by Ria Cantrell
Drew stood, lifting her; he carried her in his strong arms. He walked over to her bed and set her gently down upon it. He leaned over her, and tugged her chemise down, exposing her slightly. He unlaced her bodice and freed her breasts completely. He leaned down and kissed first one and then the other. She arched under him and moaned outright. She felt a moist heat pooling between her thighs as he melted her insides with hot kisses. His tongue circled her sensitive flesh, and he gently took her nipple into his mouth, sucking very softly. Her hands delved into his hair and she moaned, “Ahhh, Drew….”
She knew she should end this right now, but there was nothing she could do to stop, and she realized she did not want him to stop.
He suckled both nipples, alternating between the two. He pushed her chemise out of the way and he trailed kisses down below her breasts and over her ribcage, then even lower toward her stomach. She was beautiful. Her skin was soft and she was deliciously curved, which appealed to him. His lips and tongue greedily kissed over her belly and lower.
He tugged her skirt lower, resting it against her hips. He sat up and looked at her. The fire glow lit her skin with a soft golden cast and it made her eyes look like liquid honey. She did not look frightened. In fact, it appeared that she had fire lighting those very eyes, which gazed at him. Her expression of fear was now replaced with a smoldering look of desire.
“What is it”, he asked with concern.
“I want ya’ to.”
“No, Sweeting, not yet. Believe me, I want you very much, too right now, but I still think we need to wait…in the meantime, could you….” his voice trailed off and she sat up to wrap her arms around him.
“Could I what?”
“Could you …touch me?”
“Aye, Drew, my fingers ache to feel you.”
He loved the sound of his name on her lips. If he did not know better, he would almost think he was smitten with this girl, but that was impossible. Drew did not allow himself to be “smitten” with anyone. He told himself that he was just fascinated with her; that was all it was. Simple fascination! She was a beautiful diversion in all this chaos of the Winter Court.
Except, of course, that there was the little voice inside him, which kept telling him that he was really a liar. He shut that voice out and concentrated on feeling what her caresses were doing to him.
Her hands lifted his shirt and they slid up under the bottom of it. He sucked in his breath at the feel of her cool little hands easing up his sides. She looked into his eyes, not understanding his reaction. She thought, mayhap, he had been bruised from sword practice, so she kissed his full lips and said, “Are ye’ hurtin’, Drew?”
He just shook his head, “no”. He shrugged the shirt free from his body and it was then she who gasped. He was magnificent. He was wonderfully muscled and sculpted, like a work of perfect art. His skin was bronze. He exuded masculine strength. Never had the sight of man affected her so. Even the men of her clan did not command that reaction. There were plenty of beautiful men in her clan, but they all seemed more like brothers than potential lovers.
Lovers…did she just admit to herself that she wanted this man to be her lover? That thought should have gone against her resolve, but strangely it did not. Her fingers greedily touched him, sliding up his ribs; over his stomach, chest and shoulders. She nibbled against his neck, tasting the salty tang against his skin. He expelled his breath, not even realizing he was holding it. He closed his eyes and just felt her kissing him and touching him. Her hand moved dangerously close to the top of his trews, which suddenly felt too tight, indeed, and he groaned as it just skimmed past his throbbing manhood.
God, it was going to be difficult to keep his promise to her. He would have to bring himself relief in the guarderobe later on, he was certain. He was already rock hard. This innocent little girl was enticing him to his limits. He felt her finger tracing along an old scar that ran from his hip, up across his side. Then she did something he had not expected. She trailed kisses over the long-ago healed wound. He had thought it ugly and disfiguring, but here she was kissing its mapped path etched into his flesh. That act of tenderness unhinged him.
“How did this happen, Drew?”
“It was a long time ago, during a battle. I almost died that day, but Erik saved my life.”
“I am glad he did, else ye’ wouldna’ be here with me now.”
She kissed it again and then up a scar that snaked his left forearm to the back of his wrist.
“And this one?”
“Same day…it was a bad day to be certain,” he said with a small laugh that betrayed his emotion. It was not that he had almost died that day, it was the tender way her lips sought to heal old wounds and instead of being repulsed by the livid old scars, she offered him acceptance with her kisses. Drew struggled for control.
This little game was taking him down a road he had not planned on taking. She was unleashing feelings in him that he had held in tight restraint for a long time. He swallowed down the emotion that he was suddenly taken with. It was more than desire. It was…no it was illogical to think those thoughts. He would not think them! It was impossible. He barely knew this girl. She was just another pretty girl who he wished to dally with.
But that voice, now not small, but loud and clear said, “She is not just a simple dalliance. You know it and cannot deny it…else you would have already dishonored her…else you would have lost interest when that other maid was on your arm the night past…”
Drew wanted to tell himself to shut up, but realized he would appear to be a madman if he did. Instead, he drew her into his arms and held her tightly. They were kneeling, facing each other. His hands slid down her side and lifted her chemise off of her. Then his hands clasped hers as he kissed her. She was beautiful and she was not shy with him. Somehow, it felt completely natural to be with him. She knew she should be mortified, but strangely, she was not. He felt her soft, full breasts press to his chest and he thought he may not be able to keep his vow, after all. He suddenly wanted her very badly.
He wanted all of her; body, mind, and heart. The last of that list surprised him the most, but he had to admit it in the back of his mind. He wanted her heart. He somehow felt he could not have her any other way. He knew he should leave it now, so to keep her heart intact and unbroken. He was only going to break her heart if he insisted she give it to him. Drew knew that. But as they kissed, he eased her down, forgetting that he would break her heart. He seemed to think that he could not break her heart, nor would he. Not thinking anymore on it, Drew unfastened the plaid skirt, and he helped her shimmy out of it.
“Drew…I…”
“What, my love?”
She sighed and said, “I want ye’ very much. I feel…I don’t know…full of need. I suddenly need to...” Her voice faltered because she really could not put into words what that need was.
But Drew knew. Drew understood.
“I know. I do, too, but I am going to help you feel better now. Just let me kiss you and touch you.”
“But I want to help ye’ too.”
“Shhh, honey. This is for you. I want to help that need, beautiful one. I want you to not ache with it and I aim to quell that need inside. I want to show you how it is between a man and a woman.”
He leaned down and kissed her stomach. She was wearing a lacey little undergarment that he was sure he had never seen the likes of before. It made him harder still to look at her wearing this piece of clothing. It was the most erotic thing he had ever seen a woman wear!
Drew slowly slid his fingers down inside. He tentatively touched over the soft silken curls and he felt her gasp. He was not sure if that gasp was one of desire or fear, but he knew which one he was going to work to achieve. He kissed her mouth and said, “Shhh, I promise I won’t hurt you.”
He kissed her again and let his fingers part her. His touch felt exquisite and despite her sudden case of nerves, she moaned as he gently slid his fingers between her legs. He was pleased to feel her na
tural response.
“Mmm, you are very wet.”
He watched her blush at his proclamation, but he whispered, “I love that, honey.”
He loved that? She was shocked to feel her body react so. She was more shocked that he loved that.
He moved her legs further apart and he carefully slid his middle finger inside of her. She gasped, but it felt extremely comforting as much as it was disturbing. She arched up against his hand. He wanted to watch her react to him, so he moved between her legs and he caressed and stroked her, alternating moving his finger inside her, to circling the spot that gave her the most pleasure. Her hips began to move in a natural rhythm, and he knew she would be so responsive to him, given the chance to make love with him. He ached to move inside of her.
He wanted to so badly. His cock jerked as he thought about plunging deeply into her. He wanted to forsake his promise and be with her. God, he wanted to sink into her and feel her wrap her legs around him. He knew that he could not. Not yet. His promise to her was sacred. He would not betray it. He could not forsake his word!
He kissed a path down her chest, over her stomach, gently dipping his tongue into the indentation of her navel. He tugged her lacey underthings down and she said, “Drew, ye’ canna’ mean to kiss me there…”
Bronwyn suddenly panicked. She tried to slide away from him, but he would not have any of it now. He steadied her hips and he said, “Oh, can’t I? Why not?”
“Drew, ye’ should not.”
“Sshhh, yes, I should. I need to taste you.”
“But I…but Drew…Oh,” she exclaimed as she felt the warm onslaught of his tongue. He watched her arching up against his lips; head thrown back, lips softly parted. Her fingers gripped the bedding beneath her. She was beautiful as passion overtook her.
He murmured, “You taste so delicious…mmmm…..”
She instantly lost herself in the wonderful sensations Drew was causing her to feel. She no longer felt shy realizing it was too intimate a thing to remain shy for very long. No, instead, she felt a wild abandon over taking her. Drew’s gentle exploration made her feel wanted, sensual, completely female and above all passionate.
She did not recognize her own voice as she made a keening moan. His tongue swirled around her very sensitive little bud and she felt him ease his finger deeply inside of her again. She cried out, and writhed up against him. He placed a palm gently against her belly and he just continued to pleasure her with his tongue. It was the sexiest thing she had ever felt and suddenly she began to feel what was left of her control slipping away. Her breath caught and all at once she felt a spiraling wave washing over her. She called out his name, not knowing what to expect and feeling like she was coming apart.
He knew she was going to come and he said, “Just let go, sweetheart. Don’t be afraid. It is supposed to feel that way. I am here with you.”
He watched her, loving how she looked when she came. “That’s it, sweetheart…yes…so beautiful.”
She felt a building wave cresting over her. It was like every nerve ending was electrified from her core to every part of her body. It burst within her, and she arched back on the bed and moaned from somewhere deep inside herself. She was lost, feeling shattered in exquisite ecstasy. He stayed with her, stroking and licking her, until she was quaking in the final throes of her orgasm.
Finally, he eased his finger out of her hot moist depths and he moved up next to her to hold her. He stroked her cheek as her eyes remained closed and her breathing remained rapid and almost labored. Her eyes fluttered opened and she whispered, “Drew…that was…the most wonderful thing I have ever felt.”
He smiled and said, “Good. How do you feel?”
She did not answer him, but kissed him deeply.
“Thank you”, she said. As she kissed him, she ran her hand down his ribs. He caught her in his arms and pulled her against him. He whispered, “I want you very much. Do you know how beautiful you are? How beautiful you looked when you came?” Pink tinged her cheeks at his words.
“Nay, but ye’ made me feel like I was. How can I help ye’ now, Drew? I want to do that for ye’, as well.”
He stroked her cheek and he said, “Touch me. I will show you what feels good to me.”
They were lying side to side and she felt the hard, large bulge of his manhood straining in his trews against her hip. She let her fingers wander over it and he let out his breath in a hiss. Her hand wandered inside the top of his trews and was instantly met with the tip of his throbbing erection. She pulled her hand back as if he had burned her, but he caught it back and said, “No…please…I need you to touch me.”
Her eyes met his and she was moved by the need and desire she saw there. Her hand snaked in and her fingers gently encased his manhood. She was amazed how hard he was, but yet she felt there was certain flexibility there, as well. What seemed so scary moments ago, now completely intrigued her.
“It is bigger than I thought”, she said honestly. He laughed, despite the aching longing filling him.
“Drew, seriously, dunna’ laugh at me. How could ye’ possibly fit inside me?”
He kissed her and said, “Trust me, you would be alright.”
He turned on his back and she said, “Could ye’ take those off?”
“Mmmm, yes.” Drew dispensed with his trews and she sucked in her breath. Once freed, Bronwyn really could not believe the size of him, yet she found him magnificent. He was thick and her delicate little hand could barely wrap around it. Her eyes grew wide at the sight of him. She licked her lips, suddenly very intent on learning about this part of his anatomy. She ran her hand down the length of him and she leaned close, kissing his mouth. She said, “Ye’ WILL NA’ fit!”
He smiled evilly and he pulled her over himself.
“Shall I show you that I will,” he asked, not expecting her to agree.
“Aye”, she said, surprising him and straddling him, placing her hands on either side of his shoulders. Her hair hung over his face and he saw the little playful smile on her lips. She was goading him, that little minx! He flipped her over onto her back and he heard her giggle.
“Naughty little girls, who tempt men, get spanked.”
“I am not tempting ye’.”
“Aye, you are. After I vowed not to, you are trying to get me to ravish you.”
She looked up at him innocently. “I merely asked ye’ to prove that big part of ye’ will fit inside of that small part of me.”
“Very clever. I am not so dull to be goaded into forsaking my vow to you.”
She laughed again. It was like she had lightened visibly with the experience of her first orgasm. He smiled down at her and said, “God you are beautiful.”
He kissed her and he sank down against her. Her legs moved around him and her arms snaked around his neck.
“I’m askin’ ye’ to make love to me, Drew. I am not tryin’ to goad ye’. Dunna’ make me beg ye’.”
She was no longer playful, but suddenly needing to feel him fully inside of her.
“Sweetheart, I cannot.”
She raised her hips up against him. “Ye’ can.”
He could feel her heat and he wanted nothing more than to comply with her request, but he could not forsake his vow.
“Nay, I made a promise. I don’t want you to have regrets about this in the morning. You have had such fun tonight. You have had your first taste of passion. I don’t want you to regret tonight.” He whispered, “I should really go.”
He thought if he could leave now, he would not dishonor his vow to Bronwyn, nor would he dishonor himself by not being able to contain himself and coming like an innocent untried boy!
She touched his face and said, “Drew, please dunna’ go. Please stay with me.”
He was torn by her request. He wanted to stay with her; he just did not want to be tempted to be with her. He could not hurt her. He thought if he stayed, he would certainly not be able to resist making love to her. He rolled with her, landing he
r on top of him. She took the opportunity to make him change his mind. She let her lips wander everywhere; over the hardened plane of his chest, over each flat male nipple, down lower over his stomach and while she did, she encased his cock with her little hand. He moaned and she said, “Dunna’ go.”
He was on fire, and he was so hard, he knew it would be impossible for him to go. She alternated little nibbles and bites with moist kisses. He was awash in sensation as he felt her kisses explore lower. She thought he was just male perfection and she lost all shyness as he lay beneath her. She wanted to taste every inch of him. He felt her softly stroking him while her lips continued their journey and he ached for her to finish it with her mouth; for her to take him and give him that release he so needed, but he could not ask her to.
She was so innocent, after all. But as her lips circled his navel, and her hand encased him, he somehow knew she would do it if he asked. What he did not realize was that he did not have to ask her at all; that she fully intended to of her own volition. She softly placed her lips against his rigid shaft. Drew tensed every muscle in his stomach…and for that matter, his groin, when he felt her lips touching him. Bronwyn knew that if it had felt good for her, surely it would feel good for him. She flicked her tongue over the head of his cock, and she heard him moan.
“Tell me how to please you.”
“You are doing just fine, Sweetheart. Follow your own sensual instincts. That is the best way.”
“But can I taste ye’, too?”
Please, he wanted to beg. He just nodded.
Her lips tentatively brushed over the length of his shaft and he held his breath. But then her delicious hot little mouth took him fully. He let his breath out in a hiss and he moaned, “Oh Sweetheart…” His hands slid into the thick tresses of her hair.
She sucked gently and asked, “Is that the right way?”
“Perfect!”
She took him again, naturally causing the pressure he needed to bring him some relief. She wanted to bring him pleasure and suddenly that was the most important thing in her world. She looked up at him and saw him watching her. His eyes were dark with passion. His fingers flexed in her hair as she gazed up at him with big sexy eyes. He thought she was the most beautiful woman he had ever rested his eyes on. Dear God! What was happening to him? He had to admit he was smitten, and he was not certain how it had happened so quickly.