt the wave hit him. He roared into the night as he shot his seed into her. His body trembled as he rested against hers before he went flaccid. He rolled off her and lay next to her, holding her to his chest as she curled up. She was still sour from losing her virginity.
Theodora smiled at him as he caressed her face.
“I am sorry it hurt,” Naomhan told her. She smiled at him sheepishly. She was happy, he could tell, despite it all.
“I am happy being here with you,” she said to him, before burying her head back in his chest.
They lay there in each other’s arms for a while. Naomhan had thought her asleep before she suddenly shifted and looked up at him with a f
ace that was timid.
“Would it be unusual if I said I wanted to do it again? I do not know what that makes me. Is it unusual for women to want this so much?” Theodora asked him, expecting judgment. Naomhan wanted to laugh at the absurdity of her words.
“It is perhaps the most natural things that lovers can share but I think that you should rest tonight,” Naomhan said.
“So you do not want me?” Theodora asked him. Naomhan wanted her. He wanted her but scolded himself for his hunger still for her.
“I want you more than you know but—” he started before she cut him off.
“But you have an unusual way of hiding it,” Theodora said as her hand caressed his hard member. She kissed his mouth and pulled him onto herself before they made love again.
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