She stared at him with all the ardor and love raging in her. Without warning, she grabbed the opening and tore it apart. The undertunic ripped clear down the middle.
The shock on his face as he stepped back and looked down at his ruined garment! “What…?”
“Don’t hold back,” Charlotte said. This time, she trapped his attention.
Without quite knowing how he managed it, Charlotte found herself on the bed, Gautier’s weight pressing her against the feather mattress. His eyes darkened with lust, his hands became more demanding. She heard slight tearing sounds when he tugged her gown past her hips and down her legs. The undergarments soon followed.
Flopping down beside her, he practically tore his hose off in one motion. After he discarded the hanging undertunic, he rolled back on top of her and kissed her with more passion than ever before.
Charlotte pushed up against his face and bit his bottom lip. A guttural sound of pleasure rolled in his throat. Gautier’s tongue darted past her lips. His hair brushed her face when he left her mouth and devoured her throat, a shoulder, before stopping his fiery advance upon her breasts. Gathering both in calloused hands, he proceeded to suck with greed each nipple until Charlotte arched back and clawed at the headboard.
Had she known such exhilaration awaited her, she never would have let him sleep alone in a guest bedchamber!
Gautier left her throbbing buds to continue his ravishing journey downward. From hipbone, side to side, navel to sternum, his mouth covered every inch of her shivering stomach. When his hands stroked down lower, Charlotte let out a moan that would have shamed her any other time.
Gautier reached an agile hand down between her thighs and pressed against her mons. The heat from his palm radiated through her whole abdomen and down her legs. One finger then two curled in and stroked her most intimate spot. Charlotte bit her lip. Featherlike strokes at first, Gautier’s fingers accentuated the pressure against her tender bud. Within moments, Charlotte was shocked to discover Gautier’s fingers and her downy curls were glistening wet. Already?
“Take me with your hand,” she murmured. “Like the last time.”
With a quick nod, Gautier shifted his weight so he could curl his hand around her mons, parted her folds with his middle finger before dipping inside. Not even a handful of strokes later, Charlotte released her pleasure, which he rubbed around her sex and thighs. With speed and force she had not expected, he stabbed his finger deep. A throaty moan escaped her then another when he repeated his brusque incursion.
“Roll onto your front.”
His whispered request elicited a shiver of thrill. He would give her pleasure from behind?
Slowly, Charlotte rolled onto her side then lay flat on her belly, arms bent over her head.
“Spread your legs for me,” he said against her shoulder. A kiss followed his words then a soft lick and finally a quick play bite.
Shock and excitement burned her cheeks. Charlotte spread her feet wider and tried not to squeeze her bottom when Gautier slid a hand up from her ankle to her knee then higher along the inside of her thigh. His palm felt so hot she shivered. With tender, deliberate movements, he let his hand rest against her fissure, the tip of his fingers following her natural curve at the juncture of her legs. Her sex throbbed, demandingly, urgently.
Gautier pressed against her cleft, rubbed gentle circles as he gathered her honey. From that new and wholly novel angle, Charlotte could tell ecstasy would come hard and fast. Arching her backside slightly, she spread her legs even more without his need to ask her. She wanted him to pleasure her this way.
At first, his finger was gentle, careful in its exploration but Gautier must have discovered soon that her channel was more than ready for him. His moan matched her own when he penetrated her right up to the knuckles. She cried out as he pulled back then sank in harder, deeper.
“Again,” she snarled with her face against the covers. “Take me with your hand again.”
Gautier stabbed into her. Then again. She released a second time within moments.
“Come up on your knees.” His demanding tone surprised and titillated her.
Charlotte rolled her backside up and back, bending her legs until she knelt with her chest completely against the mattress, her arms bent under her forehead while Gautier rubbed incessantly. In slow circles then abrupt passes. Tingles soon intensified to shivers as he circled her waist with an arm while he angled his other hand so the tip of his middle finger rubbed all along her cleft, even her nether hole. From sacrum to mons he ran his slicked finger then without warning, he pushed inside her sex. She cried out.
Movement from behind indicated Gautier had changed position. His weight crushed her and forced her down onto her stomach when he lay on top of her, his member sliding in effortlessly. Her great cry of delight and amazement resounded in their chamber. Burning pleasure rippled outward from her distended entry. With his knees, he forced hers outward before settling more comfortably between her thighs. Arching his backside, he drew out and, Charlotte biting her lip the entire time, Gautier shoved back in. She’d never expected to find such rapture from this wicked form of lovemaking. From behind. Like beasts!
But Gautier pulled out almost immediately.
“I want to taste you again.”
With hands much more demanding than ever before, he flopped her onto her back by the crook of a knee and armpit before pinning her knees under his elbows.
Looking up at her, he trailed forceful kisses down her mons, over the inside of both thighs then focused in the middle where he led a charge with his tongue against her slick lips. Charlotte arched back violently. Without her brain’s sanction, she gripped him by the hair and thrust her pelvis up.
Gautier responded to her urgency by parting her tender lips with his fingers and lapping the throbbing pearl therein. A wave of satisfaction swelled over Charlotte. Crying out in bliss and urgency, she squeezed her thighs together, keeping him there.
If Gautier felt restrained or trapped, he did not seem to mind as his groans of excitement matched hers.
Shedding years of self-control, Charlotte pushed him off with her foot and pounced. He rolled onto his back and stared when she straddled him. Fisting his shaft, she angled it to her mouth and sank against his belly. His loud gasp made her proud. Salty honey made her salivate and forced her to suck hard so she wouldn’t waste any. She knelt between his knees while still completely around his member then drew upward as she forced the smooth skin down. Gautier bunched a fist in her hair. Charlotte would have yelled in triumph. This was the sort of unrestrained passion she wanted from him, not the controlled, disciplined man who’d fought for his God, but a fierce and ardent lover, a man who would take her hard when she meant to be taken this way or make love to her gently when she asked for it.
His fist in her hair did not relent as she pushed against him, pumped and sucked on him. She could feel that he was close to release but this time, he did not try to warn her or push her away and only added his other fist to her hair. Demandingly, she took him all in, unwilling to relinquish a single inch of his glorious shaft. His seed shot at the back of her throat, triggered a noisy feeding frenzy that left her panting and growling her pleasure at him. Fire lanced through her belly.
She was still drawing on him when Gautier released her hair and pushed against her shoulder so she would stand beside the bed. After he back-walked her to the corner of the bed and pressed her back against the post, he sank to his knees and took her with his mouth. Charlotte couldn’t suppress the deep-throated moan when he hooked a thigh over each shoulder and showing incredible strength, grabbed the post and lifted her a few inches off the floor. His wide back rippled with thick muscles as he suspended her on his shoulders, her sex crushed against his voracious mouth.
So she wouldn’t topple over, Charlotte reached up behind her head and seized the bulbous end of the post. Her moans soon rose to sharp little cries as fire licked her cleft, spread to her belly and breasts, her back. A
rching, she rolled her hips and squashed her flesh against him, pushed and undulated, gyrated hard enough that she started sliding sideways. With a sharp cry, she toppled from against the post and onto the bed, Gautier landing hard between her thighs.
Like a starving man, he greedily ate her flesh, the sounds of his feast the most decadent she’d ever heard. What else could he do, this man?
Without really knowing why, Charlotte raised her knees high, kept them there with her hands so that her cleft was stretched to its limit. His lust-darkened gaze on her, Gautier used his thumbs to further broaden her before kneeling right against her backside. Before she could wonder at his position, he rubbed his member along her fissure, his large hands coming up over her knees to trap them there.
“You’re my wife,” he said, as though the words shocked him. He repeated the sentence a few times, each instance widening the feral grin lifting his glistening lips. Then without warning, he pushed inside.
Charlotte “aahed” loudly before she fisted the bedclothes above her head. For the position, his penetration was profound, intense. Just like the ecstasy that ripped through her. Another long cry left her. He pulled out, sank back in. His face was set in stone. He was clearly beyond words so Charlotte received his fierce lovemaking, triumphant that she’d finally succeeded in pulling Gautier out of his shell.
When sweat started glistening on his banded chest, he released her knees, meant to collapse on top of her but she scooted sideways and rolled on top of him.
“I want you still,” she said as she meant to go down his middle and sink on his stiff manhood.
But Gautier seized her by the hips and forcefully brought her up to his face so she’d straddle it.
“And I’m not done feasting on you yet.”
She was already so keen with carnal pleasure that she feared she would start screaming at the top of her lungs when Gautier stretched her wide and suckled her pearl. Flicking his tongue against it, he rocked Charlotte back and forth over his face, the pressure and the movement creating wave after wave of primal bliss. When he abandoned her cleft so he could squeeze her breast, she arched back and pushed hard against his face.
But she wanted him now!
Despite his insistent tugging on her hip, she managed to evade his clutches and scooted back along his writhing body until she was straddling his thighs. Dark and glistening, his member stood poised between her thighs. Oh and she meant to ride him long and hard!
Kneeling up, she “walked” a few inches closer to his glorious shaft, guided it inside her then did a sudden, aggressive buck down. As soon as his throbbing flesh thrust into hers, Charlotte’s entire body gave a shuddering quake.
Good God, she thought. Good God!
Heat flowed through her veins as if she had been immersed in hot water. Gautier began to move under her, each thrust lifting her knees off the bed. She clung to him with a need that surprised her. Never had she yearned for something more than this. Closing her eyes, she let the man underneath her pump ever more forcefully, ever more rapidly.
She gasped when another wave of pleasure swelled up from her pulsating entry. As if the sound had proven too much for him, Gautier grabbed her about the middle and rolled her underneath his sweating body.
The vigor of his thrusts intensified still. Charlotte cinched his strong middle with her legs. Incoherently, she groaned her pleasure at him and he back at her. Flushed, his face tightened then his whole body shivered. He gave one mighty shove that seared her flesh into pulsating bliss. Both cried out in animalistic triumph.
When he collapsed on top of her, she could feel their heartbeats thundering against each other’s chest, their sweat joining them, their wheezing breaths like the tide, coming and going, their honey a bond fusing them as one.
Moments later, how long she could not tell, Gautier raised himself on his elbows to stare at her. The love she saw in the pale eyes made her want to hug him fiercely and laugh and cry. She did it all.
“What’s wrong? Have I hurt you?” he murmured as he rolled off her and returned her embrace.
She shook her head. When the sobs had quieted down, she looked up into his worried face and grinned awkwardly. “Too many emotions all at once.”
Obviously relieved, he nodded. “You can’t go on in life telling yourself that you won’t feel again,” he said as he caressed her hair. “I know. I’ve tried and failed.” A grin tugged at his lips. “And I’m glad I did.” With a grimace of pain, he rubbed his injured hip.
“Oh forgive me, I had forgotten.” She kissed the skin around that newest scar and gently blew on it.
“I think you’ll have to work for the both of us for a while.” He looked as though he was fighting a grin.
“We’ll be happy here,” Charlotte said after a while. Realizing she had spoken aloud, she lay back down and smiled. “My folk love you.”
He sobered, shrugged noncommittally. “I don’t know if they love me, but I guess I can be useful to them.”
Charlotte chuckled. Oh yes, he would be. “I have already had requests for your skills. First, there’s the distillery of course, then there’s the farrier’s shop to fix. Something to do with his roof, I think. After that, I was told there’s a new church to be erected in a parish a couple of leagues south. Surely they’ll want a master artisan to help them.”
As she listed all the tasks awaiting him, Gautier’s smile broadened until a belly laugh shook him. Tears welled his eyes.
She had never heard him laugh and sat in wonder. “How dare you keep this from me? I’m your wife.”
He sobered, clearly not getting the point.
“That laugh. Don’t ever keep it to yourself again. I mean it,” she retorted, pinching him on the belly.
“I’ll be busy, won’t I?”
She nodded. “Oh and there’s all sorts of marital woes, like keeping me satisfied and catering to my every wicked desire.”
A lustful light danced in the blue orbs. “After I’ve healed, I think I’ll manage that to your expectations.”
Charlotte shivered in anticipation when he leaned in to her and kissed her shoulder.
She had no doubt he would.
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