Page 61 of Long Live the King

“Says the gorgeous maiden nude upon the bed, ye are breathtakin’.”

“I’m not completely nude—” He drew my underwear down my legs and off, tossing them to the side. “Now I am.”

We lay back, our feet still off the bed, holding onto each other, his fingers caressing and playing between my legs, me touching him everywhere. My desire and his desperation growing, we rolled to the middle of the bed and he lay down over me — he paused. He kissed me, deeply. We looked each other in the eyes and our breathing matched.

And there was a long moment where we waited, in sync, pausing before we leapt, deciding to hold on, and then he pushed himself into me... and holding onto me he pushed again andagain, and I raised my hips to meet him and we built up a glorious friction, a rhythm, hot breaths and sweat misted skin, and deep longing kisses, and after a long but loving battle, we reached climax, first me and then him and then settled, heavy and spent, on the other side of the peak.

He was the wonderful kind of heavy — I felt completely held, comforted, protected. He moved his mouth to the place beside my throat, under my ear, pressing his lips to my skin. I could feel our heartbeats sync together as our breathing grew regular and slowed.

I tightened my grip around his back, holding him close.

And then I burst into tears.

He drew his head up and looked down on me. “Och nae, are ye well, Ash?”

I nodded. “I’m sorry, that was... it was overwhelming.”

“Aye.”

I looked into his eyes. “I didn’t mean to spoil the moment, I just felt... like that was alot.I can’t put it into words. I really really like you.”

He kissed the outer corner of my eye, wetting his lips with my tear. “I felt it as well, and aye, I feel the same on ye, Mistress Ash.”

“Sometimes I am so caught up in how hard it all is, paying bills, going to work, and being kind of alone in the world, and wondering what the point is, but then you’re here and I feel so safe.”

“Aye, the world is a storm, but I think we can get through it taegether. I will protect ye.”

I nodded and looked up in his eyes and we breathed together for some long moments while I gathered my emotions and calmed in his arms.

He rolled off me and patted his chest and put out an arm. I curled up alongside him. Rubbing my hand across his muscularchest, thinking to myself, again,wow...he held my hand over his heart.

Then he raised his head, giving me a long hot view of his neck muscles, and let go of my hand. “Here, do this.” He put his thumb in his mouth. He laughed at me when I looked at him quizzically.

He pulled his wet thumb out to say, “Ye must do it as well.”

I stuck my thumb in my mouth and slobbered on it while I mumbled, “What for?”

He pulled his thumb out again. “Because we forgot tae make a thumb oath afore I bedded ye, this is why ye are overcome. Tis important. Tis a promise so ye arna worried.”

Then we pressed the pads of our wet thumbs together. He said, “Here is my thumb, Mistress Ash, I promise I will never beguile ye.”

I frowned a bit. “I am not sure I know what beguile means...?”

“I winna deceive ye.”

“Now I say it?”

“Aye.”

“Here is my thumb, m’laird, I promise I will never beguile you.”

We smiled at each other.

I asked, “You’re going to sleep here with your duties coming up, you can?”

“Aye, how else can we copulate at least two more times?”

I laughed and sat up. “Then we need to get under the covers.” We got up and loosened the sheets, and took turns in the bathroom. I loaned him a toothbrush. There was something awesome about watching his ass as he walked around my apartment in his majestic nakedness, and when I would glance at him he would be watching me with a look of awe. Then weclimbed into bed under the covers, and I tucked my head to his chest.

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