Rising from the bed, she sauntered close to him.She didn’t reach for him or kiss him.Rather, she looked him up and down.
Without a word, she tapped a slender finger against his belt.He quickly worked the buckle and removed it, his chest heaving with his panting breath.Keeping his gaze on her, he draped the belt over a nearby chair.
Using that same finger, she drew her fingertip up his chest, over his buttons.He craved her touch, his body seeming to scream for it, and he unbuttoned the cotehardie, then laid it over his belt.
Ailith grabbed the hem of his undertunic and lifted it up and over his head.That, he threw to the floor.
She rested the flat of her palm on his heaving chest, and the touch was so hot, it was like she was branding him.
She might as well have.He had always been hers, and if she required him to be branded to show it, then he would willingly expose his chest to her branding iron.
Her fingertips danced down his chest to the ties of his fitted trews and lower, to where his swollen member begged for her touch.She cupped it with her warm hand.William groaned and leaned into her, resting his forehead against her hair.
“Please, lass.I canna –” he begged.
She squeezed slightly, and he groaned again.“Ye can, and ye will.”
William’s hands moved of their own volition, grabbing at her sleeve.
“Then be fair.I would see your skin as bare as mine.”
Her sly smile twitched as she moved back a half-step.Her eyes were riveted on his as she reached behind herself to untie her laces.The upper curve of her breasts pushed higher, enticing him, and he groaned again.
Then the gown loosened, and she wiggled from it.The gown fell into a lofty green puddle at her feet.Daintily, she stepped out of the dress and draped it over his cotehardie and belt.
Wearing only her léine and woolen hose, she gathered her léine and pulled it off her ravishing body.Watching her undress was exquisite torture, and she stood before him in nothing but her creamy woolen stockings tied in place against her thigh.
Oh, to be one of those ties!
He reached for her, but she shook her head, pushing his hands to the side, prolonging his agony.His cock bulged iron-hot in his trews as she continued his torment.
“Ailith,” he begged again.
She didn’t answer.Instead, her fingers found the thin leather ties at his groin and unfastened them with a few deft moves of her fingertips.His trews loosened enough for his cock to burst free, swollen and upright and glistening.
She touched the tip with her finger, and William groaned once more.
“Get ye in the bed, lass, before I throw ye there,” he growled.
“Nay.Ye promised me a ride.Now ‘tis my turn.”
What?Her turn –
He needed no answer as she dropped to her knees, her mouth swallowing his member.
His mind exploded.He had no words, no denial, nothing.His only thought was of her lips dragging up and down the length of his quivering member.
“Oh, God,” he whispered in a raspy voice.His hands fell to her head, unsure if he was going to encourage her more or pull her away.
He did neither.The tip of his manhood flared in her mouth as her tongue dragged up his shaft.The sight of her red head at his groin was his undoing.
“Oh, God!”he hissed, more loudly this time.
Now, he was begging.If she didn’t release him, he would lose his seed in her mouth, and he’d have to wait a while before consummating his marriage with his wife.
He didn’t let her decide.William pushed her away, clasped her under her arms, and lifted her to their bed as he kicked off his trews.
But she didn’t lie down.Instead, she rolled to her knees and looked at him expectantly.
