Because he was so tall, he had to bend and rub water and soap into his hair and face then wait as she rinsed it off for him. Glistening water made his fit form a work of art in light and shadow. Marion was shivering from excitement by the time she’d rinsed the last strips of soap from his legs.
“Now,” he said, stepping out of the bath and shaking water out of his hair. “You did ask for a wicked man, didn’t you?”
With a gasp, Marion let the man encircle her waist and dip her backward over the foot of the bed.
“Still want it?”
“I certainly do.”
“Good, ‘cause I’m feeling wickedly horny right now.”
Marion laughed. Horny?
Chapter Eleven
When he told her to stand up and not move a muscle, Marion did, a feeling of anticipation firing spasms down her legs and toes. Sir Ayjay circled her, stopped behind so she couldn’t see what he was doing. But feel it she did!
A large hand came around her and captured a breast. Then another joined the first. Elevated as pale offerings, her breasts tingled when he raised them, his thumbs circling her nipples before trapping them against the base of his index fingers. Marion gasped.
“That’s good, is it?”
She nodded.
“Good,” he replied in her ear. “Because I’m a breast man. And yours are the loveliest, softest and most luscious I’ve ever touched…or tasted.”
Rolling her buds in his hands, he raised her breasts higher and brought them up in the center where he began to squeeze with more firmness until she had to bite her bottom lip to keep from moaning. The mix of sting and titillation shocked her. How could the line be so fine between the two? As much as she had enjoyed Johannes’ touch, and even her own, she had not known it was possible that a man could bring a woman fulfillment through less-than-tender attentions. Yet Sir Ayjay’s hands weren’t rough, only more insistent. Much more.
“Wrap your hands around my neck.”
Marion did, reached up high and laced her fingers at his nape.
Slowly at first, he caressed her flanks, her hips, before coming back up and pressing his large palms over her belly and squeezing her to him. Hot and hard, his member pushed along her spine. Rotating his hips in measured, lazy circles, Sir Ayjay gradually spread her feet with his until she stood with her legs about shoulders’ width with the man plastered behind her accelerating his circles, adding a pronounced push whenever his hips faced squarely. Like snakes, their bodies wound round and round. Then he abandoned her hips so he could brush the tips of his fingers along her partially bared cleft, the freshly shaved skin allowing for heightened sensations. She would make sure he shaved her again whenever it became too thick. He parted her, dipped inside. Marion opened her mouth but nothing came out.
While Sir Ayjay kept his middle finger pressed inside her channel, he encircled her waist and held her tightly. “Keep moving,” he murmured in her ear while his hips pushed hers from behind, forcing Marion to literally grind herself on his hand. And oh if the immodest activity didn’t bring the utmost gratification!
“Keep going, slow circles, that’s it.”
His voice had hardened, thickened and held a trace of tension as he pumped his hips while keeping her securely crushed to him with an arm that barely allowed breath.
When he pushed his finger deeper, a shameless moan escaped her. He did it again. She replied to his forceful entry with a sharp buck against him. She felt him stiffen behind her.
“Do you have any idea how badly I want you?”
His growled question made her grin in pride, stroked the feminine sense of accomplishment. That she could make such a strong man abandon all decorum awakened her body as never before. She wanted things she couldn’t even voice.
“Huh? Do you have any idea?”
“Show me.”
“Oh yeah?”
Sir Ayjay’s nip on her neck produced a sharp jab of thrill down her spine and coupled with his precise cadence in and out of her, triggered liquid heat that seeped out of her into his hand. Another finger joined the first. Marion dug her nails in his nape, pressed the back of her head against his chest. Ohh.
With both rhythm and intensity increasing, Marion couldn’t help the low whimper rising up her chest, through her throat, past her clenched teeth. When she released her pleasure, Sir Ayjay rubbed her sex until it began to burn. Still, Marion said nothing. She didn’t want him to stop.
“Lie down,” he said as he released her and angled her shoulders so she faced the bed.
Marion confirmed with a look Sir Ayjay indeed wanted her in the prone position against the bed. With the height of it, she had to raise herself on the tip of her toes and use her arms to keep from collapsing. He stood behind her, his feet in between hers.
Coiling her hair loosely, he tickled her back and bottom with the ends of it. Marion chuckled and twisted, which seemed to elicit a sudden urge in him. He released her hair and plastered himself along her back, his member pressing against her cleft. The unexpected weight drove the air from her lungs in a great huff.
“I’m going to take you from behind again, Marion. But now I’ll have all the time in the world to do it properly. Would you like that?”
She nodded, unable to voice the things swirling in her fevered mind. She wanted him to take her any way he wished, but above all, she wanted him to do it fiercely, to bring out the woman in her over and over, to make her moan and scream and kick and claw. Marion hungered for the man with an intensity that frightened her. When he lifted himself off her, she arched her backside up and waited.
“Oh no, not with this,” he said teasingly, nudging her sex with his own, slightly parting it but not sinking inside as she wanted so deeply. “Spread them wider and you’ll see.”
Marion did, spread her legs as wide as she could while he stood behind her, bent over her while she waited in the most audacious posture she could ever find herself in. At least the last time, when they’d done it in the grass, she’d been wearing her dress. Yet she loved every moment of it. When something very soft and burning hot touched her high on the inside of a thigh, she knew he meant to love her with his mouth. Unable to contain it, she let out a long sigh.
“I knew you’d enjoy it,” he remarked before spreading her backside and giving her cleft a solid lick.
She shivered.
“Again?”
Marion nodded hard enough to damage her neck.
With a deep chuckle, he indulged her. Then he did it again. His elbows now digging in her thighs so she’d keep them well apart, Sir Ayjay lavished her most intimate spot with luxurious passes of his tongue before digging his fingers behind her knees and forcing them wider apart, even tugging her down toward him.
“You like it, don’t you?”
“I do,” Marion replied, her voice muffled in the blankets. And all that bald skin on either side of her sex made it even more sensitive. “I do. Ohh…”
He’d just bitten her on a cheek. Hard. Coating her from mons to sacrum with her honey, the ever-so-skilled man pressed his tongue hard until she felt the supple penetration, the cordial incursion that made her gasp in sharp little cries.
“That too?”
She was about to reply she did enjoy his attentions very much when he brusquely pulled her down until her feet nearly touched the ground, her backside completely thrust up along the edge of the mattress. His shaft sinking into her made Marion sputter a quick curse. Like well-oiled leather, he sank in and retreated right away, leaving behind a burning impression of himself.
“Oh God…”
“Again?”
“Heaven, yes, again!”
She heard him chuckling as he anchored her by the hips and slid back in, this time slightly harder and deeper. He was so large inside her, her entry burned slightly. Marion bit hard and squeezed her eyes shut. His thick member rubbing against her pearl produced the sharpest sensations yet.
“Again, Marion?”
“Yes!”
> “Harder?”
“Yes!”
In the name of everything that’s holy, yes! she wanted to add, but could only moan incoherently as Sir Ayjay indulged her with the entire length of him, until she could feel his balls pressing at the juncture of her thighs.
His hands merciless against her hips, he took her hard. The bed creaked under his assault. That she had to bite the coverlet to keep from screaming like a banshee made Marion realize how much she loved the man.
Sir Ayjay pumped into her, he ground her sex, pushed deep enough to press against the end of her channel before retreating and plunging back in again, making sure he rubbed her nub as he did so, creating bliss bordering on delirium. When she could hold it in no longer, Marion cried out in the mattress. Behind her, he hammered away. Then he slowed and she couldn’t help the faint feeling of regret he would be done so soon.
“Turn over,” he panted, pulling out. Letting go of her hips, he helped her roll onto her back, keeping her behind right along the edge of the bed. His large hands on her knees, he spread her wide.
A healthy glow deepened his cheeks, neck and chest. His hair was in disarray and hanging partly over his eyes. But the look on his face was what made Marion freeze and take notice.
Sir Ayjay looked so untamed, so unlike his usually cultivated self. A mask of primal hunger curled his glistening lips, flared his nostrils, narrowed his eyes.
“I love to see you this way, Marion, all ripe and ready for me. I could do this all night.”
She reached up over her head and fisted the coverlet. “Make love to me, Sir Ayjay, with your mouth, your hands, your…” she looked down at his massive member and licked her lips. “I want you to take me every which way you please. Even standing.” She couldn’t believe she’d just voiced her basest need to him.
He arched an eyebrow, mocking. “Even standing. Whew, my Lady Marion, how shocking.”
When he chuckled, his abdominals pulled on his shaft, which bobbed slightly.
She had a sudden and uncontainable hunger for it. She abruptly sat up and pushed him at arm’s length. He must have understood for a wide smile pulled his lips to one side as Marion steered him so he’d replace her on the bed, only she wanted him to sit on it and spread his knees so she could stand in between.
“The little tigress has claws,” Sir Ayjay remarked under his breath.
The look on his face when she fisted his shaft and thrust her hand downward!
“Now it’s your turn to lie down.”
He shook his head. “No, Marion. I’m going to watch you do it.”
Oh but she would give him something to watch.
Leaning back on his hands, he spread his muscled thighs so she could fit comfortably in between and watched her like a hawk while she stroked his shaft up and down then back again. She realized her juices coated his shaft and that it’d be the first time she’d do something like this, kiss a man’s sex after it’d been introduced to her own, but the novelty, the sheer audacity made her feel more like a woman than she’d ever felt before. She wanted to try all these new things with him, trusted him implicitly to stop should she wish to.
Not that she did!
Marion leaned over so she could kiss the tip of it, the sides, the inside of his thighs, his balls, before she licked a languorous trail right from glans to base.
He squeezed his eyes shut. “Damn, Marion.”
“Do you enjoy such attention?”
All she got was a curt nod.
Using both hands now—which still didn’t manage to cover the length of him—Marion slid them both down to his base, trapped the skin there while she enveloped the tip with her mouth. A violent shudder tightened his muscled belly. Panting, Sir Ayjay opened his eyes while she was gazing upward to gauge his reaction.
A lifetime of poetry would not have conveyed all the feelings she saw roiling in the black orbs. And she knew her own expressed the same emotions as well. She loved this peculiar man, this foreigner who insisted on using the ladies’ privacy area and who could use his tongue in the most wicked and stimulating ways imaginable. He was to be her husband and, Good God, she would not change a thing.
Making room in her mouth, she slid down low, her fists still tight around the base while she brought the end farther into her throat, deeper than she’d ever thought herself capable. He filled her completely, smoothly. Hot and hard, his member pulsated gently under her thumbs. She realized he must have kept himself painfully close to release without ever allowing it until she’d had her fill. Literally.
With near violence, she gripped his shaft, slid her fist up and down.
“I’m not going to last long,” he warned.
Marion smiled in what she knew was an utterly indecent way. “I do not want you to.”
His eyes flared. “I’ll show you something. For now, just keep doing what you’re doing, ma’am.”
Her mouth and hands merciless aggressors, she pushed and pulled, drew and licked and ran her teeth threateningly close to the feverish skin, all the while keeping an eye on his face for the signs of his impending orgasm.
When his hand neared hers, she knew he was coming.
“Grab the base. Hard,” he snarled through his teeth.
She did, clutched the root of his shaft with everything she had. He gasped but nodded.
A faint pulse pressed against her palm. How clever. “The seed stays inside.”
He nodded, his eyes closed as he let the rapture show on his face. His panting softened, his shoulders relaxed. Still, Marion held on for dear life.
“You’re choking it,” he remarked with a smirk.
“Oh forgive me.” She released his manhood and looked in wonder at the lack of semen in her hand or around his glans. Not a drop.
“Now,” he added, his face undergoing a transformation. The ferocious light in his eyes was back. “We can play all night.”
* * * * *
His remark seemed to have done something to the little tigress for she stood up straight, a look of anticipation tightening her mouth, the luscious mouth that had just made him explode, and while she remained unmoving, he could tell tension coiled in her curvy, plentiful frame. Damn he loved her form, all smooth curves and the palest skin. And such a delectable pussy—so rosy and tight for him and now shaved to a tailored strip. Just thinking about it made him want to pound into it again. He would. Only not now. He wanted to make her twist again first.
“You did mention something against walls, if I’m not suffering from transference here…”
She swallowed hard. “I did.”
“Mmm, let’s see.” A.J. looked around at the bedchamber, gauging which wall would be best suited for the indecorous kind of fucking he was planning.
He finally settled on the portion of wall between the narrow windows. “Right there, my lady. That’s the wall against which I want to make love to you.” His attempt to modulate his speech to sound similar to hers made her grin.
“Oh I wouldn’t laugh if I were you.”
She sobered immediately.
With a small nod, Marion took his hand—not his bum one but the other…he didn’t care what she said, it still hurt, dammit! But at least he could move it and realized it wasn’t broken. Good thing because the likelihood of getting an x-ray was dismal.
She let him guide her to the portion of wall so close to the windows. Frankly, he was surprised she was willing to let him take her there. Luckily these were narrow and high along the castle’s back wall, which opened onto the wilderness and not the interior courtyard. Although A.J. was so damn turned on, he would’ve fucked Marion at high noon on the highest tower.
Hey…gotta remember that for later.
“Back against the wall,” A.J. said, placing his hands over her shoulders and pushing her until she leaned back between the windows.
Her eyes were round as coins. And he intended to make them even wider.
Entwining his fingers between hers, he brought her hands up over her head, put them aga
inst the stone wall and pressed himself against her. Hard. Her breathing accelerated. Just to tease her, A.J. ran his tongue over his upper lip while his gaze lingered down the length of her curvy body.
“It’s what you wanted me to do, wasn’t it?”
All she did was stare.
“Wasn’t it?”
“Yes,” she replied with much more aplomb than he’d anticipated.
Oh the little… “I do want you to take me right here, against the wall.”
When he crushed his mouth to hers, shocking the breath right out of her, Marion peeled her pelvis from the wall and pushed against him. Damn if he pinned her right back! One of his thighs wedged in between hers. She made room for it. She was made for him. A perfect fit.
His hands never releasing hers, he devoured her mouth and throat, her shoulders, those devilish breasts that would make him lose his mind, breasts that he bit and licked so hard Marion let out a long whimper. When a hot trickle seeped down along his thigh, A.J. knew she’d come again. And he hadn’t even touched her pussy yet! So responsive.
Unable to restrain himself any longer, A.J. literally hoisted her an inch or so off the floor with his thigh jammed between hers. Marion shamelessly gyrated against him, seemingly desperate to unleash the sex goddess within the lady. He wouldn’t complain!
“Take me,” she urged against his mouth. When she bit him on the bottom lip, he arched back and stared at her.
Planting their entwined fists wide against the wall and high over her head, A.J. curled his spine so he could sink in her and scoop her up. Did he ever!
With much more force than he’d intended, A.J. heaved right between her thighs, his cock thrusting in so deep he gasped as loudly as she did.
“Oh man, Marion, I’m so sor—”
His name came out in a loud moan, which filled the room. Marion cinched his waist with her legs and clamped down. Whoa.
“Again,” she snarled against his neck while she bit and licked and more or less abused him in every way he liked to be abused. Especially by gorgeous women.
His arms burning from the strain of keeping her against the wall, nearly suspended, he wound his butt back for another stab, but this one he didn’t even try to make gentle. He just pumped inside her tight little pussy as if his life depended on it. His work was rewarded with another whimper.
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