She swallowed and nodded, the blush on her face telling him her answer.
“Then, I would strip you of all your clothes.” He shifted himself and she could see he was aroused. For the life of her she could not lift her eyes from the thick rod that pushed against his britches. “Do you know what I would do then?”
She shook her head, unable to speak a word.
“I would take my mouth and lick you. I would like to taste you. I would explore you with my fingers, with my tongue, I would discover where you like to be touched, where you liked to be teased and tasted.”
“And I,” her voice was faint. “What would I do?”
He smiled. “Not lie quietly, that much I am sure.” He took a blade of grass and stroked it up her neck. She grabbed it and drew it into her mouth, sucking the grassy liquid from the blade.
“Then what?”
He gazed distractedly at her lips sucking at the blade of grass, before speaking again.
“Then, you would lay there, the air quickening from your open lips, your quim, wet and ready for me. And you would lie back and open your legs for me.”
“What if I did not?”
“I would push them open.”
“What if my arms held your arms tight so they could not push them open?”
“Then, I would take the long train of silk from your hood and wrap it around those beautiful wrists and tie them tight so you were held for my pleasure.”
“Held? But I would not like to be held.” She frowned for a minute but her curiosity won out. She looked up at him and held his gaze with dark, dark aroused eyes. “And then?”
“I would feel your sex, stroke it with my finger, watch you move, watch you wriggle against me, watch you wanting more. Then,” he shrugged, “I would know you are ready for me and I would plunge my cock into you and you would receive me. It may feel tight to begin with, but, after? Nicely tight.”
“But…” she stayed her hand on his. “Would you not roll me over first?”
“Ah, your knowledge is surely limited. But, yes, I could roll you over and take you from behind. Some women like it thus. But I would like to watch you. You have a face that shows exactly what you are thinking. As it does now.”
“And what is it that I’m thinking now.”
“That your curiosity is vying with your need for control. You want me, but you’re scared about the strength of your body’s hunger.”
She looked away quickly. “Maybe…”
“But there is no need to be scared. You will be too busy enjoying the movement of my cock inside you.”
She gulped and clutched him. “Stop, Saher.”
“Why? There is nothing to be afraid of, nothing to be scared about. You know it truly. Your body knows it. You’re wet now, aren’t you?”
She nodded, reluctantly.
“And you will be even wetter, even more ready for me, I’ll make sure of that. And… after that, there will be nothing but pleasure.”
She drew in a deep, shuddering breath. She knew of what pleasure he spoke. He’d nearly brought her to its height with just a few kisses.
He took her hand. “You must trust me, Rowena. The circumstances of our meeting leaves much to be desired but, for better or for worse we are to be together. And I’m thinking it will be much for the better.”
“For whom?”
“For both of us, if you’d let it, if you’d trust me.”
She bit her lip, uncertainly. “Trust you? ’Tis a lot to ask.”
“Not of a husband, it isn’t. And I am yours, whether you desired it or not. You must trust me with yourself, your body, your mind, your future. I would know all about you. I want to know everything about you, I need to know the truth of you. There’s been enough deceit in my life to recognize it, and to hate it for such.”
Deceit. The word that so aptly described what she was about to do, damped down the ardor that his touch had ignited. She looked up at the now sunless sky behind the tower. “The light, ’tis fading. People will be wondering where we are.”
He rose, picked up her hood and brought it over her hair, still mussed and sprinkled with grass and flowers. He carefully tucked her hair under her hood. “My wild lady. I might be marrying you, but I still want you wild. I might tie your hands at night when we are alone, but I would not have you tamed for the world.”
She smoothed her hair and fixed her hood. “And I would not be tamed, my lord. I cannot be. I would die.” She glanced up at the jagged-edged tower that dominated the skyline. “’Tis getting late, sir. We should return.”
He followed her gaze to the tower. “What place is that?”