Page 64 of A Matter of Time
Finally, when she could stand it no more, he lowered his mouth to her core, and her orgasm exploded, but still he continued to lap and tease at her. She gripped his hair, grasping and pulling as he brought her to climax repeatedly. When he was done, he smiled in satisfaction, knowing he had pleased his woman greatly. He slithered back up her body and kissed her parted lips.
Catching her breath, Angelina kissed him back, slipping her tongue into his mouth and forcing him onto his back.
“Your turn,” she smiled seductively. She covered his mouth with kisses, preventing him from speaking as her hands sought his shaft and began to massage gently. Richard closed his eyes on a moan and Angelina copied what he had done only minutes before, kissing, licking, and nipping from his ears, to his nipples, and on to his swollen manhood. She skirted around it, knowing that was what he most wanted, but preferring to make him wait. Her hands slithered up his thighs, again coming close to him but not touching. His breath was coming in short gasps when she finally put her mouth over him. He almost came undone, but she saw him take steps to control himself, reaching down to hold her head and play with her hair. She brought him almost to the point of climax and then straddled him, lowering her warm, wet passage over his length, gliding up and down, enjoying the sweet sensations she was creating as much as Richard was. He reached up to cup her breasts and Angelina rode him, her back arched, her hair flowing all around her. She felt powerful knowing she could bring Richard such pleasure, that he wanted her, that he loved her. As Richard got closer to his orgasm, he grabbed Angelina around the waist and placed her beneath him again, this time thrusting into her until they both cried out and reached their release together. They clung to one another, exhausted and sated from their efforts.
Sometime in themiddle of the night, they made love again and when they were done, Richard got up to see to the fire. When he returned, he wrapped Angelina in his warm embrace, confident that he was the luckiest man in the world. She sighed contentedly in his arms and they easily fell back to sleep.
Richard awoke the following morning to the sight of a smiling Angelina, wrapped in his tunic and seated by the fire. She had added some wood and the fire blazed brightly, warming the little cottage and keeping the cold at bay. She set out some food for their breakfast and heated water for tea. Richard joined her on the floor by the fire after pulling on his trewes. She scooted closer and offered him a quick kiss, which Richard swiftly turned into a long, lingering kiss.
“I am so happy to be here with you, Richard. I have to keep pinching myself to make sure I’m not dreaming the most wonderful dream.” She tore some bread from the loaf Irene had provided and placed a slice of cheese on top, before putting it into a pan near the fire.
“What’s that you’re making?” Richard asked curiously.
“It’s a grilled cheese, I hope.” She removed the pan from the fire, careful not to burn herself. “We should probably let it cool off for a minute.”
“I can hardly wait to try it.”
After a minute, she tested the bread to ensure it wasn’t too hot and lifted it from the pan. “Pretty good for my first attempt without modern cooking tools.”
“Thesearemodern cooking tools,” Richard laughed.
“Oh, yeah. Right.” She smiled sweetly at him. “I forgot – from now on I’ll be using the latest and greatest in medieval technology.”
They ate and Richard thought he’d never tasted anything better, if only because of the fact that Angelina had cooked it for him. He liked her ingenuity and knew she would fit in to his world well. “Will you miss anything about San Francisco?” he asked curiously.
“I’m sure I will. It’s a beautiful place, as you’ve seen, but there’s really nothing for me there. Everything I could possibly want is sitting here with me now.”
Her words pleased him greatly, as he felt much the same way about her. “We should pack our things and prepare to leave. If we get started now, we’ll be to Keswick by nightfall and then it’s only a short journey to home.”
They cleaned up the little cottage, leaving it exactly as they’d found it. Richard already had fond memories of this place and now he had even more reason to remember it happily, as the place where he began his life anew. He called to the horses, who came running. He gave the horses apples left from their breakfast and some oats mixed with warm water. After the horses were done with their meal, Richard and Angelina saddled them. Angelina was again wearing her new gown and cloak. Her beauty was beyond words and Richard had to give himself a mental shake, so he could continue preparing for the remainder of their journey and not get completely lost in admiring his beautiful woman.
They put out the fire and closed everything up so that the next visitors to the cottage would find a welcoming place to lay their heads. Richard gave Angelina a leg up onto her horse and then mounted Arion. The snow had stopped at some time during the night, leaving a soft powder a few inches deep for them to trek through. The horses had no trouble navigating their way along the road that led to Keswick and then home.
“Richard, does your mother know about time traveling?” Angelina guided her horse around a large icy patch.
“I’ve told her about it, but I’m not sure whether she believed me or thought I was daft.” Richard skirted the same icy patch from the other side of the path.
“I hope she won’t mind having me around.” He could tell from her tone she was worried and tried to ease her mind.
“She will be more than happy to have you there. My sisters are married and in their own homes now. I think she misses having another woman around to talk with. She’s been surrounded by men for years now.” He stole a peek to see her reaction and noticed her shoulders relaxing. “She’ll love you, because I love you,” he added. She’ll also love you because like her, you love me.”
Angelina offered him another of her brilliant smiles and they urged their horses into a trot, excited to reach the end of their journey.
“Richard, I see a village up ahead. Is that Keswick?” Angelina craned her neck to see.
“It is. We’re almost home.”
They cantered the rest of the way into the quaint little village. Angelina found herself fascinated by everything she was seeing. There were small shops dotted here and there, along with an inn for weary travelers. “Will we be able to come back and explore?”
“Mother comes to the village weekly to shop and to visit with the people who reside there. I’m sure she’ll be happy to have someone to take along with her.” They had made their way through the village and urged their horses back into a canter. Before she knew it, Angelina saw the beautiful little castle she was going to be calling home. Torches from the courtyard, cast a golden glow, which was visible from the road. As they approached, the gates swung open, granting them entrance.
Richard pulled to a stop in front of the castle doors, and was greeted by a young lad, who took charge of Arion. Richard gently lifted Angelina down from her mare. The young lad gathered her reins as well and headed towards the stable with the horses.
Richard took Angelina’s hand and led her through the doors and into the lovely room she recalled from her first visit.
“Richard!” Edward called when they entered. “Mother! Richard is here!”
Lady Catherine must have been close by, because she rushed into the room and straight to Richard, whom she captured in her arms. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her fiercely. Stepping back, she took his face between her hands and gazed lovingly at him. “Richard I’m so happy you’re home.”
