The heat of his palms mixed with the smell of the lotion helped her relax. He massaged slowly, taking his time rubbing the lotion in and massaging each muscle as he moved up past her knee. He hesitated when he got above her kneecap and she smiled and lifted her skirt a bit higher. He gulped and continued his massage. The moment his fingers trailed her inner thigh, Maggie jerked. She watched the muscles of his arms contract, and his lips and eyes as he watched his own hands rove over her ravaged skin. She wanted him. She laid her hands on top of his fingers and he looked up at her.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No, not at all, it was nice.”
“Nice,” he echoed.
She licked her lips as she gazed into those sapphire blue eyes. The awareness of his hand on her thigh, her fingers on his, was too much. She leaned forward and pressed her lips softly against his. She then pulled back an inch to look into his eyes again but they were closed. The look on his face suggested agony or ecstasy, a very fine line. He didn’t pull away so that was answer enough for her.
She leaned forward again and pressed her lips to his, harder this time. Her hands came up, one touching the side of his face, the other moving across his skin to wrap around the back of his neck. He moaned into her mouth and that shot a rocket through her body. She was already so wet and all they were doing was kissing.
She slid her tongue out across the seam of his lips and he opened them instantly, allowing her access. They intertwined tongues; he tasted spicy and sweet all at the same time, a mix of dinner, dessert, and something that was all him. She sighed at his taste, it was perfect. He wound his arms around her waist and stood up, lifting her off the chair, still deep in the kiss. She gently pulled back from his lips and looked into his eyes. They were glazed and she could see he wanted her as much as she wanted him.
She smiled.
He smiled.
She kissed him one more time and slid down his body until her feet were firmly on the ground again. She looked up into his face as she untied the wrap sweater at her waist. He watched her raptly as she pulled the bow and the fabric parted. She shrugged it off and let it fall to the floor.
He traced the lines of her tattoo with his eyes. The coils of the dragon on her shoulder and upper arm added vibrant color to the pale palette of her skin. She reached for the buttons on the front of her dress, still watching his face. He looked so good gazing at her in wonder, as if she was the greatest gift in the world. She undid each button slowly, eyes locked on his face as he watched each button slide through each loop. When she was done she parted the fabric and swallowed. Doubt crept through her mind. Would he like what he saw? She had a bit too much hip; she was soft in the middle from not being able to work out, let alone the scars that came up her side to the dip in her waist.
He moved forward and slid the dress off her shoulders. It fell to the floor with a gentle puff. His hands rested on her shoulders. He lifted one off and tilted her chin up so she could meet his eyes.
“You are so beautiful and I want ye,” he said, his voice deep and throaty. Just the sound of it thrummed nerves Maggie had forgotten about. She sighed, decided she was all in or nothing and grabbed the hem of his t-shirt. He moved his hands and took the material from her. He lifted it over his head in a smooth motion and dropped it on the ground by her dress. She swallowed—his chest was amazing, he had hollows and ridges where every man should. He was scarred on his arms and chest from all the battles he had fought, but she still thought he looked beautiful and sexy as hell.
“I think you’re beautiful too,” she whispered, reaching up to run her fingers over what must have been a bullet wound on his shoulder. She trailed her fingers down his chest, then stomach, until they reached the top of his jeans. She waited a second in case he would protest before she undid the button and slid down the zipper. She could feel the heat of his erection through his pants and it made her even wetter.
He removed his pants and stood before her completely naked. She gazed at him, miles of bare skin waiting to be explored, savored, and enjoyed. She wanted him so bad her knees started to shake.
He reached out and cupped her face, drawing her up as he bent down for a kiss. Her lips frantically met his. The heat coursed through her body, pooling at her center. She grabbed the back of his neck to press harder against the hard lines of his.
He bit her lip and then sucked it into his mouth as he lifted her off the ground again. She wrapped her legs around his hips and ground her wet heat against his belly. She needed him inside of her. He broke off the kiss and moved them closer to the table. It was old but it was sturdy. He set her down gently on the table, the cold wood making her jump as her skin made contact. He looked down at her and then reached around and undid the clasp of her bra.
Chapter Eighteen
Arthur could barely breathe. He hadn’t seen a pair of breasts in a very long time and these were perfect. He lifted his hand and cupped one; it was heavy in his palm and her nipple pebbled as he ran his thumb across it. He needed to feel her heat around his cock but he didn’t want to rush her. He kissed her lips again before sliding his hand down the softness of her belly to her sex. He cupped it gently and she pushed out a harsh breath but didn’t stop him. He threaded a finger through her folds and found her center, she was wet for him already, but he wanted this to be perfect for her. He slid his fingers through her wetness and then back up to her sensitive clit. She spread her legs wider and threw her head back when he circled it once. Her hair fell down around her hands on the table in a curtain. She looked like Venus, a goddess, beautiful and powerful. She could ask for the world at this moment and he would have found a way to give it to her.
He circled her clit again softly and she let out a moan. He was going to enjoy finding out what other noises he could entice from her. She clutched his arm in a vice grip.
“Stop or you will make me come already.” Her words sent a jolt through his body; just the thought of her coming all over his hand almost had him spilling his seed right there. He cleared his throat.
“Then do it,” he said, bending down to kiss her lips. They were soft and plump from her teeth scraping them as she writhed against his hand.
She moved his hand away from her skin.
“No, I want to come with you inside of me.” Her words sent another heat wave through his body.
“There are condoms in that drawer over there.” She pointed to her bedside table. He just looked at her blankly. He knew the basic concept but he had never used one or seen one, only read about them in the occasional romance book that ended up on his side. She giggled softly and hopped down off the table, trailing her fingers across his abdomen as she passed him.
She pulled out a small blue square package and brought it over to him. He took it from her and looked at it. It looked...odd, and like it would be uncomfortable.
“You sure about this?” he asked, looking from the scrap of plastic to her.
She laughed and nodded, taking it from him. She ripped it open and grabbed his erection with her other hand. He hissed out a breath as she ran her hand back and forth across his penis. She took the condom and gently placed it at the head and then rolled it down his length. He groaned at the sensation of being touched, of her touching him. Once it was rolled down to his base he looked at it. It constricted; the urge to orgasm receded slightly. What an odd device. If it got him inside of her though, he would happily wear anything she wanted him to.
He looked back at her. She had slid her panties down her body and they pooled at her feet. She grabbed his arm for balance and slid them off, kicking them away. He looked at her feet and moved his eyes up her body. He got harder, if such a thing were possible. He moved toward her and cupped her waist in his hands, then picked her up and sat her on the table.
He let his gaze roam over her skin and then his hands followed. He leaned down and captured a nipple with his mouth. She threw her head back and held on to his neck, her nails digging into his skin. He pulled away and stood up, his erectio
n even with the center of her belly. She looked down at it and smiled and he was lost to her. Completely.
Sadly the table wasn’t high enough; he wanted to lay her back and take her there, but there was no way the angles would work. He picked her up and she yelped in surprise. He carried her to the kitchen and sat her on the counter, but the chill of the granite made her jump in his arms.
“Sorry.”
“It’s fine.”
He laid her back across the counter, her core at the perfect level. He stood on his toes and slowly slid the head of himself inside her. She clutched the arm holding on to the counter in a vice grip. She was so tight around him and he moved slowly—he didn’t want to cause her any pain. Once he was inside her to the hilt he just stayed there, looking down at where their bodies joined. He was so close to coming already, he dared not move yet.
She wiggled against him and he could no longer stay still. He pulled out, the moisture of her on the condom glistening, and surged back inside of her. She groaned.
“Does it feel okay?” he heard himself ask. He drifted, half in the moment, his brain only comprehending the pressure of her body holding tight around him.
“Yes. Don’t stop,” she panted and he put his hands under her butt to lift her to a different angle. She wrapped her legs around his waist and held on tight; he moved her hips with his hands, sliding himself in and out of her. The pressure built hard at the head of his shaft but he wanted her to finish before he did. He filled her to the hilt and moved his hands up to her waist. He lifted her off the counter, completely embedded. She tightened her thighs around him and wound her arms around his neck. He turned abruptly and pressed her against the wall at the end of the kitchen. He surged his hips back and thrust again.
“I’m close,” she whispered, her nails digging into his skin. He surged back again, her wet heat clinging to him like a glove. He was so close he wasn’t sure he could hold out. He bent his knees slightly to get the upward angle. When she tipped over the edge it was like nothing he’d ever experienced. She clutched his back and breathed out loudly. He held her against his body and surged forward, burying his body into hers over and over, fast and hard. She let out tiny sighs each time he thrust and he could feel her pussy clenching tight around him, squeezing and releasing. He surged forward one more time and went over the edge himself.
He pushed into her hard and pinned her against the wall, his body spilling his seed. He groaned at the sensation, feeling the heat of her body wrapped around his, still squeezing him. They stayed like that for a long time, completely wrapped around each other and pressed against the kitchen wall, breathing heavily, enjoying the sensation of being joined with someone else.
Chapter Nineteen
Maggie stretched her sore muscles as the water cascaded down her body—nothing like great sex and a hot shower to soothe the long-dormant muscles. She smiled as her hand ran over a small bruise on her thigh. For a moment she wondered how she got it and then it flooded back. His hands running down her skin, the press of his body against hers. It may have been a super long time for him but he had not lost the edge, or the ability.
She heard the bathroom door open and she peaked out the curtain. Speak of the devil. He came into her bathroom like he owned the place, hair sticking up from sleeping and stubble on his chin. She remembered the scratch of it against her face last night. She smiled.
“What are you grinning at?” he asked, starting to get undressed to join her.
She had totally forgotten she was still staring at him. She shook herself and retreated behind the curtain.
He climbed into the shower and instantly made it feel a lot smaller than it actually was. Thank goodness her mother had loved her showers and had upgraded the size of the tub and walls. They locked eyes as he moved around, sliding against her wet body to get under the spray. He ran his hands over his hair and tilted his head back. She just watched. He was magnificent, all lines, curves, hollows, and dips, truly something beautiful to see. She had traced that body with tongue and teeth just last night, the memory causing heat to flood her face. She looked back up to his eyes and he was staring at her.
“I know why you are grinning,” he said, then reached out and pulled her body in close. The water cascading between them got trapped in the hollows. She wrapped her arms around his waist and held on to him as she tilted her head back for a kiss. She had never kissed a man in the shower; hell, she’d never had a man in the shower with her. She had sorely missed out. He tasted like a wet version of him. It was erotic with the water falling between them, their lips wet as they slid together.
He reached up and cupped one of her breasts, causing the water that was trapped by their arms to splash loudly to the tub. She moaned into his kiss as he ran his thumb over her pebbled nipple. She was sensitive and aware of her body this morning in a way she had never been. All the places he could touch and ignite flashed through her mind. For once in her life she was not concerned by what he saw when he looked at her; she reveled in his touch and the already growing evidence of what she did to him in return.
She reached between them and cupped him in her palm; he was heavy and hard. She broke away from his kiss and grabbed his arm with her hand to steady herself as she carefully got on her knees before him. She wrapped her hands around to grab his ass; it was amazing, even better when naked and wet. Plus, she had to take advantage of the great angle. When she was done satisfying her obsession with his butt, at least for the moment, she gently grabbed his erection and brought her lips to its head. She opened her mouth and slid the tip in. She took it soft, teasing, enticing, and waiting to see what moves made certain reactions. She heard the slap of his wet hand on the wall above her as he steadied himself. She took him deep, wringing a cry of amazement from him.
“I did not even know, I never even thought...” His words broke off, his voice husky. She was surprised at the amazement he showed for something so normal for a sexual relationship in the twenty-first century. She continued to lathe him with her tongue until he started to pant and then pulled her up.
“That was amazing but I want to be inside you when I spill my seed,” he said, his voice still husky as he took her lips. He slid his hands around her waist, sliding wet skin against wet skin. She reached around him to cup his ass as they kissed; it filled her hands and it made her feel a tad bit possessive. It had to be a sin to have an ass that nice. She slid her tongue into his mouth and tasted him, sighing in contentment as she melted into his body. He clutched her tighter, taking some of her weight in his arms as their lips danced. They broke apart and breathed each other’s air as they steadied their heartbeats.
Maggie ran her hands through his hair, causing water to fan out as her fingers slid across his head. She stared up into his eyes, the depths holding so much emotion, so much passion. She started to feel light-headed.
“Let’s get out of here. I am feeling light-headed,” she said, sliding her hand down his neck and then to his back. He reached down and shut off the water before stepping out of the bathtub. His erection bounced enticingly as he moved, and she had to watch, how could she not? He reached for a towel, gently wrapped it around her body, and then lifted her out. It was a heady feeling, having someone care for her so gently. It was definitely something new, but that was her own fault. She’d never let anyone get that close before.
She stopped that train of thought; she needed to enjoy what she had at this moment and not over think it. This was a dream come true and she needed to savor this, to actually feel something for the first time in a long time.
He sat her down on her bed and unwrapped the towel from her body. She fought the urge to cover herself from his eyes and the light of day. She sat still, looking at her legs, before he gently lifted her chin with his fingers. She stared up into his eyes, trying not to linger on the magnificent specimen of manhood almost at eye level. He smiled down at her and she melted at the sight of his cute little dimple. He leaned down and kissed her lips, still angling her chin with h
is hand. He pulled back and then gently pushed on her shoulders so she was lying flat on the bed. She stared up at him, swallowing, wondering what he was planning.
She watched him sink to his knees in front of her slowly and she almost twisted off the bed in anticipation. He slid his palms across her thighs and then he dipped his head down and ran his lips right above her clit. She gasped at the slight pressure of his kiss. She lifted her head and looked down at him; he was sitting back on his knees smiling at her, and then he leaned forward again. This time he used his tongue, his fingers, and his lips to drive her to the brink of pleasure. He stopped just before she was about to tumble into the abyss. She came down slowly, her body still trembling with anticipation; she realized she had tangled her hands in the blanket, holding on.
“How was that?” he asked as he stood up.
“You’re a quick learner,” she breathed softly. He chuckled before he lifted her hips and scooted her back to the center of the bed. He climbed up and stayed on his knees between her parted legs. She looked up his body, looking for a sign of what he might do next. He reached around his leg and lifted her foot into his palm. He ran his fingers over the arch and then bent his head to kiss her instep gently.
“Every bit of you is so beautiful, Maggie,” he whispered. He put her foot down on the bed and she bent her knees as he climbed between her legs. He quickly donned a condom then he held his weight on his arms above her and his erection slid through her wet center. She looked up at him in awe; he was so beautiful to look at. She had dreamed of this man since she was a little girl; he had always been in her dreams. In armor, on horses, and with his knights. Here, he was fantasy made flesh.
He bent his head and kissed her as she wrapped her arms around his waist. He slid into her slowly, inch by inch, until he was seated fully inside of her. She sighed and took his weight against her hips. He moaned when she arched her hips off the bed, pulling him deeper. He pulled out of her slowly and she arched up to meet him in the middle; they gently met each other and slid away. She clutched at the muscles of his back at each thrust and soon came close to the edge again. She dropped her hips to the bed and let him take control. He started moving faster and harder against her as his own orgasm started to build. On the next thrust his cock rubbed across her clit in just the right way to send fireworks through her body, and she hurdled into ecstasy. Breath coming in pants, she just held on to him as she came, and soon he followed her. Afterward they lay in each other’s arms, sated and spent.
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