Page 46 of Bewitched

“Whoa!” he cried, landing next to her on his back. “That wasn’t a good thing to do.”

“Why not?” she asked, smiling, feeling happier than she ever had before. The scent of the flowers seemed to be doing something to her. Suddenly, she was becoming very randy.

“I could have smashed you with my weight, sweetheart. And stop all that giggling. You really do sound like a fae.”

“I can’t help it. I think it is the strong, sweet scent of all the flowers that is making me heady.” She crawled atop him, kissing him passionately. “It’s making me do things I don’t usually do.”

“I see,” he said, not even trying to stop her. “I think I kind of like just lying here. Mayhap I’ll sleep here all night.”

“Nay you won’t.” She sat up and started pulling off her clothes, being able to think of nothing else but making love with Rhys.

“Medea? What are you doing?”

“We’re going to do a little more than just sleeping tonight.” She kissed him again. He reached out and finished undressing her. She didn’t mind in the least. Medea hurriedly helped him to remove his clothing next, gasping when she looked down to see the moonlight bathing his nakedness. “You are beautiful!” she exclaimed.

“That’s funny,” he said, running his fingers slowly up her bare legs. “I was going to say the same thing about you.”

“Rhys, I want to make love to you,” she blurted out. “I’ve never done it before, but I think it’s time I learn how.”

“Oh. All right.”

“So, you don’t object?”

“Medea, where I come from, making love isn’t something that is... shall I say, planned?”

“It’s not? Then how do you know when it’s going to happen?”

“You don’t. That’s the fun of it. You just enjoy being with someone special, and let things happen. Sometimes, it ends up in two people coupling.”

“Oh, I see.” She almost felt as if he was saying he didn’t want her, and this upset her.

“On the other hand,” he continued, pulling her down on top of him. “I like your way of being blunt about it, too. It sort of excites me.” He kissed her passionately, his tongue entering her mouth, surprising her since she hadn’t expected it.

“Oh!” She pulled away and put a hand to her mouth.

“Don’t you like that way of kissing?” he asked her.

“I don’t know. I’ve never done it before. However, I must admit it was nice.”

“I can see you need to be guided in the art of making love. I hope I’m not moving too fast.”

“It is not fast enough for me. Will you guide me, Rhys? I want to learn. I want you to be the one to do it.”

“Well, since you put it that way, I can’t refuse.”

Rhys almost laughed aloud. Medea was eager to learn, and he was just as eager to teach her. He wanted to make love to her just as much as she seemed to want to do it with him. Something about being here in the Whispering Dale made all his worries fade. It was odd, but also a nice change of things. All he could seem to focus on was the passion inside him that he felt for Medea. He enjoyed being intimate with her, and she seemed to enjoy it, too.

“The first thing you need to do is to relax,” he instructed. “Lie down next to me. The flowers are soft.”

“Okay.” She did as he told her.

“Now what?” she asked, looking up with wide eyes and blinking a few times in succession.

“You have beautiful eyes, Medea.”

“I do? No one has ever said that to me before.”

He reached down and gently kissed her closed lids. “Well, it is about time someone does.”