“You shouldn’t-” His voice started,wrecked.
She pulled her tongue up the length of him and watched thewords die in his throat. “Still want me to stop?”
He choked on a laugh that turned into a growl. “No.”
Guinevere smiled, slow and wicked, and then sank lower, lips parting as she took the tip of him into her mouth. His hips bucked reflexively, and she steadied him with a palm against his thigh, the other wrapped tight around the base of his cock.
“Fuck,” he whispered reverently.
She hummed in satisfaction, and heshuddered.
One of his hands gripped the edge of the tub, the other tangling in her hair. Not to guide her — he never once forced her head to move.
It was likeshewas anchoring him.
“I’m not going to-” His words trembled, fingernails scraping against her scalp.
Lancelot bucked again, causing Gwen to gasp around him. Tears pricking in her eyes as he hit the back of her throat.
“Fuck,” He groaned, “I’m so sorry.”
She didn’t answer. Why would she? He did not need to apologize, and the warmth that pooled in her legs was just as addicting as the feel of him beneath her touch. Hollowing her cheeks, she took him deeper.
“Gwen-” His voice was strained, fingers tight in her hair. “Stop, I’m-”
She stroked the base of his erection, her fingers dancing along the throbbing veins.
He came with a shudder, her name half-spoken on his lips, head thrown back. His cock pulsed on her tongue as he spilt into her mouth.
She swallowed him down like a prayer.
“Fuck.” His eyes were still screwed shut. She pulled back, lookingup at him.
He was agod.
Broken.
Filthy.
Scarred.
Hers.
“I think…” His breath still came in unsteady gasps. “I think I’ll take that bath now.”
Slowly, as if in a trance, he kicked his pants off and stepped into the tub, hissing as the hot water washed over him. “My queen,” he sank down into the water, moaning gently. “Please, join me.”
She was already pulling her dress off, smiling. “No funny business, knight.” She wagged a finger at him, taking his hand as she stepped in.
They sat facing each other, his legs framed hers, their knees knocking.
“I was supposed to be helping you scrub the grime off of you.” She grinned, gently splashing him.
“You,mon amour, have helped me plenty. I can bathe myself.” He snatched her hand from beneath the water, pressing his lips to her palm, her wrist, her fingertips. “What I do need, love, is to tell me where you learnedthat.”
A deep blush traveled up her cheeks as she avoided his gaze.
“Shit.” He dropped her hand, taking her chin in his fingers. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what I-” There was a panicked look in his eyes. “I’m so stupid. I’m an idiot.”
