by ammyford1
“So beautiful,” he said, his mouth hot through the lace of my bra. The heat of arousal was now throbbing in every fibre of my being and I wondered if I might expire from the sheer pleasure of it. My hands traced the hard line of muscles from his neck and down over his shoulders, he was the embodiment of male perfection and I arched my body into his shamelessly.
He paused from his devoted attention. “Oh God Sophie,” he said suddenly, “I haven’t got any protection with me. Have you?”
“I…no,” I replied, comforted that he hadn’t thought I was a sure thing but at the same time thinking I might go mad if we stopped now.
“We’ll just have to improvise,” I said suggestively. So bold! But this was how he made me feel when we kissed, wanton and unrestrained. Any remaining hang ups I had about not being like the Ramian women he was used to, went out the window as he resumed his reverent worship of my breasts.
“Not…” he began to say as he started to trail wet kisses over my chest and up my throat, “being able…” He licked and nipped the side of my neck. I tilted my head to one side my breath coming in uneven gasps. I could feel my most intimate parts beginning to throb impatiently, “…to bury myself,” his mouth moved up the side of my neck, his voice sounding distinctly breathless, “…in you,” his licks, nips and kisses continued their trail along my jawline, “…is going to,” I turned my face my lips hungrily seeking his, “…drive me to,” and just before his mouth crushed down on mine he finally managed to finish his sentence “…insanity.”
“Then I’ll go there with you,” I said breathily, briefly pulling away so I could reach the waistband of his jeans to undo his belt. I undid the buckle but struggled to undo the buttons of his fly, his arousal was straining forcibly against it. He helped with the buttons and pushed his jeans down over his hips. He pulled his boots and socks off and finally rid himself of his jeans. The sight of him big and bold in his form hugging boxers made the ache between my legs begin to throb painfully.
“Take your jeans off,” he insisted.
I obediently did as he said. If he had told me to take a running leap off the nearest cliff, I would have flung myself off the edge with reckless abandon.
He gently lowered me down until I was lying on my back and he knelt over me. His eyes were hot and hungry as his gaze slowly ran down my body. “Sophie, you are so beautiful, how am I ever going to be able to keep my hands off you now?” He ran a hand down over my breast and splayed his fingers out over my stomach. He was touching me like I was some precious work of art to be admired and savoured. “The way you look now will stay with me forever.”
I basked in his appreciation.
He straddled me and dipped his head to begin a luscious assault on my mouth. I ran my hands over the smooth skin of his back as he lowered himself onto me and then down further as I reached underneath his boxers and made contact with the hard muscles of his backside, the hot, hard, length of him, pressing into the top of my thigh. I grasped his rear and pulled him to me.
“Ah, Sophie, that’s more than I can bear.” His voice sounded pained and he pulled himself away. His lips began to burn a trail back down my neck. He pulled my bra straps off each shoulder as his mouth continued its devastating descent. A deep groan came from his chest as his tongue made contact with my left nipple. I arched my back forcing it further into his mouth. Just his gentle sucking nearly sent me over the edge.
Desperate to feel him in my hands, I pushed his boxers down. I gently held him, my fingertips not quite touching as they encircled him. His mouth momentarily stilled on my breast and I felt his exhalation on my skin. He said something in Ramian. What it was? I had no idea, but the way he said it spurred me on and so I began to run my hand up and down. He rocked his hips harmoniously with the movement of my hand. For a few delicious moments I pleasured him with tantalising strokes before he stilled and withdrew himself from my grip.
“I’m going to come before you if you continue like that,” he warned, his voice strained.
He slipped his hand into my panties. It was like he had lit the touch paper that would cause the not so slow burn to my climax. I wriggled out of my underwear. His lips found mine. Our breath was coming hard and fast mingling in our mouths as our hands roamed over each other’s bodies.
He throbbed impatiently in my palm. Knowing he was so close caused the exquisite tension that had been building within me to reach the point where it was ready to explode. My hand echoed the luxuriant strokes he was pleasuring me with and I tried to hold back so that we would reach that blissful moment together but I couldn’t hold off any longer, my flesh was so sensitised to his touch that I cascaded around him, my breath leaving my body in an intense rush as wave after wave crashed through me. My hand stilled as I became lost in my release and he thrust urgently against my grip spilling himself in response and groaning out his own pleasure.
Chapter 16
I’m not sure how long we lay side by side, not speaking, just languishing in the delicious aftermath. I wondered how it could possibly feel any better. None of my previous sexual experiences even came close.
We lay there until our breathing had evened out. Eventually, Ahran got up and I wondered where he was going until he returned with some tissue. I was touched by his attentiveness.
“Are you getting cold?” he asked.
“Yes, a little now.”
He reached down and pulled the sheet and blankets over us both as he climbed back in. I welcomed the return of his warmth as I daringly slid my leg between his. He leant up on one elbow and kissed my nose. By the glow of the log burner, I could just about make out his beautiful features; his strong brow and gorgeous eyes, the straight masculine nose and those devastating lips. I didn’t know what to say, all the things I wanted to say just sounded trite in my head. His jaw was stubbly and I could still feel the tingle of his mouth on my body. I gazed at him in the subdued light, and marvelled at how it was even possible that I was here lying with him.
“You need to get some sleep,” he said softly as he stroked the side of my cheek with the back of his hand.
I nodded, not quite trusting my voice. Whether it was the emotion I felt from what we had just done or whether it was the feelings I had hitherto dammed up finally breaking free, I wasn’t sure, but I was scared to go to sleep in case I woke up in the morning to find the spell had broken.
He pulled me towards him so that I was in the crook of his arm. It felt the most perfect place to be.
“You never cease to surprise and amaze me,” he said, his voice quietly rumbling through his chest.
“In a good way?” I asked.
He chuckled. “Yes, in a good way.”
He was stroking my hair and for now I was content as I watched the dying embers of the fire. Whatever happened in the morning, I would deal with it. Such brave thoughts.
*****
Behind my closed eyelids I could tell the morning light was streaming through the windows of the hut. I was lying on my side and Ahran’s body was moulded to mine, his breath warm on the back of my neck as he slept. His arm was draped over my waist and I welcomed the weight of it. I was worried that if I moved or even opened my eyes the languid contentment I felt would disappear. I lay there thinking about what we had done and waited for guilt to rear its ugly head, but it didn’t even show a whisker. How could I feel guilty when what we had done had felt so right? We were drawn to one another like iron filings to a magnet and I knew I would be lying if I said I wasn’t falling for him.
It was a bittersweet relief to admit it. I had tried to prevent it from happening but I had lost the increasingly futile battle. Did he feel the same? Or was I just a warm body substitute for Talina? There was a heavy, uncomfortable sensation in my chest. I had allowed myself to get in too deep. So much for getting him out of my system. What we had shared last night had only served to make me fall even further. How did Bennie manage to have her fun and walk away unscathed? When it came to Ahran it was becoming clear that I would s
truggle to take even one step away from him.
Did he still feel the same about me in the cold light of day? His kisses and touch had been so tender and it had been my name he had whispered, it was hard to believe that he had wished he was here with anyone else but me.
So many insecurities.
It was difficult not to feel them knowing my fragile heart was now at his mercy. The realisation made me feel exposed and vulnerable. If I looked at his face maybe I would find the answers I was looking for. I gently turned over trying not to wake him. As I moved, his arm tightened around my waist preventing me from moving any further.
“Sophie, are you okay?” he asked sleepily.
“Yes, I’m fine but I’ve got to move, I’ve been lying in one position for too long.” If I could just look into his eyes.
He relaxed his arm and I rolled over. He raised his eyelids half-mast.
“Morning.” His voice was husky with sleep. I rested my head on my hand so that I could look at him more easily.
“Morning.” I was taken aback by the tenderness of his expression and the contented smile on his lips. They had to be good signs.
“You look pleased with yourself,” I observed.
“I am,” he replied. “I have just spent the night with the most beautiful woman I have ever had the good fortune to lay my eyes and hands on.”
Better. Although I seriously doubted how that could be true.
“Oh really?” I said, feeling buoyed.
“Yes really.” My heart hummed its own little merry tune.
“And I may just have to do this.”
He propped himself up on his elbow and his eyes closed as he gently kissed my lips. The memory of his kisses from last night came flooding back.
“Mmm, just as good as I remembered,” he said distractedly.
“You don’t regret what we did last night?” I had to ask.
He began to plant little kisses across my jawline. “Not one bit,” he replied between kisses.
He pulled away. “Do you?” he said, his eyes searching mine.
“No,” I said simply. “But what about Talina?” I don’t know why I had to raise this now and spoil the moment but I needed his reassurance.
“Talina is the last person on my mind,” he replied.
“But you cheated on her last night.” I sat up and pulled the sheet over my nakedness.
“Sophie, can’t you see?” he said patiently. “My relationship with Talina is over. Meeting you only confirmed that.”
“It’s over? Does she know that?” I couldn’t quite believe what I was hearing.
“She has a fair idea.”
“When did you tell her?” I asked incredulously.
“When she came to the palace just before we left. I told her that when I got back we needed to talk.”
“And she was happy to leave it like that?” I couldn’t imagine I would have let him go so easily.
“No, she was pretty pissed but she can’t have been surprised. Things haven’t exactly been going well between us recently.”
“But you are engaged to be married?”
“We’ve known each other since we were children and I thought I would grow to love her in time, but I began to realise that I could never love her and that it would be wrong to carry on and let her think otherwise.”
“But she was all over you when we were at the palace?” I was struggling to take any of this in.
“She knew things weren’t right between us but was having a hard time accepting it.”
“Does anyone else know? Oh my God! Do your parents know?” The questions kept coming as the impact of what he was saying sunk in.
“I have talked to my mother about it.”
“And what did she say?”
“She suspected something had been wrong for a while.”
“And your father?”
“He doesn’t know anything about it yet.”
“How will he take you breaking off your engagement?”
“Like he does everything else, he’ll lose his temper and tell me how much I’m letting my family down,” he said dismissively.
“I’m sorry.” I felt I was to blame.
“You have no need to apologise, if anything, I have you to thank. Talina and I would never have been happy, we want completely different things out of life.”
I was unable to comprehend what implications this might have for me.
“Do you think your father will come round?”
I couldn’t help thinking that I could potentially be the reason Ahran would never make amends with his father.
“Let’s not talk about this now,” he said, shutting me out.
I knew that by his response he wasn’t completely unaffected by the thought of how his father might react. I leant forward and kissed him. I wanted to offer him my support but didn’t quite know how to verbalise it without it sounding like a cliché. I had unwittingly been the catalyst for Ahran’s decision and whilst it thrilled me and sent my head into a spin, it didn’t guarantee anything. In spite of this, I wanted to be there for him, be someone he could lean on and share his troubles with, but judging by his reaction to the subject of his father, we were some way off of this.
He kissed me back and pulled me into his arms. I put my arms around him and lay my head on his chest. I listened to the slow, steady beat of his heart.
My mind was whirring with all this new information. Ahran, for all intents and purposes was no longer engaged, a free agent and he had just admitted that after meeting me he knew he didn’t want to be with Talina. Suddenly, a relationship with him didn’t seem quite so impossible and for the first time I felt that maybe, just maybe we had a chance of being together.
Ahran kissed my forehead.
“Even though I would like to spend the morning getting to know each other a little better,” he said, his words heavily laden with innuendo, “it’s getting late and we need to move on.”
“What time is it?” I asked
“It’s time the shepherd is likely to be doing his daily check on his sheep.”
“Really?!” I said, scrambling out of bed in a panic. I couldn’t face the embarrassment of someone finding us here like this.
I picked my clothes up off the floor and hurriedly put on my panties and jeans but couldn’t find my bra. I realised Ahran hadn’t moved.
“Aren’t you going to get dressed?” I asked, looking over at him.
“Just admiring the view,” he said, my bra casually hooked over his finger.
I snatched it off him and turned around feeling a flush of embarrassment as I put it on. I wasn’t entirely comfortable standing half naked in front of him in broad daylight.
He laughed a deep rumbling laugh. It was a sound I hadn’t heard nearly enough of.
I turned around just in time to see him getting out of bed. I tried not to stare at his magnificent body. Sensing his eyes on me, I made a fumbling effort at putting my t-shirt and sweater back on.
“Now that is a real shame,” he said as he pulled his jeans up over his hips.
“What?” I asked feeling a little more comfortable now that I was dressed.
“Covering up that delectable body.”
He stood behind me and encased me in his arms before kissing my neck. I leant back into him. If I didn’t pull away now, I doubted whether either of us would be able to show the restraint we had exercised last night, especially now we both knew the promise of what our bodies were capable of together. It had been mind-blowing and I was seriously beginning to doubt whether I would be able to cope with sex with Ahran without dissolving into an ecstatic mess. He had become like a drug to me and now that I’d had a taste of him weaning myself off was going to take my own superhuman effort. I doubted whether my poor, ordinary self was up to it.
I stepped away from his kisses in an attempt to demonstrate to myself that I did still have some willpower left.
“Ah Sophie, you are killing me,” he said with a pained expression on his face
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I laughed and fought the desperate urge to throw myself into his arms. I started to search through the cupboards to distract myself. “Is it likely that I might find a toothbrush anywhere?” I asked crouching down and looking into the cupboard. Other than a couple of plates and some dusty glasses there didn’t appear to be anything else in there.
“I doubt it,” Ahran said, confirming my suspicions. He reached into his jean pocket and for a moment I thought he was about to miraculously produce a toothbrush. “This is the best I can do,” he said, offering me a piece of chewing gum and by the look on his face seemed genuinely upset that he couldn’t offer me what I had asked for.
“Thanks,” I said and popped it in my mouth, pleased that if he kissed me again, my mouth would be a little more minty fresh.
He finished dressing. I folded up the bed clothes and put them back in the box. I tried to put everything back as it was. “Whoever uses this place is going to know someone has been here,” I said, feeling a smidgen of guilt.
“Maybe, but after last night I don’t regret us stumbling across it, do you?” he said with a sinful look in his eyes.
Do I regret spending the night here with Ahran and all but making love with him? Not one bit and whilst I had no idea where we would go from here, I would relive those precious moments for as long as I lived.
He made the three strides to where I was standing and took my face in his hands. His lips found mine. I went up onto tiptoe and arched into his body. The attraction we felt for one another was hard to resist now that we had crossed the line into the realm of lovers.
Suddenly there was a clatter outside. The noise brought us to an abrupt halt and we pulled apart.
“What was that?” I said, my heart hammering in my chest and not just because I was worried that someone might have found us out.
Ahran picked up one of the laser guns lying on the floor by the bed and grabbed hold of my hand, pulling me behind him. I was reminded that we were still very much in danger and complacency could get us killed. He threw open the door and aimed the gun outside.
