Page 82 of The Lord's Compass
It no longer scared her, as it would have just a few months ago. Instead, her trust in Eric had grown so deep that she knew she would always be safe, as long as he was there beside her.
He leaned in, his large hand cupping the back of her head in one possessive move as he kissed her deeply, drinking her in, reminding her that she was his forever now. His other arm was strong around her back, and Faith knew he was likely wishing that he could pick her up and lift her onto the bed.
Instead, she backed up toward it herself, pressing one more kiss upon his lips before she turned around and presented her back to him.
“I believe someone promised he would be my lady’s maid tonight?” she said, her eyebrows wiggling slightly, and he chuckled heartily against her neck, his hands sliding over her sides.
“As my lady commands,” he said as he took his time undressing her, his fingers moving slowly as he untied the laces that held her bodice together, the soft pads of his thumbs grazing over her back, causing her to shiver.
Faith let out a soft sigh of pleasure, her eyes falling closed as she tilted her head back, exposing her neck to invite his soft kisses that she loved so much as he slid the sleeves of her gown off of her arms.
As he worked on layer after layer, his touch sent sparks throughout Faith’s body. She was so lost in him and all that surrounded them here in this bedroom that she nearly forgot a world outside of it existed.
His fingers trailed down her spine, causing shivers as he went until he reached the small of her back. She let out a soft gasp, to which he chuckled and pushed her dress over her hips until it pooled at her feet.
Faith stepped out of it, now clad only in her thin chemise. She slowly turned around, her eyes locking onto Eric’s, which were staring at her in hunger.
He was already shirtless himself, his strong, chiselled chest and abdomen waiting for her.
Eric stepped closer, his hands cupping Faith’s cheeks as he leaned in and kissed her deeply once more. She melted into him as his hands travelled over her body until he deftly released the ribbon on her chemise and the fabric floated away, leaving her bare before him.
Reaching forward, she untied the fall of his breeches herself, shifting so that he could hold onto the bed if needed while he pulled them off.
Eric’s strong hands gripped the wooden bedpost as he lifted himself onto the mattress. Faith followed, crawling over toward him on hands and knees as he lay back and waited for her to join him.
With a sultry smile, she straddled him, placing her hands on his broad chest as she leaned forward to kiss him again.
Eric’s fingers traced the curves of her breasts and hips and as their mouths moved together, Faith moaned, her hands roaming over his chest and down his abdomen. His arousal pressed into her thigh, and she was suddenly desperate for it – for him. Eric must have felt the same, for he pulled back away from the kiss, his lips now moving down her neck, nibbling gently on her collarbone. He took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking until she was writhing above him, desperate for more.
She wriggled down his body and he leaned on his elbows, watching her with hooded eyes as she dipped her head and lifted his cock with her mouth, teasing it with her tongue, satisfaction growing warm in her chest when he groaned in response.
Faith would never have thought that she would enjoy taking a man in her mouth, but she loved the power that came with it, the opportunity to provide him with all of the satisfaction she could give.
Finally, he leaned down, reaching for her, sliding her back over his body and lifting her until she was sitting right over top of him. One of his hands slipped between them and he rubbed her slowly, making sure she was ready for him until he nodded in satisfaction and released her.
Gripping his shoulders, she held herself above him until she slid down slowly as he notched within her. She paused, giving herself a moment to adjust.
How had she gone so many years without his touch? It had only been a few weeks since he had been injured and it felt like forever since they had been together like this.
“What is wrong?” he asked, leaning up on his elbows so that he could see her.
“I am afraid that I will hurt you.”
“What did we say about that?” he asked, bopping her on the nose with his index finger. “You are perfect. Do not hold back on my account.”
She sunk deeper, relaxing around him until he was fully seated within her. She took a breath, becoming used to his size as she was so full, so complete when they were together. She looked into his eyes and could tell that he felt the same as he leaned up and captured her mouth with his.
Eric shifted and found one of her nipples again, this time with his mouth while his hands moved to her hips, helping her move, the slow love play not vanishing but becoming more urgent, more desperate, as their bodies rocked together as one.
Eric suddenly surged up off of the bed, lifting Faith and moving her beside him. She started in surprise, staring up at him as his normally bright and cheerful demeanor was replaced with a man intent on achieving his aim.
“Eric, what are?—”
“On your knees,” he murmured, not entirely commanding but not asking either. There was still tenderness in his tone, but Faith didn’t mind being ordered about – in bed. Nowhere else.
She did as he instructed, perching on her knees, and he reached out, one of his hands sliding her legs wider apart before kneeling between her thighs.
Faith bit her lip before the words emerged, words that would ask him if he was sure he should be doing this. She had a feeling that he was likely causing a great risk of injury to his leg, but to ask him now would only mean that he would feel he must further prove that he was the same man he had always been.
