Page 40 of The Saxon Lord's Unwanted Bride
Ah, how sweet she tasted! He ran his tongue over the soft petals of her and a rumble of pleasure erupted from his throat.
She shifted her legs and began to cry out, as Marlin said she would. Her body tightened before it burst beneath his tongue, a ripe plum giving forth the sweetest of juices.
“Harald!”
She arched her back and buried her hands in his hair while her body writhed under his hands and tongue in a slow, rhythmic dance. Her breath came in gasps while he drank from her until her climax passed and she fell back onto the fur, little aftershocks of pleasure trembling through her thighs.
He sat up, his manhood straining for her—yet, heeding Marlin’s words, he waited. Eloise lay on the fur, legs splayed open before him, fully exposed yet completely relaxed. Though she was a tiny woman and he’d towered over her on many an occasion, never did she seem so utterly vulnerable to him, until this moment.
He leaned over and brushed his lips against hers. She opened her eyes, rewarding him with a smile, the soft candlelight playing in the depths of her eyes. He took her hand, and pulled her onto his lap then encircled her tiny frame in his broad arms.
She sighed contentedly, and leaned against his chest—his little lamb safe, at last, in the arms of the shepherd. She shifted position, unwittingly brushing her buttocks against his manhood which jumped eagerly at the movement, and her body stiffened.
“My lord?” the nervous tremor had returned to her voice.
Devil’s holy cock!She’d only just begun to relax. He held her against him, willing his member to obey, yet her movements only served to increase the burning need within him.
“What is it?” he asked, through gritted teeth.
“May I giveyoupleasure?” Her voice faltered in her shyness and she turned her head into his chest as if afraid of rejection.
Her next words tickled against his chest hair. “May—may I touch you—taste you?”
A surge of need rushed to his groin and he closed his eyes, using every drop of willpower to stop his manhood from exploding. Images of Gertrude sucking greedily on him contrasted sharply with the feel of his wife’s soft, delicate body.
“Nay,” he spoke through gritted teeth, ignoring the pain of his denial.
“Forgive me,” she said, “’tis not for me to ask such things.”
She pulled away but he drew her back, turning her to face him. Tears spilled from her eyes. Devil be damned, she thought he didn’t want her!
“I greatly desire it,” he said.
“But with another,” she cast her eyes down.
He shook his head. “I only desireyou, but what you ask—it’s for whores and sinners and you are neither.”
“Is it a sin to please my husband?” she asked.
Slowly, shyly, she reached down and touched his cock with her hand. He took a sharp intake of breath but remained still so as not to frighten her.
He closed his eyes, unable to speak. She wrapped her little fingers round him, her tiny hand almost unable to completely circle his girth. Tentatively she moved her hand along his length until she reached the tip, rubbing her thumb across, spreading the bead of moisture that had formed. His manhood swelled and she withdrew her hand.
“Husband—am I doing it right?”
“You are doing well,” he whispered, his voice hoarse.
“Tell me what I must do.”
In a pained voice he told her how to stroke and squeeze him, shamed at the notion of having to explain to his wife how to administer the very same services he’d paid countless whores to do since leaving boyhood.
“May…” she hesitated, “may I taste you? As you tasted me? To give you pleasure?”
He let out a groan and gritted his teeth to prevent his body from bursting the moment he felt her little mouth on him. She lifted her head.
“Do you wish me to continue?”
“Aye,” he hissed at the sensation as she resumed her attentions. Soft, warm lips covered the tip of him—with loving reverence, she kissed him and drew her tongue along his length. There was nothing so arousing as an innocent woman administering to his needs. Eloise wanted to give him pleasure for his own sake—not for a coin or for personal gain. Until now, he could not have believed such a woman existed.
