Page 48 of Sweet Mead for Lady Martine

“Is making love supposed to feel good?” she asked, so seriously that he knew she would have to experience it herself in order to know just how good it felt.

“Would you like to find out?”

“Yes.”

“I mean, do you really want to know?”

“If you mean would I like to experience it with you, then the answer is yes. Now, tell me what we did in your dream.”

“I don’t think I can,” he said, kissing her behind the ear and letting his kisses trail down her neck, getting closer and closer to her cleavage. “However, I can show you.”

Martine welcomed David’s kisses and caresses, feeling excited when his mouth touched her skin. He nibbled on her ear, causing her to almost melt in his arms. When his tongue flicked out into her ear, she gripped him tightly, feeling ever so excited.

“That’s new to me,” she told him.

“I’ll bet you’ll experience many new things before we’re done.”

He kissed her atop her head, breathing in her scent if she wasn’t mistaken.

“Did you just sniff me?” she asked with a giggle.

“I love the smell of your hair and I never want to forget it.”

“I love your hair too.” She reached up kissing him atop the head and then continuing to run her hands through his locks. “Your hair is soft,” she told him in surprise.

“I’m glad now I bathed in that new tub and even washed my hair.”

“Mayhap someday we can take a bath together.”

“Talk like that is only making me hard to hold back.”

“I don’t want you to hold back,” she told him, feeling his fingers fumbling with the ties on her bodice. Before she realized it, his hand had slipped inside her clothing, and his fingers skimmed softly over her bare breast.

“Mmm,” she moaned as they continued to kiss and his thumb flicked across her nipple. Martine felt a wave of excitement rush through her.

“We did this in my dream,” he whispered against her chest as his mouth replaced his hand. It felt so good that she gripped his hair and pulled him even closer, pushing herself deeper into his mouth.

“I like this dream,” she whispered as he lay her back on the hay, pulling her bodice all the way down, giving attention to her twin peaks. “What else did we do?” she asked him.

“Some of the things we did I’ll have to save and tell you about next time,” he whispered in her ear, still kissing her and running his hand up her leg now.

“Why?” she asked. “I want to experience everything, David.”

“Slow down, my lady. Lovemaking should not be rushed. And each time we do it, I want you to experience something new.” His hand cupped her womanly mound and he explored with his fingers. She moaned in delight, throwing back her head, never wanting this dream to end.

“You like that?” he asked.

“Oh, yes. Yes, I do,” she said through deep breathing, feeling him slip a finger inside her. When he did, she almost cried out in excitement, knowing that David was inside her now.

“Do I need to remove my clothes?” she asked, barely able to speak.

“You were fully clothed in my dream,” he whispered.

“I was? Then how did we… do it?”

“Only certain parts need to be naked. The important ones.” Then he did something that surprised her. He stood up and untied his breeches, letting them fall to the floor. Her eyes drank in his manly beauty, her jaw dropping open since she could see his fully erect form in the light of the lantern. He was big. And hard. Martine was a little scared but mostly excited.

“Wow,” was all she could say, her eyes fixated on his fully aroused form.