Then he shook his head and laughed heartily. “The look on your face.”
He was making light of her! She put her fists on her hips. “It is only a game, is it not?”
He nodded, still chuckling. “It’s called golf, and this right now is called ‘driving balls’. But sucking at golf can make you lose an interview. Believe me.”
He “drove” a couple more balls before he stopped, threw a slanted look at her and offered the handle end. “Do you want to try?”
Marion shook her head. “I would not know how to.”
“I’ll show you, you’ll see, plus, women are good at it because you have to use your head and be patient. Guys tend to stink at both.”
“But you seem very adept at it.”
“It’s because I’m special.” He winked at her.
Sir Ayjay, the one who’d woken in her guest chamber and had charmed maids and châtelaine alike was back in full health. She enjoyed her Norman lord much better this way than the touchy, irritable man he could be.
“Come on,” he urged, reaching for her wrist and gently guiding her to him. “Place your feet like mine, about shoulders’ width.”
Marion felt her cheeks flush when he stood behind her, snaked his arms along hers and wrapped his large hands over her own, creating a cocoon with his firm and fit body. His entire length pressed behind her. Heat seeped through her dress and tingled her feverish skin. When he leaned over and angled his chin above her shoulder, Marion closed her eyes to savor the moment.
You must ask him.
She cringed when she thought about asking Sir Ayjay if he would consider marrying her for real. He’d know it was only to get rid of Lord Matheus. But then again, she would enjoy nothing more than spending time with her visitor. Especially since his departure wasn’t so imminent or even assured.
“Hold the club this way, see,” he said in her ear, pulling her back into the moment. “With your fingers interlinked and the thumbs extended downward. Now relax your shoulders. Spread your feet a little more. That’s it.”
“This tool looks very costly.”
A chuckle made the fine hair tickle her ear. She shivered. Lord she wanted him.
“When I first started, I couldn’t even afford the box of balls. But yeah, that set is expensive.”
“It is something you value,” she replied, nodding.
“It’s the first thing that was really mine. It means a lot to me, especially this one, with the titanium head. I’d be crushed to part with it.”
He nudged her feet wider apart with his. Her backside fit perfectly at the junction of his thighs and she tried to focus on the little white ball at her feet but failed miserably.
“Now look at the ball, nothing else. We’ll try to take a swing, all right? Breathe in.”
She held the handle of the “club” in a death grip when he guided her arms back and high, although not as high as he’d gone since she stood quite a bit shorter.
“Now swing and breathe out,” he murmured in her ear.
His longer arms provided the perfect anchors as she swung the lumpy end of the pole at the ball. To her immense satisfaction and shock, she actually did it. She hit the ball with a satisfying TWAK.
They watched it arch in the air, though not as far or high as any of his and land below, amidst the grassy mounds.
“Isn’t it the best sound?”
His lips touched her earlobe when he spoke, creating a long shiver down her back. Relinquishing her hands, he snaked his up her arms, over her shoulders then down her sides, until they rested on her hips.
“It’s all in the hips.” Sir Ayjay squeezed them for added emphasis.
“And Lord knows I have plenty of those,” she countered with pretend levity.
“You mean ‘thank the Lord I have plenty of those’. There’s nothing more delicious than curves on a woman.”
When he kissed her on the neck, Marion shivered violently. “Sir Ayjay…”
“I’m not the best mountaineer around, but I’d say we’re far from everyone else.”
“We are. But…”
She was ready to melt on the spot for the thrill coursing through her. Her attempt at seducing him the night before last flashed in her mind’s eye. He’d been so skilled with his mouth. Although she’d held her own with hers as well! She felt her cheeks heat up even more at the memory of taking his sex into her mouth.
“But…?”
“It is barely past midday,” she replied, looking around and fighting off an attack of the giggles. Widows did not giggle. “And we are outside.”
“Then we’ll keep most of our clothes on. What do you think? Mm?”
She felt his gentle fingers along her braid, softly tracing its length, weighing it before wrapping the thick coil over the shoulder opposite the one occupied by his mouth. His lips created a thrilling pattern of heat and silky touches over her skin. She nodded her assent.
“I know I shouldn’t be doing this,” he remarked between kisses below her ear. “Without protection or anything, but damn, Marion, I keep having visions of you in that bed. You tasted so good.”
A violent shiver coursed through her body, from nape to heel.
His tongue, so hot against her skin, traced the sensitive dip below her ear. “I want you again.”
“As do I.”
She did want him again, harder than anything else she’d ever wanted before. Pushing the thought of what she meant to ask him under the surface, she let her head rest against his chest and closed her eyes. This could be the very last time she was ever intimate with Sir Ayjay. Should he refuse her request, she’d be tasting Matheus’ embrace instead. She doubted he’d be as skilled. Or as tender.
Chapter Six
The way she pushed her butt up against his crotch nearly made A.J. throw her down and attack her. And damn it if she didn’t act as though that was exactly what she wanted!
He spotted her looking around again and realized making love outside wasn’t high on her list of cool things to try. She was so different from his “regular” girlfriends, such a novice when it came to sex, yet in a way, she was much more willing to try new things than any of his previous, veteran flames, who’d been content with their old tricks. A.J. wanted to laugh at himself. As if Marion were merely a flame. More like a wild fire blazing through tinder dry lands.
But he had just the thing for his reserved companion.
“Wait right here,” he whispered before nipping her lobe. She gasped.
Out of the golf bag, A.J. pulled the umbrella and flipped it open. Twirling it around to show to her—her eyes couldn’t possibly get any bigger—he brought it down and stabbed the narrow handle into the ground then angled it so it’d rest against the grassy slope. Four feet of perfect cover.
“How’s this? Better?”
“You are so considerate, Sir Ayjay,” she replied, grinning.
“Give me an ulterior motive and I’ll show you consideration!”
When she drew near, A.J. knelt and wrapped her plentiful hips with his hands so he could bury his face in her belly, sniff the perfumed wool to his heart’s content. Damn she smelled nice. Like lavender and fresh air. He felt her snake her fingers in his hair and gently rake it back, playing with it and messing it up. She had to be the first woman he let mess up his hair. Anyway, they usually didn’t care much about his hair, too busy commenting on the size of his “caseload” instead. Har har.
Speaking of which, Marion was running her hand down inside the opening of his shirt then tilled the skin on her way up. A.J. shuddered and looked up into her face. “Damn it, Marion, you’re going to make me lose my mind.”
She didn’t seem too upset or worried at the prospect and merely cocked her head. The wonderful braid slid from her shoulder and dangled over her belly, reaching down to his face. He closed his eyes and breathed her in. But already his senses were burning for more than just a quick sniff. His palms tingled, his cock pushed against the stiff woolen hose. Quickly, he took his boots and
belt off and slid the tunic thing off him, got tangled in the multi-layered affair and started cursing. Warm hands announced Marion was helping him get rid of the stuff. He emerged from the linen and wool clothes with a pronounced roll of his eyes.
“That wasn’t very seductive.”
Marion chuckled. “I find you seductive all the same.”
Wearing only the wool hose, A.J. felt much better equipped to deal with the gorgeous blonde standing in front of him. After he looked up into her face, he snaked a hand under the hem of her gown, slid up along her calf and when he reached her thigh, he saw her eyes change. They darkened, narrowed. A dimple appeared by her delicious mouth. Staring at her hard, willing her to look only at him, he caressed her thigh, the inside of it, then ventured higher until he met her pussy. Whoa. No underwear!
She was already wet for him. Good woman.
With his hand starting a slow, back and forth movement, A.J. grabbed her other hand and kissed the inside of her wrist. Fingers unhurriedly circling her drenched cleft, he dipped inside and spread her lips so he could penetrate her. A deep quiver in her belly announced she enjoyed this quite a bit. That and the profuse amount of juices seeping out onto his fingers.
“You’re enjoying yourself, huh?”
She nodded before closing her eyes.
“Spread your feet a little bit.”
A small step outward allowed A.J. to squeeze in a shoulder. Lifting the hem of her gown high over her knees so he could hook her leg over his shoulder, A.J. gripped her hip and anchored her pussy right in front of his face.
“Sir Ayjay,” she protested before clamping her mouth shut when he licked her denuded thigh.
“You were saying?”
She sighed. “Nothing at all.”
Making sure not to overbalance her, A.J. spread her lips wide so he could eat her properly, could lick and nibble and flick her bud until she’d melt for him again. He still couldn’t shake the images of her from his mind, how she’d writhed beneath him, how she’d encircled his waist and bucked hard against him. He’d wanted to fuck her hard but had been afraid to hurt her. She was built of stronger stock than he’d first guessed.
“Touch my hair again,” he urged, sighing loudly when she grabbed it in fistfuls.
With her leg hooked over his shoulder, A.J. could really devour her, as deep as he could, although not as deep as he’d want to. He’d love nothing better than growing a ten-inch tongue to match his cock and fucking her with his mouth. The vision of her hips pumping his face made him squeeze her thighs hard. She transferred the violence back to him by pulling his hair so he’d press his face harder. Well, the châtelaine had some grip!
When she began to roll her pelvis hard against his chin, A.J. knew she was ready for more. Making sure he angled her right, he pulled against the back of her knee until she had to lace her fingers around his neck to keep from tumbling over. With an abrupt gasp, she landed on her back, right under the umbrella. Meanwhile, A.J. forced her thighs apart by crawling right on top of her. Man he wanted to sink in, just take her then and there. Never mind foreplay! But he had to make sure she was wet, very wet, so he’d fit in.
“Oh Sir Ayjay, how wicked this is.” She grinned widely as she let him yank the dress up over her waist to denude all that divine, pale skin. Her rosy cleft glistened invitingly. Fuck his dick, he wanted to taste her again. And he did.
Marion arched back when Sir Ayjay dove for her sex again, stretched her wide, wide enough to make it burn. She no longer cared as she gyrated her pelvis so his wicked mouth would devour her more deeply, more forcefully, until a series of little cries made her clamp both her hands over her mouth. He looked up at her and grinned before sinking his tongue into her slick cleft again. Oh the rapture!
But she wanted more than his tongue now, she wanted him, all of him, the magnificent shaft, so large and hot and smooth. Marion sat and tried to pull the man up to her so she could fist his crotch but he pushed her back down on the ground and pinned her there with a large hand over her sternum. Through the dress, he squeezed her breasts, found a nipple and pinched it hard enough to make her gasp and bite her lip.
“I want you,” she murmured, somewhat still self-conscious that they lay half naked outdoors like animals. The large dome-shaped contraption shielded them nicely enough though, at least. She’d never seen anything quite like it. The thin, black shiny material was stretched over a metallic skeleton and converged into a single stem, which he’d planted into the ground so the thing wouldn’t be blown away.
When he bit her sex, Marion cried out. Almost immediately she released. Sir Ayjay, growling and stretching her flesh taut, greedily drew her honey in. His mouth glistened as if he’d just drunk mead. A wolfish grin made her stare. Lord he was beautiful kneeling there between her thighs.
“You know what I’d like?”
Marion shook her head, unable to speak as she watched his eyes narrow even more. To add to the lust clawing at her, Sir Ayjay made a big affair of licking his upper lip while he toyed with her sex.
“I’d like to see your gorgeous ass when I fuck you, that’s what I’d like.”
Oh and he meant it exactly how he’d said it too, the foul-mouthed man! Marion could hardly contain the wicked words, let alone the act itself.
“Have you ever had that?” he asked, giving her cleft a pronounced lick.
She arched back with the wave unfurling through her loins. “Have…have a man bed me from behind?”
Sir Ayjay dislodged a thick strand of hair when he nodded. “It’s very, very nice for the woman when it’s done right.” He grinned. “And I can do it oh-so right.”
She believed his boasting. Although she did want to try the unusual position, wouldn’t that make her less respectable in a way? Marion looked down at the imposing bulge in his hose and wondered how it would feel to have Sir Ayjay enter her thus. Heat spread to her engorged nether lips. He wouldn’t hurt her. She’d come to believe this about him if nothing else.
He shook his head. “It’s not a milestone or anything, Marion. Never mind my poor man brain, just make love to me whichever way you want.” With that, he threw himself backward and landed flat on his back, arms and legs spread wide. “I’m yours.”
Marion couldn’t help it. She laughed. “I should like to try this odd taste of yours.”
Sir Ayjay looked up, muscles over his belly played and shifted with the effort. “Are you absolutely sure? Because if you’re not, then I’m not getting near your fine ass.”
“I am sure. Let us try.”
He stood on his knees and slowly undid the drawstring of his hose, the entire time staring at her unblinkingly. Marion couldn’t look at anything else but his perfectly symmetrical belly as it emerged from the hose then at his swollen manhood when it sprang from its confines and bobbed heavily over his thighs. Such a massive thing. It was a wonder she could contain him at all, from any angle. “First, lie down on your belly.”
Sir Ayjay helped untwist her dress as she went down onto her front, thighs shaking with excitement and apprehension as she looked back to watch what he was doing. After lifting the hem of her dress over the back of her knees, Sir Ayjay smiled in a greedy sort of way, as though he’d found something highly valuable and had no intention of sharing.
“Your legs, they’re so…mmm.”
He soon had his mouth all over the back of her legs, the mix of teeth and tongue creating the most tantalizing sensations right up to her backside. When he pressed inside her ankles so he could kneel in between, Marion had to bite down hard to keep from moaning her pleasure at him. And he hadn’t even touched her for real yet.
Lifting the hem of the dress only as needed, Sir Ayjay kissed and caressed his way upward, behind her knees, between her thighs.
“I love your skin,” he said between kisses. “It’s so soft.”
His fingers reached the juncture between her legs. Marion hadn’t realized she was so wet for him until he slid his finger over her sex then round and round
, before slipping inside. The gentle incursion forced an “ahh” of satisfaction from her. She grinned behind her sleeve.
“Oh you liked that, did you? Wait until you get the real thing.”
“So humble.”
He chuckled as he slipped his finger out, found her pearl with the ease of the skilled and proceeded to rub it delectably hard. Marion found that her backside rose as if moved by unseen forces. She arched her spine to receive more of Sir Ayjay’s unusual brand of lovemaking, even spread her legs without the need to be asked. He was such a bad influence on her.
Bad in an exciting way!
“Damn, Marion, I’m not going to last long if you keep this up.” With a snarl, he used his entire hand to caress her cleft.
He lifted her dress up over her waist and bit her cheek. With a cry on her lips, Marion meant to turn but only moaned when he leaned over and licked what portion of her sex he could reach. Throwing respectability to the wind, Marion climbed onto her knees but kept her chest against the ground so Sir Ayjay could work properly.
“Oh you wicked…”
Marion gasped when he seized her cheeks, pulled them far apart and literally attacked her exposed flesh, licking, nibbling, sucking loudly. Because she’d already released moments before, within heartbeats her sex was pulsating with the precursors of a violent climax. She wanted him. So badly.
When he slipped a muscled thigh between hers, Marion was more than ready to have this skilled, light-touched man do anything he wished to her.
“Do you still want this?” he murmured in her ear while his finger entered her slowly, worked her essence around. “You have to be sure.”
Marion twisted so she could look at him in the eye. “I want you this way. Take me before I make a fool of myself.”
Sir Ayjay’s grin nearly split his face in half. “You won’t regret it.”
Kneeling behind her, anchoring her knees on either side of his, he rubbed his glans around her sex, gathered her juices while his hands caressed her backside in circular motions. She could feel the tension coiled in his muscular body. He was keeping himself in check with unyielding self-control.
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