by Ashlee Price
And it was like every word I’d ever wanted to hear from him had been squeezed into a single speech.
I stood there, mouth agape, trying to think of a response, but of course none was necessary.
Before either of us knew it, we were flinging ourselves into one another’s arms. This time, it was no accident… No flash in the pan or split second decision that we would come to regret later. This was us, giving into what we’d known was there for ages now, and doing it wholeheartedly this time around. Our lips, melting into one another like an alloy, sweet and delectable, our heads going light as we groped and touched and burned for one another. Our tongues pushing into one another’s mouths, circling around our cheeks as we tasted one another, the flavors delectable, and neither of us capable of possibly getting enough. And God, his hands all over me, pulling me into himself, his thick, now familiar cock hardening up against me through denim, making me wet as hell as I burned beneath my yoga pants, his hand sinking down the back squeezing handfuls of my tush, making my knees shake as he ravished me.
And at last, the two of us pulled apart, coming up for breath, our eyes wide and our nostrils flaring as, once more, we struggled to process the fact that this was indeed a reality.
“Don’t you have a wedding you’re supposed to be at?” I asked, wanting to make absolutely certain I understood the situation before things progressed any further.
“Nope,” he said, with a grin, “I left her standing at the altar…”
“Oh God,” I said, suddenly happier than I should be. “She’ll love that…” And I thought of her going on one of her rampages, storming through the church hall and sending a thousand profane curses down upon Jeff’s head in his absence.
My thoughts, however, were quickly taken from Clarissa for good as he pulled me back into himself, and drowned me in his flesh.
We made out wildly, stumbling our way through the house in one another’s arms. I loved the delight of his touch once again, making my body burn for him, my nipples hardening at the memory of his touch, my pussy getting wet, and my head spinning as I guided the two of us to the bathroom.
We slammed the door shut behind us, and I reached in to turn on the tap. The thick white steam rose up in plumes from the porcelain, and we began to peel one another greedily out of our clothes. I savored the view of his naked torso yet again, his bulging pecs and the agonizing rungs of his six pack abdominals, not to mention the intense, deeply cut V-lines of his Adonis muscles…
He hurried to get me naked for him, and I tried to accommodate him as speedily as I could. I slipped out of my t-shirt, wearing no bra underneath, so that my breasts bounced freely with the removal of the fabric, much to his delight. Then I lowered myself downward, downward, downward, peeling out of my yoga pants, revealing him to the tight black g-string of the black thong panties I’d been wearing underneath, not expecting them to be seen by anyone this evening.
However, he was clearly aroused by the sight of them riding up between the cleavage of my buttocks, and I peeled them gingerly down off of myself, clearly making him want me. He reached out to me, dying to touch me at this point, but I playfully swatted him away, shaking a reprimanding finger at him. He looked at me, confused, and I walked past him with a smile, slipping behind the shower curtain, the streams of hot water pouring down across my naked body, feeling like a dream.
I extended a hand beyond the cover of the curtain, and hooked my finger repeatedly at him in a “come hither motion,” making my intentions known…
I waited, and a few moments later he was slipping behind the sanctity of the shower curtain, his naked body a welcome view, and his cock at full, veiny attention as it bobbed up and down through the air with his every step toward me. God, he looked even better when wet, I realized with arousal…
I met him halfway across the tub, pushing my body into him, and I pinned him back up against the opposite wall in desperation, greedy for his touch. His hot, wet cock slid up against my inner thigh, feeling wonderful as the two of us kissed, making me tingle with sensation from head to toe. We kissed more passionately than ever, his tongue pushing hard into my mouth, licking me up from cheek to cheek, entwined in my own, making my head light with pleasure. He took one of my breasts in his hand, and squeezed it passionately, fingers sinking into flesh, and I squeaked with pleasure, then smiled, amused at myself.
If I thought that was too much to handle, though, it was next to nothing compared to the moment when he reached down between my trembling thighs, hooking his fingers upward into my wet, delicate pussy. I moaned, as he began to squelch around through the folds, rubbing his palm along me, kneading up the lips of my twat. Then he began to put his fingers inside me, first two of them, then three, then four, stretching me out. I pumped his wrist, and I heard the glorious squelching sound as he pummeled me with his fingers, sensations blooming through my system, causing me to moan with delight as I squinted my eyes tightly shut. He began to rub my clitoris, then, as well, and it was entirely too much for me.
I put my mouth back onto his, and lowered him down, down, down to the floor of the tub as we kissed. Once we were there, I gave him a last, naughty grin, before turning my body around, my spine arched, my ass in his face. I wasn’t sure exactly how he would go for this as I crept cautiously back, but he seemed crazed for the idea, unable to get me into him quickly enough. He dug his claws into my butt cheeks, and yanked me back into him, smothering himself in my ass, much to my delight.
I moaned, my toes curling as I felt his tongue beginning to penetrate me, twisting through the floral folds of my pussy like there was no tomorrow. He devoured me, seeming to genuinely love my flavor as he lapped me up, plunging his tongue in and out, in and out, in and out like there was no tomorrow. Never before had I been eaten this perfectly, this sensually, and I kept backing further, further into him, nearly crushing him, it seemed, as the sensations continued to grow.
His head bobbed rhythmically as he lapped up my cunt, basking in my flavor, and one point he shocked the hell out of me, going so far as to eat my booty for me. His tongue slid across my anus, coming as a massive but welcome surprise, and his work in this department, as well, pleased me in every way.
But before long, he was back to my pussy, finishing the job right. Eating me out, slicing me up with his tongue, kneading the cheeks of my ass in his hands while he worked, and going out of his way to massage my clitoris with his middle finger, much to my delight.
I shrieked, and came like hell, shaking from head to toe, orgasm pulsing through my system, until at last I let out a great, powerful sigh, releasing his face from my ass.
Good God… For a bad boy, he was really, really good at oral…
Weary with pleasure, I twisted back onto him, and the two of us made out for a while beneath the streams of the shower, my taste still on his lips, until at last the water began to grow cold.
We slipped back out of the shower, and toweled one another off, an act far more erotic than I think either one of us had really anticipated.
There was no point in dressing, however, and I flashed a pair of bedroom eyes at him, taking him by the hand, and leading him down the hall to my room.
I sprawled out on the bed, my damp hair cascading around my head like a halo, and he descended upon my flesh like a blanket, harder than ever up against me, his jizz sticking to my flesh as he slowly began to dry hump my abdomen. We kissed, and squeezed, and caressed one another, and gradually he worked his way into place between my legs. He reached down for my knees and pushed them upward, my legs now positioned like those of a frog on either side of me.
And with that, he proceeded to push himself inside me, his engorged tip crowning through the folds of my pussy, followed by inch by inch by agonizing inch of that long, hard shaft, swallowed up inside my body, his scrotum pushing up against the lips of my twat, our reunion perfect in every conceivable way as he stretched me out to full capacity.
He brought himself back, back, back, and then pushed forward, forward
, forward, repeating this action several times, until gradually he began to establish a rhythm. I began to moan, and he knew he had it right as he continued to thrust, his buttocks clenching and unclenching, his dick plunging deeper and deeper into the folds of my body as he rode me to oblivion.
“Oh God, oh God, oh fuck,” I moaned, as he pushed harder and harder, staring lustfully into my eyes. My tits bounced along my body with the force of his humping, and the bed rattled against the wall, and he leaned up to cup my breasts his pelvis smashed repeatedly into me harder and harder by the second.
“Oh fuck… Fuck… Fuck… Fuck…”
Harder and harder and harder he pounded me, driving me up to greater and more intense heights than he had the first time, and the headboard of the bed was slamming against the wall violently now, and my body was on fire, bursting with sensations, my toes curling, my spine arching up to push me into him, and the waves of pleasure building, swelling exploding through my body, leaving me screaming aloud with happiness.
He poured himself into me as the orgasm swam through my body, the two of us entwined and united in that great, powerful height of ecstasy, a moment we thought would never end, and that would, at any rate, live on in our memories forevermore.
He didn’t pull out of me when it was all over, but somehow remained hard inside my body, the two of us kissing, continuing to grind against one another in the brilliant haze of the afterglow.
And as he wrapped me up in his arms, kissing me passionately, and whispering sweet nothings in my ear, he put his hand on my stomach, cupping it firmly. I felt confident that, no matter what else lay ahead for the two of us, the child that we’d made in our love would be in perfect, caring hands.
THE END
Highlander’s Kiss
Lars is in a marriage that makes him miserable, but what can he do? He’s resigned to his fate and now spends most of his time at war with distant clans. It keeps him away from his equally unsatisfied wife and keeps his mind off the one thing that he yearns for more than anything else. Lars wants a family; he wants a son.
He starts to forget about what he doesn’t have and begins thinking about what he could have when he meets one of the new servants in the castle. Sarah is different from all of the rest, and it isn’t just her darker skin tone that draws him to her. She speaks her mind, and a few stolen moments in the cellar make him realize how much he wants her, how he must have her.
But something stands in the way of their happiness. Lars’s wife is a jealous woman, and even though she doesn’t want him, she doesn’t want her husband to be happy with anyone else. There is also a man from Sarah’s past who threatens to ruin everything for them.
Chapter 1
“I just don’t want to fight with you anymore. I am tired and going to bed.”
Mila wasn’t going to take that for an answer. That was all her husband did, walk away when she wanted to figure out what was going on with them. They had been married almost five years and talked less and less as each year went by. There was nothing that she could do about it, but try and get him to talk to her.
Lars had heard and seen enough. Every conversation was about how he didn’t love her or show her enough attention. Those things were true and it was part of the reason that he hadn’t wanted to get married in the first place. Lars knew that it was his duty to marry, combining the two families for many reasons, but he would never love her. She had always annoyed him and as the first year passed and she had not given him a son, he had given up on that part of his marriage as well.
Feeling her hand on his shoulder, he tried to pull away. “Enough, woman. I have had enough talk today.”
Mila stopped, knowing that there was no point in arguing with him. “Fine, Lars. I will find my affections elsewhere.”
He turned around and shrugged. “I haven’t wanted your affections in years, wife. Why don’t you go down to the countryside and you will have all the freedom that you need there?”
Her mouth dropped open. It was not what she had expected to happen from her threat. She was hoping that he would see it as an attempt to make him jealous, to make him stay. But he didn’t care to see it as anything but her constant bickering that he had tuned out years before. She didn’t follow him to his chambers, knowing that she wouldn’t be invited anyways. He didn’t want her and that much was clear.
Mila instead went towards her lover’s home in the still of the night. Charles had been a part of her life since before she was married and he continued to be the only bright cloud in her life. With her inability to have children or make her husband happy, it was the other man’s arms that she found her solace.
Lars knew about her lover and if he had cared about her, he would have cared about him, but Lars knew that she was not for him. He had had his own lovers from time to time, something to take the edge off of his needs, but it was never what he wanted. It was like the wife that wasn’t what he had wanted. Instead she was a woman that was unhappy and she made sure to make him as unhappy as she found herself.
He went to bed without a thought of where Mila was. He was instead thinking about the next day and wondering if life was ever going to get better. Or was this all there really was, war and fighting with Mila? If it was, he didn’t see much that would make it better. But he held out hope that this was not all there was. There had to be more, there just had to be.
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Sarah was as nervous as she had thought she would be. She was there, in that beautiful castle, not because she wanted to be, but because she had to be. Her family had made an arrangement with Lady Rosien that she would be her lady-maid. It was to save Sarah from herself and a love that was forbidden. Sarah’s parents wanted to save her from herself and it seemed like the best option was to send her away. Away where she wouldn’t be tempted by the man she fancied and it would keep her from ruining the reputation of the whole family.
But she was not ready to be a lady-maid. She had never worked in a fine place like that, sticking to what she knew in the small village. There she would sell fruits and vegetables from her family’s small farm. She was nothing in the grand scheme of things, but Finn had loved her anyways. He had promised to take her away from the life that she hated so much, but when it came down to it, her family found out before he could take her away from the mess she was in.
Sarah had hoped that he would come for her. But after a week of keeping her in the countryside, the family had found someone to take her in and now she was in the Roshelle Castle for the duration. She had been sold in a way and she knew that if she tried to leave, she would most likely be hunted down and sent into the stocks when she was found. This was her life now, she tried to remind herself. Finn wasn’t coming for her. She was there on her own.
The castle was magnificent and even the small room she was giving off of the kitchen made her feel like she was higher than she was the day before. Instead of a small bed that wasn’t much more than a crude pile of straw, she had an actual mattress and it was softer than she could have imagined.
“I don’t understand. This is where I will stay?”
Darlee nodded her head that it was. She was trying to size up the woman and she wasn’t sure if she was afraid of her own shadow, or the new place she found herself in.
“Yes. Maybe when you have been here a while, they will give you a room closer to my lady, but for now you will be here. It isn’t much, but it is nice and warm because of the ovens in the kitchen. It is much better than by the gates. It is always so drafty there. It is where I was put when I first came to live here. It will be better for you in this room.”
Sarah nodded her head and could see that it would be better there. She had a good feeling about it. Sarah wasn’t sure if she was happy about the change, but she knew that it was going to have to be okay. She didn’t know how she knew, but Sarah knew that at least there she would be away from her parents. But she was also going to be away from Finn and that was something that made it hard to think of anything else.
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�Are you okay?”
She shook her head again and smiled. “Yes, there are just a lot to take in. All of these changes. Thank you for being so nice to me Darlee. I don’t know what I would do without you. I was very nervous, but I think it is going to be okay.”
The older woman smiled back at her and there was nothing she could say. She herself had been scared of the new place and all of the things that were different. But it had turned out to be the best decision or rather the best decision made for her and Darlee hoped that it would be the same for Sarah.
“You will be fine. It is not as hard as you would think. What did you do before this?”
“I worked in the gardens and with the animals.”
She shook her head like she knew it would be something like that. “I can tell. You look as though you are no stranger to hard work. It will be easier here. There are just a few things to watch out for.”
Sarah perked up, knowing that she needed to know as much as she could to keep herself out of trouble. “I would love any advice that you have. I don’t want to mess up and I have never been in this kind of place before.” Her hand went to the rest of the place, a gesture that Darlee did not miss.
“Yes, it is nice here, but I promise you that it will be fine. All you have to do is little things for the lady of the house.’
“How is she? Is she nice?”
Darlee wasn’t sure how to describe the lady of the house. After years of working for her, she still wasn’t sure that she understood her herself. “Well, I wouldn’t go as far as to say she is nice. She is not a happy person in anyway, but she is fair. You will just have to learn her moods and her habits.”
Sarah looked at the way she said the last part and she felt like there was something else she was going to say. It was frowned upon for the servants to speak of their Lord and Lady, but everyone knew that they did it. They were not allowed to have their own lives, so half of their existence was having the juicy gossip of the better men to talk about.