But… if she couldn’t use her hands, she had the rest of her body. She raised her leg until the inside of her calf gently slid along the length of where she wanted to touch. It was silky smooth. He raised his head from her and growled. “Lady, I won’t be going slow if you keep that up.” His hands replaced his mouth on her breasts, leaving her hips free from constraint.
A flare of devilment ignited in her. She grinned and lifted her hips, angling them until she could feel the tip of his thick shaft, glistening with a pearl-like drop on its end, connecting with her wet quim. She quivered with anticipation. He closed his eyes, his expression tense with restraint, as she pulled him against her, moving and spreading that pearl drop against her, shifting it until it rubbed against that nub that still held tight and needy. She could feel the shivers of excitement begin to course through her body but before she could do anything further, he growled, lifted her legs and slid his length slowly into her waiting body. She cried out in surprise as she pulled him into her, her hands fisting within their restraints as her body struggled to accustom itself to his size. But he held himself there and kissed her and her body relaxed around the heft and length of him, centring her.
He pulled away from the kiss and their eyes met in the steady amber light of the candles and she saw, for the first time, a tenderness in his eyes that she’d sensed, but never seen before.
Then suddenly he shifted slightly and the exquisite friction inside and against her caused her eyes to open wide and a soft sigh to expel the tension. Slowly he pulled out of her. There was no friction now, only a slick warmth as he pushed back inside. The look of both tension and pleasure combined on his face gave her more confidence, and she shifted slightly and gasped as sensation—pure and vivid—coursed through her body.
She felt the tug of the silk against her skin and she arched her body up toward him. Slowly, with each sign she gave him, each gasp, each wriggle of her hips against his, his rhythm quickened and the sensations increased, tumbling, tightening until she raised her hips in abandon as he tensed, gasped and pumped his seed into the very heart of her. It was all she needed, this thought of the intense intimacy of the act, to allow her body to plunge headlong into the oblivion of bliss, fluttering and pulling around his cock, as if to massage every creamy drop from him.
Carefully he pulled himself out and rolled onto his back, loosening the silk and pulling her into his arms as he went.
They lay silent, one of his hands stroking her hair, the other her breast, as their breathing slowly returned to normal.
“I liked that.” She pushed herself up to look at him, unable to prevent a grin. “Is it always like that?”
“Only with me.” His grin widened. “But are you not sore?”
“I’m sore.” Tentatively she reached down to herself. “And sticky.” She touched herself and her legs gave an involuntary jump as her fingers discovered just how sensitive she still was.
She lifted her eyes to see him watching her, touching herself.
“Do you touch yourself there often?”
She bit her lip and nodded.
He lifted his head back and roared with laughter. “You, Lady Rowena, wife of mine, my love, hold surprises. I would watch you touch yourself. See what you do.”
“Only…” she rolled back with assumed nonchalance. “Only if I can tie your hands this time.”
He reached out for her and drew her on top of him. “You ask too much wench. I will do many things for you, I can see, but I will always be in control, no matter what your demands.”
Saher didn’t know what made Rowena roll away from him and withdraw her gaze from his, for the first time since they’d entered the chamber.
She stood up and pulled on her robe. “So you will be away tomorrow for Norwich?”
“You wish me gone so soon, my lady?”
She shrugged as she pulled it tight around her and stoked the brazier, releasing a burst of heat. Where was the wanton intimacy of only moments before? He stood up and went to her. He had to know. He turned her and kissed her thoroughly and felt her respond with a heat and growing desire that reassured him. But as soon as he pulled away he saw the veil of distance once more fall over her eyes. He had her physically, but her eyes told him there was a breach between them he had yet to mend.
“’Tis just that you said you had pressing business and…”
“And you wish me away. I wonder why?”
She looked at him sharply but didn’t respond.
“What are you hiding from me, Rowena? I’ve had enough deceit played upon me all my life to not want it in my home. I need honesty. Can you give it to me?”