He followed with a raspy bellow, her name tumbling off his lips, over and over again. An act of worship. Gripping her so tight, she begged her body to bruise. His face immediately flushed, mouth gaping.
She pressed her lips to his cheek, his nose, the corner of his mouth, doing all she could to fight off the shame that she could see rising in his eyes. “You’re allowed to want things, Lancelot.” She whispered, lips brushing his. “You’re allowed to feel.”
He didn’t answer, eyes closing, head falling back on the bed behind them. Gwen shifted, untangled her legs from around him, and curled up in his lap, pressing her cheek to his chest, digging her fingers into his shirt.
Stretching up, she pressed a kiss to the underside of his jaw. “You’re warm.” She purred, nestling herself deeper into his heat.
As she sat there, listening to the erratic beat of her heart, she felt herself, once more, growing tired. She had never remembered being sotiredbefore.
“Let’s take a nap,” she whispered around a yawn.
He stiffened beneath her. “Aye,” but his voice was thick, like there was something he wasn’t saying.
“Lance? Are you well?” She pulled back, trying to meet his eyes.
“M’fine.” He mumbled, running a hand down his face. She went to stand, but he grabbed her forearm, holding her in place.
“I want to lie down, Lance,” she said with a pout, trying to worm out of his grip. “You’ve exhausted me again. I’ve had a fright, remember? Doctor’s orders.” She smiled, but he didn’t return it.
“What’s going on?” She asked again, brow knotting as she studied him.
He muttered something so quickly, so quietly, that she hadn’t been able to understand a word.
“What?” She shook her head, at a loss.
“I said-” His voice bordered on exasperation. “I came in my pants like a fresh-faced boy.” His cheeks reddened, avoiding her gaze at all costs.
“I know,” she whispered with a smile, straddling his lap again. She took his face in her hands. “I was there, remember?” Her fingers danced across his cheekbone, her touch light as a feather.
“Don’t-” His voice was tight, “Don’t laugh at me, Gwen. I-”
Her eyes sparkled, “I’m not laughing.” Her lips found hers, kissing him softly. “You really couldn’t help yourself, could you?”
“Stop,” pleading, his hands found her hips again, trying to hold her still as she rocked gently. “You’ll kill me, Guinevere.”
“Twice, Lancelot.” She whispered, the mirth from her voice making way for something a little softer. “After a pleasureless lifetime, you have undone my very being twice in the last day.” She pressed herforehead against his. “And you?”
Laughter bloomed inside of her, tumbling out of her mouth. “You didn’t need me naked, didn’t even need a bed.” She rolled her hips, a sweet sense of satisfaction washing over her as he groaned.
As she felt him, half-hard, beneath her.
Guinevere shifted gently in his lap, dragging the hem of his tunic a little higher on her thighs. “Are you going to say anything?” she asked softly, brushing her nose against his jaw.
He cleared his throat. Then cleared it again. Still, he wouldn’t look at her.
“I…” His voice cracked, and he shook his head with a breathy laugh. “This hasneverhappened to me before.”
She tilted her head, fingers still lazily tracing shapes over his chest. “You mean the breakfast part? Or the part where I made you come in your pants without even getting undressed?”
His groan was somewhere between a laugh and a plea for mercy. He finally met her eyes, red-cheeked and sheepish. “Guinevere.”
“What?” she asked, smile slow and devastating. “I think it’s sweet.”
“It’smortifying,” he muttered, dragging a hand down his face. “I’ve had more lovers than I can count. Men. Women. I’ve done things I’m sure the clergy have never even dreamed of.” His eyes flicked to hers, a little dazed. “But I’ve never come in my godsdamned trousers. Like a boy.”
She smoothed his hair back, cheeks flush with pride, a smile continuing to tug on her lips. “You’re a mess,” she whispered, running her hand down his chest. “A wonderful,soakedmess.”
His head fell back against the footboard, another groan tearingfrom his lips.
