The Road To Avea

by Lynn Lorenz

  "Below, where you caress. It aches terribly." She spread her legs and thrust her hips upward.

  "Then let me ease your ache." His fingers caressed her mound, then parted her woman's folds and discovered the molten heat that waited for him. Stefan moaned as his fingertips delved into her wetness, sliding his finger down the length of her folds to find her heated core.

  Plunging into her, he concentrated on the feel of her, the warmth, and the incredible softness. As she contracted, he felt the powerful muscles that would soon envelop his member.

  "Sarah, you're so soft, so hot." He took his finger out of her, and she whimpered at her loss.

  "No, put it back."

  His finger found her again and slipped inside her.

  Sarah's back arched in pleasure. Her fingers grasped his shoulders so tight he winced. His finger glided as it explored her secret places, learned the petals of her flower, the hardness of her nub and committed the map to memory.

  "You make the ache worse, husband, not less," she gasped out.

  "Perhaps I should look deeper to find your ease." His mouth found hers as he continued to slide his finger down to plunge deep inside her, echoing what was to come.

  She moved her body beside him and made small, hungry sounds as his searching fingers explored her secret crevice, trying to drive her body mad with desire.

  She let him go on learning her body, much to his delight.

  "When we were in Avea and that man reached for you," he said, "I don't know what I'd have done if he'd touched you, Sarah. I didn't want any man to touch you, only me," he admitted.

  "Your hands will be the only hands to touch me," she promised.

  "Tell me I please you," Stefan whispered hoarsely, his voice heavy with his arousal.

  "By the One God, you do please me."

  His mouth opened as he kissed her and her tongue met his before his lips pressed to hers. They sparred. Capturing her bottom lip, he pulled it into his mouth, sucking it, making her moan. His longing for her rose to a fever pitch. When he pushed his tongue deep into her mouth, she caught it, sucking it hard, and he let out a low moan deep in his throat.

  "Sarah, I can no longer keep myself from you."

  "Make me yours," she begged, pulling him on top of her and spreading her legs.

  He trapped his hardness between their bodies. Taking her hands in his, he pulled them above her head. Their fingers entwined. Eyes locked.

  He wanted to dominate her, to feel male, powerful, in the taking of her body.

  "You are mine, woman, as surely as I am yours," his deep voice rumbled.

  Angling his hips, he guided the tip of his member, pressing into her cavern as she spread her legs wider, her body reaching for him. He paused for a moment and his eyes searched hers for her consent.

  "Take me," she whispered.

  He saw the hunger for him in her eyes. There was no fear, only anticipation. He eased the tip into her heated depths and her pelvis rose to meet him. Pressing in farther, his shaft feeling the warmth and wetness of her core, he met resistance. With a roar, he pushed his way through, completing the consummation.

  Sarah cried out as her maidenhood broke.

  "Have I hurt you?" He froze, his face creased with concern at her cry.

  "No. You belong here, inside me, always." She stroked his face with her hand, reassuring him.

  He began to thrust, slow and deliberate, drawing himself completely out of her and then sliding back inside, each stroke more pleasurable than the last and bringing him closer to his release. But, he couldn't let himself go, not yet. Not until he'd brought her there with him.

  Moving in and out of her slick, tight core, his hips moved in countermeasure with hers as she matched his strokes. He was unable to look away from her eyes and the pleasure, passion, and desire that showed in her face as he made love to her.

  My wife. Mine.

  He quickened his pace, and she responded, an active partner in their pleasure.

  "Can we stay this way forever, Sarah?" He lowered his head to kiss her. This time, she pulled his tongue in and sucked hard, and he increased the intensity of his thrusts.

  She teased him. "I can, but I fear you may not."

  "Then, I will repeat the act at your command."

  "Whenever?" she asked.

  "Aye!" His eyes burned into her, as his thrusts promised her completion.

  "Wherever?" Her mouth claimed his bottom lip and then let it free.

  "Aye!" He gasped and closed his eyes.

  "As many times?" She bit his shoulder, her teeth sharp and demanding.

  "Until I drop with the trying," he promised.

  He let go of her hand and moved it to her breast to massage it. He claimed her nipple with his mouth as he clamped onto it and sucked. Sarah moaned and closed her eyes, as her body rocked in rhythm with his steady pumping.

  She tightened around his shaft. "Faster! Harder!" she commanded him.

  Stefan rose up on his hands and increased the power of his thrusts, watching her eyes shutter with pleasure as their bodies slammed together and then pulled apart. The heavy dew of her juices lubricated his thick shaft, allowing it glide with ease in and out of her, bringing him pleasure like he'd never known before.

  Arching, she tightened around his engorged member. She ran her hands over the muscles on his back and buttocks, their muscles standing out as he strained to give her release.

  "Stefan!" she cried out as her body clinched and her tunnel became so tight he had to force his way inside, only to pull out and force his way back in again.

  With a loud shout, she released, and she trapped him as waves of contractions convulsed around his manhood, her velvet muscles massaging his phallus buried to its hilt deep inside her.

  "It's so sweet, husband, so sweet."

  No longer able to hold back, Stefan let the release he'd longed for erupt from him, taking him over, past madness, past sense and reason.

  "Sarah, receive me," he whispered as he spilled into her. His head flew back, eyes closed, as each explosion sent his seed deep into her womb.

  "Fill me, Stefan. Give me everything," she urged him as she clung to him.

  Giving a final groan as the last of his seed shot into her, Stefan's breath was ragged as he opened his eyes to gaze down at her beneath him.

  He was taken by her beauty and the love he felt for her. Love beyond lust or desire. It was so powerful and so complete it overwhelmed him.

  Collapsing to the side of her, he pulled her to him, staying buried inside her, warm and safe as he lessened. At last, he slipped free of her inner grasp, and Sarah sighed loudly with contentment.

  "You drain me, wife. I have nothing left." He gave a small laugh of joy. He kissed her and draped his arm over her, claiming her body.

  She smiled slyly at him. "Only until the next time, husband, when I command your performance again." She kissed his lips, then dropped back, exhausted, on the bed.

  He held her hair to his nostrils and inhaled deeply, filled with a contentment he'd thought he'd never find. How could this be?

  Why me? What did I ever do to deserve this?

  "I can't believe you chose me, Sarah. That you love me and are truly mine." He tucked her possessively into the crook of his body. The fit was perfect, just as it was in all his dreams.

  They regained their breath as their heartbeats slowed. She closed her eyes, a satisfied smile on her face, and fell asleep.

  Stefan watched her, taking in the curve of her chin, the fine hair along her temple, the pink shell of her ear.

  Marveling at the fact Sarah was finally his.

  Amazed he was so willingly hers.

  * * * *

  Sarah woke around midnight and watched Stefan sleep. He lay on his side, snoring softly. She found it very endearing. Using her finger, she moved a curtain of long black hair away from his face, where it had fallen as he slept.

  She lowered her head, found his brown nipple with her mouth. He moaned and reached into her hai
r, running his hand through her long tresses. She worked her tongue over his captive nub just to make him moan and was rewarded.

  Sarah dragged her tongue over his chest, up his throat, over his chin to his lips and kissed him. Teasing him with her mouth, she just brushed his lips with hers. As he tried to return the kiss, she pulled away, just out of reach. Looking down at his awakening manhood, she watched it grow strong, surging with power, before her eyes.

  "I command, husband. Again." She looked at him, her eyes merely slits.

  "By your command, wife, I will ride you." Tilting his head in consent, his hair fell forward.

  Stefan took her by the shoulders and tried to roll on top of her, but she surprised him. Using her legs, she pushed against the bed and grabbed him by the shoulders. In one move, she flipped him over and sat straddling his waist.

  "Now, who shall ride whom?" The corner of her mouth curled up.

  Leaning forward, her hair brushed his chest as she licked her finger and then drew circles around his nipples with her tongue-moistened fingertip. The brown circles tightened; his small point protruded. His eyes followed her every movement.

  "What are you doing, Sarah?"

  "Have you been ridden this way before?"

  Lowering her mouth to his chest, she captured a nipple. His back arched as he moaned with pleasure. She licked, nibbled, and sucked each nipple in turn.

  "Never, but I have a feeling I'm going to enjoy this ride." He caressed her hips with his strong hands, his thumbs kneading her belly.

  "So now, I will set the pace, at my whim."

  Dragging her tongue up to his neck and then up to his mouth, she searched for a kiss. His hands held her hips, then slid them to hold her bottom in his hands, giving it a squeeze as he raised his hips. She felt his member, growing longer and harder by the moment, standing straight up, pressing into her backside. Lifting her hips, she allowed him to position himself underneath her and when she felt his velvet tip press into her aching core, she impaled herself on his shaft.

  "By the One God, I shall ride you into the ground," she promised, her eyes half-closed.

  He laughed. "Am I your steed?" He caressed her breast and thumbed her nipple.

  "Aye, a black beauty. Perhaps I shall braid ribbons in your ebony mane." She held a lock of his hair in her hands and leaned forward, hunger burning in her eyes.

  Stefan held her hips as she took him for a slow walk, rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Shoving a pillow behind his head and shoulders, it lifted him up until he was able to watch himself enter her.

  "Are you watching, husband?" False shock sounded in her voice, the eager glint in her eyes betraying her.

  "It's so beautiful, Sarah, I wish you could see for yourself." His eyes were fixated on the place where their bodies joined, and his lips parted as he watched.

  She used him for her pleasure. He panted now, fully engaged in watching their bodies mate.

  "I grow bored with the ride, so I shall stop now," she whispered, bit her bottom lip and pouted, as her body stopped with him deep inside her.

  "No, don't stop." His voice was deep and raspy.

  "Should I dismount and give my steed rest?" She leaned over his chest and touched her tongue to his lips, making a slow pass.

  "No, don't you dare, Sarah!" He pointed his finger at her.

  "You are in no position to order me, my stallion. But you may beg me," she demanded and she squeezed him inside her.

  He gasped and cried out, "Never!"

  "You fight against the bit. I promise you, it's a sweet bit," she whispered and squeezed him inside her, even while her hand reached up to caress her own breast. His eyes rolled back in his head as he moaned, losing the battle to her.

  "Then I beg you not to stop the lesson," he whispered hoarsely as he conceded his defeat.

  She slid upward, but stopped again. "No, I've changed my mind. The lesson is over."

  "Sarah!" He roared her name in frustration. "You won...I begged. What more do you want from me."

  "To instruct you." Her pupils were dark and wide behind narrowed eyes.

  "Teach me then. I'm your pupil."

  "Beg me to continue the ride." Perched at the tip of his thick rod, she waited.

  "Don't stop, Sarah," he gritted out from between his teeth.

  "That didn't sound sincere, Stefan." She ran her hands over his chest, touching his nipples. They tightened and he moaned through clenched lips as he reached for her, but she pushed his hand away and wagged her finger at him, as if he were a naughty child.

  "Not until I hear you ask the right way." She squeezed his shaft again and slid back down, sheathing him inside her.

  Stefan fought for a few seconds longer. Then, he succumbed to her control.

  "I'll say anything you want me to say. Do anything you want me to do. Be any type of man you want me to be, if only you keep riding me until I release," he whispered.

  She rewarded him, rising up, and then slamming back down on him. Stefan closed his eyes and groaned. His shaft jerked inside her, as his hips bucked, thrusting his hard rod even deeper.

  "Please, Sarah, don't stop," he roared at her. "By the One God, I'm your captive! Your slave! Your steed! Ride me until I drop."

  She continued to rise up and come down hard on him as his hands held her hips, his eyes watching his shaft disappear inside her and then reappear, glistening with her wetness. Each stroke bathed his shaft in her juices. Her woman's scent permeated the air of the small bedroom and tangled in the hair at the base of his member, as the slapping of their bodies echoed against the walls.

  "I'm ready to trot, my beauty." She picked up the pace, her hips moving faster, as she rode him.

  He was her creature.

  "Who do you belong to?" She demanded of him, riding him at a steady canter, driving him, in unrelenting ecstasy, to his completion.

  Her full breasts bounced with the rise and fall of her body. Stefan watched her with eyes past all sense.

  "You, I belong to you!" He moaned. "You have my heart, body and soul."

  "Never forget it, my husband." She leaned over to speak into his ear. "You're my steed, and I'll ride you anyway I chose." With a quick bite of his earlobe, she straightened.

  When she broke into a gallop, he exploded inside her, roared her name, and swore himself to her forever.

  * * * *

  Stefan rolled over in bed, still groggy, and inhaled.

  Bacon?

  Feeling the bed next to him for Sarah, Stefan found it empty. He'd sat up and started to look for his clothes when she entered the room, wearing nothing but his shirt and carrying a tray with breakfast on it.

  "Good morn!" She placed the tray on the bed and climbed in next to him. "Help yourself." She picked up a slice of bacon, devoured it and licked her fingers.

  "Did you cook this?" He sat up and stared at the food.

  "Well, not the strawberries, but the toast and bacon." She shrugged.

  "No one has ever cooked for me. Ever." He was amazed. "Where did you learn how to do this?" Helping himself to some toast and juice, he smiled at her.

  Sarah picked up a strawberry, took a bite, and then leaned over to let him taste the berry's juice still clinging to her lips. She withdrew, and he licked his own lips to gather the sweetness. He knew he would take her again soon.

  "Off-world. No majik, remember? No addlers. I learned how to do many things, Stefan, and not to rely on majik, but on myself."

  She was amazing, he decided, and she looked damned alluring in his shirt. She should always wear his shirts. By the One God, it made him hard. When she moved, he caught glimpses of her dark mound and felt his shaft thicken.

  "The things you make me do!" She frowned and shook her head, making her tresses bounce around her shoulders. "You're a very bad influence on a good girl like me, Inspector Bane." She grinned and devoured another strawberry.

  "You have bewitched me, Patroller Bane." He ate another bacon slice. She took his fingers and put them in her mou
th, to lick them clean. His manhood grew stronger.

  "Eat up. You need to keep up your strength, old man." The love in her voice softened the words. But only a little.

  He pulled her to him. "I'm only ten years older than you." He kissed her and put the tray on the floor. "I'm hungry again." Then he reached for her and rolled on top of her, pressing his shaft into her belly. He kissed her hungrily.

  Between kisses, she whispered, "You need a bath, husband."

  He lifted his arm, giving her a glimpse the black tuft of hair underneath it, as he sniffed. "Aye, a bath," he agreed. He would put off the taking of his wife until he was clean.

  She got out of bed and went to the bathroom. He could hear the water running and, naked, he joined her as she sat on the side of the large soaking tub, testing the water.

  "Do you like it very hot, or just warm?"

  "Very hot."

  "Try this," she said.

  He put his hand in to test it. "Perfect." After stepping into the water, he slowly slid down. It was very hot, but as his body acclimated to it, he started to relax.

  "Bathe me, my wife." He waved at her with his hand.

  "At your command, my husband," she returned.

  Sarah sat on the side of the tub. She reached over him for a sponge and the soap, lathered it up, pulled his arm out of the water, and began to bathe him.

  She gently washed him from head to toe. Stefan lay back, closed his eyes, and relaxed, enjoying her fussing over him. The baths he'd taken as a child were nothing like this. They'd been cold water and lye soap that burned his skin and eyes, combined with his mother's angry scrubbing.

  Her baths had always been hot. Those were not for him, his mother would remind him, pulling her scented soap out of his small hands with a swift slap. As an adult, he vowed to have water as hot as he could stand it and to use only good soap.

  He pushed the hard memories from his mind. Instead, he indulged himself in the exquisite pleasure of his wife's ministrations.

  He felt her hand touch his member. With a gentle touch, Sarah washed his semi-erect manhood.

  "You've done your work well, proud soldier," she told it, giving it a loving caress before she released it.