Dream Knight

by Lois Bonde

  “That’s the way, my lovely lady,” he said softly against her lips. “The pain is gone. Just think about how good that feels.” He kissed her again, gaining entrance for his tongue to dance with hers. Meeting his tentatively at first, her tongue twirled with his as the tempo increased.

  He could feel her body relax again as her hips began an instinctive rhythm. He withdrew from her warm wet depths and then slid back again and again. Each time he went deeper, faster. Giving more and getting more.

  Her body suddenly stilled and she threw her head back and cried out as her hot flesh clenched rhythmically around his cock. Twice more he thrust, his seed exploding into her as he joined her in sweet abandon.

  After taking a moment to catch his breath, he pulled up the blanket to cover her bare shoulders and laid his arm over her hip to keep them close together as one. Both spent, they relaxed into sleep.

  Catherine woke slowly, reluctant to open her eyes to the morning sun. In her dream-filled sleep, she’d found the most wonderful man who seemed to be the answer to all her prayers. He’d been kind and caring, his touch soothing but so arousing. He was taller than she, and good looking with dark hair and blue eyes. He wasn’t perfect though—he did have a beard and his rough cheeks had chaffed when they made love.

  He had wooed her so sweetly. She could still feel the gentle kisses and soft caresses with his long-fingered hands. As he teased her with nips and light bites, she had wanted more. She’d wanted him to hold her, to fill her. And when he had, he’d aroused within her a passion as hot as the sun.

  Still groggy, she felt the curly fur on his chest tickle her breasts. What a wonderful fantasy to let her go about with her breasts free and not bound tightly. Her dream lover had taught her the ways of a man and a woman, and he’d been gentle with her, yet strong. He’d made her feel like a desirable woman for the first time in her life, awakening feelings she didn’t know she was capable of.

  The dream seemed so real. Why even now, she felt a little sore and swollen between her legs. She smiled and moaned. Though she was waking, he surged inside her. She wanted him within her forever. She squeezed her muscles to hold him there and sighed.

  A man chuckled. “That feels very good,” he said softly, rolling his r’s. “Ye be a very fast learner, my Sweetling.”

  Her eyes popped open. “Oh, God, you are real.”

  Or was he? How could he be when she felt no fear? No, she had to be dreaming. She raised her hand and tentatively touched his chin. The coarse hairs tickled the sensitive pads of her fingers. She touched his lips. He kissed her fingertips and then parted his lips to draw them into his mouth and suck on them. She jerked her hand back quickly as if she’d dipped her fingers in boiling water. He laughed softly, the small movement making her tingle where they were joined.

  “You’re real, aren’t you?”

  “Aye.” He laughed heartily then and she realized how many places their nearly naked bodies touched each other. She couldn’t be naked with a stranger. But she was, and she finally understood all that had happened between Nancy and the stableman that day in the barn. No wonder they had seemed to enjoy it so much. But how had she come to be with this man she didn’t know? She tried to pull away.

  “Nay, nay, dinna move. Ye have naught to fear from me. I’ll not hurt ya, lass.”

  The strong arm on which her head rested curved around her back and held her firmly against him, while his other hand slid under her crumpled skirt and onto her hip to keep them together as one. She had no chance of getting away. And did she really want to?

  “Just relax, Sweetling. Ye be perfectly safe with me. Not that ye don’t have a lot of explaining to do.” He looked as stern as her old tutor.

  “Me? I want to know who ye are and what we’re doing here…like this.” She shook her head. “No, this can’t be real. I must be asleep.”

  He chuckled. His warm fingers drew little circles on her bare backside. Her eyes widened as her muscles exercised a mind of their own and clenched him intimately. “What we’re doing is pleasuring each other.”

  “I…pleasured you? But I dinna know how.”

  “Aye, but ye weren’t thinking, ye were feeling.”

  “Feeling?”

  “Aye. I kissed you…like this,” he said, as he leaned over and gently brushed her lips with his own.

  She felt a quiver deep in her belly and a surge from that part of him that was within her.

  “And I caressed your breasts…like this.”

  She gasped as he touched each one. “Oh, no, my breasts! Where is the linen I wrap them in?”

  “In pieces now, Sweetling.”

  “I haven’t more with me. What will I do now?”

  “What would ye want to bind these beauties for?”

  “Why? Isn’t that obvious? They’re bigger than any I’ve seen. Men can’t seem to keep their eyes off them when I enter a room. I hate the feeling, so I bind them tight every day to hide their size.”

  “Never again, lass. They’re just the perfect size for my hands. See?” He wrapped his long fingers around them and lifted their soft weight.

  She mewed like an affectionate kitten and closed her eyes. She felt so hot—the heat was pooling around where they were joined. She smiled and pressed her breasts against his hard chest.

  “Dinna ye remember when I did this?” he asked, moving his hips slowly to enter her more deeply.

  She frowned but didn’t open her eyes. “Oh! I thought that would hurt again, but it doesn’t. It feels so good. I must be having a dream, though it’s unlike any other.”

  “And be it a happy dream?” He kept his thrusts slow but deep.

  “Yes, yes, I think so. I feel so…so strange. I want something and I’m getting close, but I don’t know what it is. I feel so warm.” She clutched his arm and lifted her leg higher over his hip to meet his thrusts.

  “Aye, and if I’d known, I might have tried to stop. I dinna know ya were a virgin.”

  She giggled. “And now I’m not one anymore.”

  He grinned. “Nay. Not after last night. What’s been done can never be undone.”

  “And I don’t even know who ye are!” She looked away, unable to meet his gaze. “Ye must think me to be the worst of sluts to drag ya into my dream like this.” Her hips stopped moving and he paused within her.

  “Nay, Sweetling, ye are an angel sent to me to love. I shall be happy to play your Dream Knight and we’ll act out this dream together while it lasts.”

  She smiled. “Yes, I shall be Sweetling and ye shall be Dream Knight, for I fear that when the harsh true light of day wakes us, each shall be better for not knowing who the other truly is.”

  “Sobeit,” he affirmed as they sealed their agreement with a kiss.

  She looked at his chest, exposed behind the loose ties of his shirt. Gathering her nerve, she glanced down at herself and saw her voluminous skirts tangled around her waist and her bare leg draped over his naked hip.

  “I thought we’d have to have our clothes off before we could…um….”

  “Next time,” he offered.

  She frowned anew. “And shouldn’t ya be lying on top of me? That’s the way Nancy did it in the barn.”

  He laughed and suddenly rolled her over onto her back and rose over her. He lifted her legs around his waist and braced his weight on his elbows beside her shoulders.

  “Is this the way ya want to do it?”

  He reestablished a rhythm that gradually increased in tempo. Catherine felt heat building in her belly.

  “Ya mean,” she managed breathlessly as she lifted her hips to meet him stroke for stroke, “that there’s more than one way?” Mating was such a wonder.

  “Ach, aye, lass. We have only just begun.”

  She felt her back arch and a wave of heat searing throughout her body. “Oh, what’s happening to me?” She clung to his shoulders, lifting her hips faster to meet his. “Oh, yes,” she breathed. “Yesss.” She grabbed a breath and held it as she drew closer and
closer to ecstasy. Lights flashed behind her closed eyelids. She clung to him, her nails biting into his muscled back.

  Sean kissed her hard, plunging his tongue into her mouth with each thrust. She cried out and spasmed around him. He needed no more encouragement. He thrust deep and hard and bellowed as he spent his seed against the entrance to her womb.

  Panting, he dropped his head to rest on the ground next to hers. After his breathing approached a normal rate, he rolled off her, this time withdrawing from inside her. He lay on his side facing her, his head propped on his bent arm.

  “Did ya like that?” she asked.

  He barked a quick laugh. “Ach, aye, lass, I liked that very much.”

  She grinned and rose up on one elbow to mirror his position. “Then I think ye are just the man I ran away to find.” She clutched the ties on his shirt with her free hand. “Ye must help me.”

  “Help ye? Help ye do what?”

  She smiled sweetly. “I need to learn all I can about what we’ve been doing before I go back home. Can ye teach me all those other ways, too?”

  Sean flopped onto his back. “Ye were right. This is truly a dream—the best one I’ve ever had. Either that or I’ve died and gone to heaven.” He smiled wickedly. “Aye, lass. I’ll teach ya anything ya want to know.” He watched the smile on her face grow and make her eyes twinkle. “But first we can bathe in the stream and find something to eat. I can see I’ll need to keep up my strength!”

  She sat up and covered her breasts as she pulled on the shoulders of her dress. He rose and clasped her wrist, pulling her up after him.

  “Ye don’t have to hide from me. I want to see and taste every inch of you.”

  Sean slipped off her dress and hung it over a branch. She turned her back and again tried to cover herself. Moving to stand close behind her, he slid his hands around to gently lift her breasts. He caressed them and kissed her neck.

  He felt a shiver run through her and turned her so that he could kiss her properly. As their tongues played games of hide and seek, he pushed the shift off her shoulders and let it and her petticoat fall to the ground.

  Uttering a little cry of surprise, she covered her breasts with her palms, but he took away her hands. He kissed the knuckles and laid them on his shoulders for an unobstructed view.

  “I’ll have to see that I buy ye a new shift for ruining that one.” He knelt on one knee and kissed the warm dark shadow between her breasts. He pressed her breasts against his cheeks, tenderly kissing each one. Moving onward to her flat stomach, he quickly flicked his tongue in and out of her navel.

  She giggled. “That tickles!” She playfully pushed him away, and, glancing down at her bared legs, she gasped.

  His gaze followed hers to the bloody evidence of their lovemaking smeared on her inner thighs.

  “‘Tis naught but the evidence that your maidenhead was breached, Sweetling. We came together in a dream and as long as we want to keep it alive, our dream exists…for both of us.”

  She looked at him a few moments longer and then nodded. She stepped back and placed her fisted hands on her hips. With a sudden grin making her green eyes sparkle like emeralds, she said, “The cook was always saying that ‘what’s good for the goose is good for the gander’, and I think she’s right. Take off your shirt.”

  He grinned and quickly obliged her. In seconds it was draped over the branch next to her clothes. He made no move to unbuckle his plaid. He had no desire to scare the sweet maiden away just when they’d struck the bargain of a lifetime.

  “Well, my Dream Knight, what are ya waiting for?” she asked, pointing at the plaid.

  “I dinna want to frighten ya, Sweetling. Have ye ever seen a naked man before? I mean seen all of him?” She shook her head and her cheeks turned a delightful pink. “Well, then I think we’ll delay your education just a bit.”

  He bent down and swept her into his arms. Setting her down at the edge of the stream, he helped her pull off her sturdy shoes and dark stockings. He did the same with his own and stepped into the shallows with only his kilt left on. He held out his hand to her as she daintily stepped into the water.

  “It’s cold,” she said with a gasp.

  “Not so bad once ye get used to it.” He paused when the water lapped near the hem of his kilt. “There’s a deep spot over there. Can ye swim?”

  “Aye, but if my father were still alive, I’d have to ask ya not to tell him. I used to sneak out at night with my maid and we would bathe in the river. She taught me to swim right quick so I wouldn’t drown.”

  Sean never figured she would have had a maid. He thought her a tradesman’s daughter. Who was his night visitor and what was she running away from? He was tempted to ask, but remembering the hot lightning that shot through him when he had buried himself in her, he changed his mind. He didn’t want to take a chance that they would end the dream they were having together. He wanted her too much to let that happen.

  He watched her glide into the water and swim toward the deep pool. His plaid unbuckled, he tossed it onto the bank before following her through the water. He was counting on the cold to decrease his arousal. He swam until he could stand behind her and pulled her against him. She let out a cry of surprise and then laughed. His hopes of the cold water dampening his ardor were dashed the moment her silky skin slid against his.

  “I wish I had some soap,” she said as she scrubbed her arms and then her legs. As she leaned over to rub her thighs clean, her backside pressed against his cock. It surged energetically.

  “Here, let me help ya, Sweetling.”

  As the water lapped at his chest, he lifted her arm from the water and laved it with his hand. He kissed her palm, the inside of her wrist, her elbow, and the hollow curve over her shoulder. She moaned, but with a grin, he dropped that arm and started on her other.

  Careful attention to her torso followed. Instead of keeping her on her feet, he braced her up at the surface of the water with an arm under her waist. As she floated before him, he leaned down and drew a nipple, hard from the cold water, into his mouth. He sucked and drew circles around the tip with his tongue. Pulling her closer, he drew the other breast into his mouth as he slid his fingers between her thighs. She spread her legs willingly, opening herself up to him in her trusting way.

  Despite the cold water, she felt hot. He slipped his middle finger inside and felt her tighten around it. Leaving it inside her, he slid his thumb around the velvet folds and caressed the hard bud waiting for his touch. His breathing quickened in time with hers. His finger pressed more deeply into her heat, circling and dipping. He slid in a second finger and after a while, a third.

  Catherine spread her legs farther apart and moaned as he pressed in and out. He filled her and then teased her by pulling out. She loved to feel his hands on her hot skin.

  Overcome with passion, she threw her arms around his neck and pressed her breasts against his chest.

  “Oh, my Dream Knight,” she panted. “I want ya to fill me. I need ya inside me now.”

  She twisted in the water and wrapped her legs around him. He lifted her backside until they could kiss. Combing her hands through his hair, she returned his kiss with an ardor that matched his.

  He slowly lowered her along his chest, his hands under her backside, until his rod pressed against her warm well. With a little wiggle of her hips, she encouraged him to enter her. He sank deep with a quick thrust. She tipped her head back and cried out in joyous surprise.

  As he withdrew momentarily, she tightened her legs around his waist and rode him as his thrusts resumed and became quicker and deeper. “More, I want more of ya.”

  The water rose and splashed around them with each wave as they moved as one, but the cool temperature did not temper their passion. She felt his strong fingers clutching her backside and hauling her up so her breasts pressed against his chest with each stroke. The slapping sounds only excited them more as she rode him like a bucking horse.

  “By the gods,” he shouted.r />
  Cold geysers of water rose and splashed around them in time with his thrusts. Catherine’s wet hair slapped against her back only to swing free again when he drove into her. She arched her body and froze as naught but pleasure filled her. Then she screamed as she gave into it and rhythmically squeezed him within her.

  “That’s it, lass. Let it go!”

  Unable to hold back once he’d felt her come, Sean gritted his teeth against the painful pleasure as his rigid cock pumped his seed deep within her. He’d never known such passion with any other woman and doubted he ever would again.

  Sated, he turned and let the power of flowing water hold them up as he relaxed against it. She lay limp in his arms, her forehead tucked against his neck. As their heart and breathing rates approached normal, she lifted her head and kissed his chin. He looked down at her and was surprised to see her lips looked blue. She began to shiver in the icy water where, moments before, he had thought her hot enough to burst into flame.

  “Come on,” he said. “I know where we can go to warm up and get something to eat.”

  They waded to the shore and used her abandoned shift as toweling to dry each other off.

  “Ye are so beautiful,” she said, rubbing the shift over his stomach.

  “Men are not beautiful.”

  “Yes,” she insisted. “I wouldn’t dream you any other way.”

  Thunder rolled in the distance and they both paused to look up at the darkening sky. The sun had stopped shining and they hadn’t even noticed.

  He took the shift from her and quickly toweled dry his arms and legs. “There’ll be time to play when we get to shelter. We’d best get moving.”

  They dressed and packed up their things in short order. The fire had long since gone out, but Sean covered it with dirt. Cutting a branch from a tree, he swept away the evidence of the campsite. He looked back as they left and decided that except for the sharp eyes of his Men at Arms, no one would know they had stopped there.