Page 25 of Fletcher

Fletcher made a deep, decidedly masculine sound as he covered one breast with his mouth and sucked at her pebbled nipple. That sent more intense, sizzling sensations through her chest and into her belly, as if he were electrifying her insides. On their own her legs wrapped around him, and she sensed how much more drenched she’d become, thanks to his mouth. She cradled his penis between her thighs, wanting him to keep his threat now more than anything.

He moved his hips, sliding his shaft against the impossibly wet seam of her pussy, and then reached down and fit the full dome to her folds. He braced himself over her on one arm, keeping his hand around his cock as he pressed in. The stretching of her body to accommodate his made her aware of his size and hardness as she never had been until that moment. Fear of the unknown suddenly pushed aside her desire and gripped her with cold, tight claws.

“Uiseag.” His expression matched his body; every inch of him had tensed as if he dreaded what would happen next, too.

A sudden tenderness filled Lark, dispelling her alarm. He doesn’t want to hurt me. He’s just as scared as I am.

“I want you, and this,” she told him. “Don’t make me wait any longer, please.”

Fletcher bent his head to touch his brow to hers, and then began to move slowly and gently, not thrusting but sliding into her. All the wetness from him touching and kissing her engulfed him, and made the tightness of the fit easier to bear. Lark didn’t experience any pain, only the newness of all the unfamiliar sensations his girth created. It seemed even better than his mouth, because he made the emptiness go away. Halfway he stopped, drew out a little, and then pressed in again. He repeated that movement, and the sweet friction made her body respond like a blooming flower, opening her to his incursion, welcoming him.

At last he buried himself in her, and went still as he looked into her eyes. “My brave lass. You’ve wrapped me in silk and honey.”

Tentatively she tightened herself around him, astonished by the sense of power and completion that gave her. Everything she hadn’t understood about intimacy came down to this merging of their bodies, filling her with his desire and embracing him with hers. No one had ever been closer to her, or knew this part of her as Fletcher did now.

“I didn’t know it would be so good,” she murmured, running her palms along the tautly-corded muscles of his back. “You’ll teach me everything?”

His mouth curved with a fierce smile. “Oh, aye.”

He began moving again, as gently as he had coming into her, but he came even deeper into her pussy. The slide of his shaft within made her even more excited, for it spread heat from her sex into her belly, which raced up to swell in her breasts. The ache between her thighs and throbbing in her nipples seemed to pulse with every smooth, heavy thrust of his cock as he worked in her, pumping now with a carnal urgency. What had been new and marvelous soon became a torment, with something looming just beyond her reach.

“I need– Oh, Fletcher.” She dug her nails into his skin, unable to stop herself as she writhed under his plunging hips, making him groan against her hair.

“You want more of me, aye? So I shall give you.” He drove into her with powerful strokes that rendered her trembling and breathless. “Take all of me, lass. Like that, you drive me mad. I shall give you everything you wish and more.”

He kept muttering to her, words of dark passion and furious wanting, and they filled her with a delight that shivered around something huge now, the pleasure that built around his driving, merciless shaft. Lark clutched at him when the sensations wove through every part of her, coiling and tangling through her body as the bed beneath them shook and jumped with the force of his fucking. Then he took her mouth, filling her with his tongue and burying his cock in her pussy, and she lost herself in a waterfall of hot, sweet joy.

Fletcher strained and jerked over her, still thrusting even as he jetted deep inside her. The warmth of his seed washed over her clenching muscles, sending her hurtling through the cascade of bliss a second time.

When Lark finally came back to herself, she found him on top of her and both of them panting as if they’d just emerged from a long swim underwater. Drops of sweat from his chest and shoulders pelted her breasts, and where he still remained buried inside her they were both hot and slick. The wonder of what he had given her made her want to laugh and cry at the same time, and when he would have lifted himself from her she wrapped her arms around him tightly.

“Not yet.” She rubbed her flushed cheek against his. “I like you like this.”

He turned his head to kiss her, his breath caressing her swollen lips. “Then I may never leave you again.”

“Stop making me dream.” A contented sigh escaped her. “Do you need to sleep?”

Fletcher rolled onto his back, bringing her with him so that she sprawled atop his chest and hips. “When I might do thus with you?” His hands stroked over her buttocks. “I’ll sleep when I’m dead.”

Lark rested her chin on his chest. “Ah, but you’re immortal.” Which reminded her that she wasn’t. “Let’s not think about it now. Cuddling is better.”

They lay there for a long time, wrapped in each other and the silent contentment. She thought she’d grow drowsy, but he remained hard inside her, which kept a low hum of excitement vibrating through her. If he kept coming to her room every night she could do more with that marvelous part of him. She already had some ideas, too, remembering the drop of cream she’d seen on his cockhead, and how much she’d wanted to taste him.

“I like this,” she confided to him. “In my time we call it being friends with benefits.”

“I’ve no’ been a good friend,” Fletcher said, his voice low as he stroked her damp hair. “I should leave you so you may rest.”

He seemed worried again. Lark pushed herself up, inadvertently impaling herself ever deeper on his shaft, and sensed him swelling in response. How quickly he got hard for her, she thought, delighted.

“I can rest tomorrow,” she told him, tapping his chin with her finger. “This is my maiden night, my friend, and I’m not done with you yet.”

His mouth hitched. “What plan you for me, then, my maiden?”

“There’s so much in my planner now, I hardly know where to start.” She pretended to think as she settled her knees on either side of him, and slowly lifted herself a little before sliding back down on his new hard, heavy erection. “Is there anything I’m not allowed to do?”

His big hands gripped her hips. “Leave me with my cock in knots.”

“No tying you in knots. I’ll remember that.” Carefully she disengaged their bodies, smiling a little at the disappointed sound he made, and then shifted down his body until she straddled his knees. “Hmm. You’re all red and wet now, Seneschal.”