Liam looked at me, a little kernel of hope flaring up in his eyes. He lifted a hand and traced the line of my jaw.
“I don’t know, Mary, it is still a risk”.
I took his hand and held it.
“Life is a risk, Liam. You prepare for that risk every day when you practice with your sword. You could be killed in battle, and then where would I be? Do you know how Edmund died? He fell off a horse and broke his back. It weakened him to the point where it was a simple little cough and a runny nose that ended up killing him. He wasn’t even riding fast, it was just bad luck, he just fell wrong. Any one of us could die any day, and the sin would be if we denied ourselves happiness because we were too afraid of dying to live”.
I watched Liam process what I had said, and saw the shift in his eyes. He was thinking about what I had said, and I could only hope that it made sense to him.
Slowly, Liam reached his hand up behind my head and pulled me down so that he could kiss me. I opened my lips, eager for him to kiss me as he had kissed me before, and was rewarded by the feel of his tongue probing my lips before thrusting into my mouth. I thrust my tongue out to meet him, and then broke away from him to run my tongue across his chin. He groaned before turning his head and capturing my mouth again. We kissed for a long time, Liam running his hands up and down my back and cupping my bottom, slowly shifting me on his lap so that I could feel his stiffening shaft through the material of my kirtle. I could not suppress a little wiggle, trying to centre myself over the bulge, and as our lips were locked in a kiss, when Liam sucked in his breath he seemed to suck all the air out of my lungs.
Finally Liam broke the kiss, running a finger up and down my face and looking at me with longing.
“I was going to ask ye to marry me before D’arcy got that letter. I did not want to ask ye once that letter arrived, as I didn’t want to get in yer way if ye wanted to leave with D’arcy, but I was so afraid that ye would go. Please don’t ever go, Mary, please stay with me”.
“I will stay, Liam, I wanted to be with you but I didn’t think you liked me enough”.
Liam growled, and twisted us, pressing me down to the grass and laying on his side next to me.
“Never again doubt that I want to be with ye Mary, both in our bed and out of it. I want ye to marry me as soon as we can. I should keep my hands off ye until we are married but I don’t want to. If ye want to wait, tell me to stop, and I will, even though it will probably kill me”.
I shook my head. I didn’t want him to stop. Liam stopped as I shook my head, I realised that he had thought I meant him to stop instead of continue.
I pulled his face down to mine.
“I don’t want you stop, I was trying to tell you not to stop, I just want to feel you close to me again”.
To show him that I meant what I said, I grasped Liam’s hand and brought it to my breast, squeezing his hand before returning my hands to his face and pulling him back to me again. Liam obliged by continuing to squeeze my breast through my clothing, and then he moved his hand down to the hem of my tunic, wiggling it back up under my clothing until he found my breasts, and as he caressed them, I squirmed in pleasure. Liam growled and moved his hand around to my back, pulling me over to him and laying my body against his. I threw back my head with pleasure as he returned his large, calloused hand to my breast, caressing and kneading, and then lightly pinching the nipple. As it was already erect with my need, the pleasure bordered on pain, and I gasped. Liam lifted his head and looked at me.
“Do ye want me to stop?”
“No, don’t you dare. That feels so good, and what you did the other night felt even better”.
Liam grinned down at me.
“So ye liked that, did ye? Shall I do it again?”
I nodded, catching my lip between my teeth, and allowing my legs to fall open as Liam removed his hand from my breast and moved it down to the hem of my kirtle. He slowly dragged his hand up my leg, pulling the kirtle up with it, and was watching my face as I trembled in reaction to his touch. His hand reached the juncture of my thighs, and I experienced a momentary pang of shyness. Liam smiled again at me, and gently pressed my legs apart with the palm of his hand, moving his hand up to cup me and to rub gently against me. I felt a wave of heat rush through my body to centre just above his hand, and a throbbing begin deep within me. Slowly Liam ran his finger up the cleft, increasing the pressure so that his fingertip rubbed against my folds. He reached that part that felt so good, and as he pinched it, my legs jerked and then fell wide. Liam reached down to kiss me as he had done that night, while he rubbed me. This time, he was a little bolder, I felt his hand move around, and then it felt like his thumb pressuring that little nub of skin and one, maybe it was two, fingers slip inside me. I jerked in shock, I had not expected this. Liam gently stroked his fingers inside me, but as he pushed deep, I flinched, as he must have found the part that he had grazed the other night. Liam pulled his face back from mine and looked at me sadly.
“Does that still hurt? I am so sorry. We will wait until ye are healed before we try that again”.
I shook my head, not wanting him to stop, but worrying about whether it would hurt me again, but Liam would not be deterred. He started moving upwards, and I held my arms up to him, whimpering at the loss of his warmth against my body. He surprised me by smiling again.
“I was a selfish boor, too rushed to get inside ye to take care. I will not make that mistake again. Today I just want to pleasure ye, don’t be shy, close yer eyes”.
I stared at him in confusion, then relaxed and closed my eyes as he asked. He was going to touch me again, and I couldn’t wait.
I jerked in shock as I felt his tongue running up my cleft in the same way that his finger had just done. I started to scramble up, but his strong hands held me by the thighs.
“Don’t be afraid, it does not hurt”.
“But, Liam, what are you doing? I’ve never….”
Liam smiled as he leaned down to press a kiss to my curls.
“I didn’t think so. Just relax, Mary. If ye want to watch, be my guest”.
I felt very wicked, lying there in the open with my legs wide open, Liam returning his head to kiss me there again, and I propped my upper body up on my elbows to watch him. He seemed to be enjoying himself, and I certainly was. My breath came in little gasps as he dropped his head down between my thighs again, and I felt his lips and his tongue working magic on me in a way I could not have imagined. I gasped as Liam’s tongue slipped inside me, and although I felt very wanton, I could not stop myself from pushing my hips forward into his face. I felt Liam chuckle, the feeling of his breath against that intimate part of me making me flop back against the grass as I writhed in pleasure underneath Liam’s lips and tongue. Liam continued to lick, kiss and suck parts that I never thought would be touched by a man’s mouth, and I lay on my back, fisting my hands in the grass and squirming, feeling a tension in my body building but not understanding what it was. Without warning, I felt my body jolt, and then waves of pleasure crested over me and I called out Liam’s name in surprise. I lay on the grass, boneless, as Liam worked his way up my body, laying on me and smiling into my face.
“What happened Liam, what did you do to me?” I gasped as I ran my hands over my forehead.
“You climaxed. As for what I did, I think you know”.
I looked down, suddenly shy at the thought of what we had just done. I was still lying on the grass, with my kirtle pushed up around my waist, exposing my lower body, and Liam was lying on me. I could feel him pressed up against me, and worried that he would try to enter me again. Although I wanted him to, I remembered our last joining, and how much it had hurt. Liam must have seen the indecision on my face, as he rolled off me, smoothing down my skirts and pulling me up into a sitting position.
“Ye don’t need to worry, Mary. I can wait. I just wanted to show ye that I am not always a thoughtless fool, and I wanted to show ye that it will be good between us. We should go back no
w, before I forget my resolve, and we will announce our betrothal. Unless ye have a reason to wait, I would marry as soon as we can. If we have the banns called for the first time at Mass this Sunday, we can marry two weeks after that”.
My head spun. I could be married to Liam in just over two weeks. It was now Tuesday, in three Sundays I would be in Liam’s bed, and could expect to discover more things he could do to delight me.
“Liam?” I asked, before I became too scared to broach any further questions.
“Yes, Mary”, Liam said as he idly rubbed my hand, which he had taken in his.
“When we are married, will you continue to teach me things? What you just did, and what you did two evenings ago, is that all there is, or are there more ways to create pleasure that you haven’t taught me yet?”
I turned to look at him, seeing him staring at me, his eyes dark with desire.
“Liam, I am sure that there are things that a woman can do to increase the pleasure for her lover, will you show me soon, or will you make me wait until we are married?”
Liam swallowed, then stood up suddenly. As he stood over me, I looked up at him and could see the massive bulge in his hose. I smiled to myself as I remembered how much he had seemed to enjoy it when I touched it. I reached up to touch it again, and Liam stepped back suddenly.
“No Mary, ye push me too far. It is difficult enough resisting ye, if ye lay those little hands on me I will be lost. It is time for us to return to the keep”.
I walked to Liam’s horse and stood beside it, thinking that it would be a very interesting ride back to the keep, but I was very disappointed when he put me on my own horse before mounting his. He looked at me grimly.
“Ye are going to vex me greatly, I see that now. Now that ye understand how much I desire ye, ye are going to torture me with that beautiful body, are ye not?”
I smiled and nodded at Liam before answering him.
“No more than you are torturing me, Liam. Will you come to my room tonight, or shall I come to yours?”
Liam pulled on his reins, tugging his horse around to face me.
“Mary, not tonight. I cannot be with ye in my bed, or in yers, without wanting to be inside ye, and we cannot do that yet. We must wait. Besides, you know it is not proper until we are married. I would not have people talking about you if they found out”.
“Liam, it’s not as if I am a maiden or anything. Well, I was, but no-one but you and I knew about that. I don’t think your people will care if we don’t wait for our wedding”.
Liam looked at me as I made my last statements. Then he spoke quietly, asking a question I was not prepared for.
“Why where ye a maiden, Mary? Yer husband wasn’t always an invalid, was he?”
Liam.
Mary’s beautiful eyes darkened and a blush began to rise on her cheeks. She looked down and started to fiddle with the reins of her horse. Finally her slim shoulders rose and then fell and she looked up at me.
“I can’t answer that question truthfully Liam. You are right, Edmund wasn’t always an invalid, but he was never able to consummate our marriage. He tried a few times, but it never happened. He’s dead now, so it doesn’t really matter, and I’d rather not talk about that time in my life if you don’t mind”.
With that, she twitched the reins, put her heels into the horse and rode off, towards the keep. I fell in beside her, watching her, realising that she really did not want to speak of her first marriage. It was no wonder, such intimate details were not normally discussed between a man and a woman, no matter how intimate we had been. If Mary asked about other women I had been with in the past, I would be reluctant to discuss the intimate details with her, so I could not expect her to discuss her marriage with me. It intrigued me however, I could not understand how any man could be married to someone as beautiful as Mary for so long without bedding her. I thought over all the things she had said, and could understand why her husband might have been reluctant to bed her at first, as she was just a child when they wed. But there must have been a time when the child grew into a lovely young woman, and why did he then not make love to his wife? I could not understand, but knew that Mary would not yet tell me. Maybe one day, but not today.
I didn’t really want to spend much time thinking about why another man would not bed Mary anyway, because all I could think of was how I was going to wait almost three weeks until we married and I was able to move Mary into my bedroom. Although our first joining had been brief, I knew from our reactions to each other that when we were able to finish what we had started two days ago, that it would be good. I would just be sure to be more gentle next time, as I did not want to cause Mary any more pain. That, and I knew I would want to be inside her more than once, so I would have to be careful to ensure she was properly aroused so that we could. I smiled to myself as I remembered how sweet she had tasted, and how wonderfully she had reacted when I had buried my face in her sex and tasted her, and knew that it would be a pleasure getting her ready to receive me.
My shaft twitched at the thought, and I glanced sideways at Mary. She hadn’t known that a man could pleasure a woman with his mouth, so it would be a safe bet to know that she also wouldn’t know that a woman could pleasure a man the same way. I hoped that when I finally made the suggestion to her that it did not repulse her. In my experience, many women often did not like to take their man into their mouths, so I hoped that Mary was willing to learn something new. She said she wanted to experience more ways of pleasure, so maybe she was. I sighed, and Mary looked at me.
“Is there anything the matter Liam?” she asked with concern in her voice.
I looked at her closely. I didn’t know what to say.
“Liam, maybe we should make some things clear if we want to have a good, successful marriage. I don’t want to talk about my first marriage any more, except to say that husbands and wives should not keep secrets from each other. It only leads to misunderstandings and pain. I don’t want to talk about what happened in my past anymore, and I won’t ask about yours, but I think we should make a pact not to keep secrets from each other from this day forward. Do you agree?”
I stopped my horse and turned in the saddle to face Mary.
“Agree Mary. No secrets. If we had been honest with each other before, we could have avoided the disaster of two evenings ago, and our first joining could have been more pleasurable for the both of us”. I turned as if to ride away, but Mary spoke again.
“So, do we start from now? Are you going to tell me what was troubling you? Are you having second thoughts of marrying me?”
“No, Mary, nothing could be further from the truth. I agreed to be honest with ye, but it might be uncomfortable if I do, are ye sure ye want to hear what I was thinking about?”
Mary stared at me for a while before nodding, so I continued.
“I was thinking about how much I love to touch ye, and how much I think ye like it when I do, and about what we did before. I was also thinking about what ye said, about how ye wanted to learn more about what men and women did to pleasure each other, and I was wondering if ye would ever consider returning the favour”.
Mary stared at me uncomprehendingly for a moment, then her eyes grew wide as she realised what I meant. She looked at my groin and then looked at my face, searching my eyes, maybe to determine by my expression whether I was serious or not. She edged her horse closer to mine.
“Do you mean – I mean to say – I don’t know how to say this – do you want me to put my mouth on your - ?” she faltered, unable to complete her sentence. I smiled.
“Say it Mary, we are going to be married, there is no need to be shy about the things we will do to each other. Yes, I do mean ye put your mouth on my cock. Say the word”. Suddenly, it became really important for me to hear Mary’s mouth saying the word. As I thought about it, my shaft twitched. I watched Mary’s eyes, a smile twitching on my lips, which was soon answered by a smile on hers.
“Cock”, said Mary, earning a gasp from
me. “You want me to put my mouth on your cock. I will try, Liam, but what if I don’t like it? Will you be disappointed?”
“Mary, of course I will. How did it feel when I pleasured ye with my mouth? Imagine then how it will be for me when ye do that to me? I will be sorely disappointed if ye don’t want to do it, but I would ask ye to try”.
Mary smiled at me with a mischievous grin on her face.
“If it’s so important to you Liam, then I will try. But you will have to patient with me if I do it wrong”.
I laughed, a great big laugh that came up from the depths of my belly and made the horses jitter.
“Mary, I cannot imagine how anything ye do me when we are naked could possibly be wrong. Come on, it’s time to get back to the keep, it will be dark if we stay out too much longer”.
We turned our horses back to the keep and rode back through the gates, not speaking much more, each of us obviously lost in our thoughts. For my part, I was planning what I would do to Mary, and picturing how she would look in my bed, with her hair unbound and splayed out on my pillows. The only thing marring my pleasure was the thought of not being able to enjoy that vision tonight. I briefly toyed with the idea of not waiting for our marriage to take Mary to my bedroom, but I knew that we could not pursue such an intimate relationship openly, and I did not want to sneak around. I did not want to start my life with Mary with lies and deceptions.
After we tended to the horses, we went in search of my father, finding him in the solar with my mother. Bidden to enter, I walked in, drawing Mary with me and closing the door behind us. My parents looked from one to the other of us, my mother starting to smile.
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