Page 37 of Knight of Darkness
“’Twas considerate of you all,” she murmured. “Allow me to thank you for that consideration.” She leaned down and softly blew into his ear and he shivered. “I want you.”
“You do not know what you are asking of me,” he said in a husky whisper. “I am only a man and am barely holding on to the remaining shreds of my vow to keep you safe as it is.”
“I am always safe with you, Wymar. Safe to make this decision for myself. And I know what I want. Make me yours in every way. Show me the way to the heavens so that I can relive this one moment for the rest of my life. I promise I will ask nothing more of you than that.”
“Ceridwen…” her name lingered in the space between them and he watched her smile.
“I love when I hear my name pass your lips. Kiss me, Wymar. Touch me. Teach me about pleasure, and make me yours. We belong only to each other at least for this one eve. We will not worry about what the morrow may bring. Let us bring the darkness that surrounds our lives into the light so that for just this one moment in time we might know the meaning of love.”
She bent forward and their mouths were but a heartbeat away before she claimed him. One touch and any bit of chivalry left Wymar as he took what she so willingly offered. He had been starving for her and as she opened her mouth and plunged her tongue to dance with his own, Wymar lost control. The kiss became possessive as though they each wished to live this one moment without regret.
Ceridwen pulled back, her chest heaving as though trying to catch her breath. She gazed down upon him before reaching for his tunic and pulling it from his body. Exposed to the night air, goosebumps raced across his skin before her fingers skimmed his feverish flesh. A low moan escaped her before he pulled her from his lap and stood. Holding out his hand, he helped her rise and began untying the laces in the front of her gown. Once finished, he pulled the garment off along with her underclothing, tossing them to the ground. She had no time to react when he turned her and tugged her back against him, his chest pressed along her back. Reaching around her body, his teased the nipples of her breasts and kissed her neck.
“You had me at a disadvantage, but turnabout is fair play. Tell me to stop this instant if you have changed your mind. If we continue on, I may not have the will to stop.” He groaned at the thought of not being able to continue. Still waiting for her answer, Wymar turned his lady around to again face him.
Her hand cupped his cheek before moving once more down his chest before she began removing his hose and braies. When they both stood naked to the elements, she once more wound her arms around his neck and pressed her body into his.
“I am yours, Wymar, just as you belong to me for this night alone.”
They were all the words he needed and he pulled her into his body and kissed her as he had never done before. Picking her up, he laid her down upon their discarded clothing. His hands stroked her body and left no part of her skin untouched. His hand lowered to the very center of her being and he could tell she was ready for him. As much as he wanted to plunge into her softness without any more delay, he refrained. For the first time in his life he cared more about the woman beneath him and her needs than he cared for his own. Was this love?
Slowly, his lips left a trail down her body. He lavished sweet kisses on her breasts, sucking the nipples until they puckered inside his mouth even whilst his fingers stroked her softness. Ceridwen began to come alive, as he had never seen her before, which only drove him further to give her as much pleasure as she could take.
Further down her body did his lips travel, his tongue wet on her burning flesh. When he neared the space between her legs, he felt her tug his hair and he looked up to see her staring at him in confusion.
“What is this you do, Wymar?” she said with a breathy whisper.
“Teaching you, my sweet. Be a good student and enjoy.”
“But—”
“As you said, Ceridwen… justfeeland let yourself go with the moment,” he urged and went down to feast upon his treasure.
The first moment his tongue touched her center, she bucked in surprise. It did not take her long before she truly lost herself in the pleasure she was receiving from him. She said his name over and over again, which only encouraged Wymar to continue lavishing his attentions on this woman who was on the brink of ecstasy. Her hips rose and a sound tore from her lips as she reached her climax. It was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.
His manhood was throbbing for its own release, but her needs still had to come first. He had no wish to frighten or overwhelm her, particularly for her first time. If that meant taking a pause, then they would. If it meant stopping altogether before things went any further… then so be it. She had already given him a gift far greater than any maidenhead. Wymar waited for Ceridwen’s breathing to return to normal. He kissed his way back up her body and was surprised with the overwhelming emotions coursing through his own. Aye… she had broken down the last of his walls and he cared not that he had not found his own release. He pulled her closer and caressed her hair as she snuggled into his chest.
How long he held her, he did not know. But he was well aware he was half asleep when he felt her hand moving down his chest, skimming her fingertips over his own nipples and teasing the hair as she made her way toward the very essence of him. He held his breath in anticipation of what she had planned for him but he was unprepared when she wrapped her hand around his manhood. He hissed in surprise and she stopped.
Raising her head from his chest, she peered at him. “Is it not permissible to touch you?”
“You may, although I may not last long under your tender administrations.”
“I do not understand,” she said as she once more began to move her hand up and down his shaft.
God’s Bones he wanted to be inside her, he thought as she continued her play. He could stand her exquisite torture no longer and he placed his hand over her own to stop what she was doing.
“Cease, Ceridwen. I can stand it no more,” he said with clenched teeth.
“But there is more for you to teach me?” she asked.
“Aye, but not tonight. I will not take you here on the forest floor after all you have been through.”
“But we may not have any more time together, Wymar. It must be tonight because the morrow is not promised.”
He was confused at her words but as she tightened her grip upon him, he moved so she was now beneath him. “Are you sure?”
She nodded. “Aye. Teach me. Make me yours in every way.”
