He opened his belt and the warm cloak fell to the floor. They followed it down together, their bodies entwined.
Shyly she whispered in his ear and he laughed deeply. “Oh yes, we can do what they are doing, my little kitten. Turn around and put your knees astride my shoulders.”
* * * *
On the other side of the wall she could hear Sybilia and Thierry moaning and whimpering. Her own arousal multiplied at the sounds of their excitement and when Guy’s tongue stabbed at her anus she too cried out with a low moan. He held her buttocks apart and she felt the air cooling her sex, but he did not use his mouth on her again. He was studying her closely, probably watching her pussy blossom and blush. Ecstasy thudding through her, picturing his hungry blue gaze fixed upon her most intimate parts, she lowered over his stiff prick and took it into her throat. She suckled him devotedly, putting all her unspoken longing into the gesture, stroking his pubic hair, lightly squeezing his balls. He shifted under her, hips lifting, knees bent and feet spread wide. She heard his gasps of pleasure and felt his fingers digging into her bottom, but still he didn’t use his mouth on her sex, leaving it to get wet without him.
With a joyous grunt he flooded her throat and she drank it down as her own climax shuddered through her pussy. She imagined his seed gushing through her, in one end and out the other, where he would see the sticky juices glisten on her labia, dripping like tears of sheer pleasure. Now at last, muttering that he could not resist, he leaned in the last little distance and lapped up her moisture, making her come heartily with only the quivering tip of his tongue, fast on the heels of her first quake.
It was only the beginning. As afternoon faded to dusk, she lay beneath her conqueror and took him in again, her body screaming for the completion he gave her, the thorough delight he sent careening through her veins, rocking her very bones.
Tireless, he mounted her again and again, not letting himself spill a second time until the very end, when she was exhausted and could take no more.
As they lay entwined, their bodies painted in the sultry tones of twilight, his hand swept slowly up the back of her leg and held the curve of her bottom. He kissed her belly.
“Deorwynn,” he whispered her name again.
“Yes, my lord?”
She was half asleep, too comfortable with his body nestled against hers, her legs around his flanks, her fingers stroking his hair.
“Call me Guy,” he said.
“I am permitted?”
“You are permitted.” He paused. “When we are in private only.”
She knew there would be a catch. There always was with these Normans.
“Will you tell me now what you were promised in exchange for your maidenhead?”
She considered it drowsily. “I suppose I may as well get something for my pains.”
He chuckled, his lips moving over her stomach again, tickling her with his stubble. “You have fulfilled your duty admirably and deserve a reward. Tell me. What do you wish for? Anything.”
“Anything?”
“Anything.”
“Very well then.” She tightened her fingers in his curls and pulled his head back so that he looked up at her. “Arrange my brother Raedwulf’s release.”
Their gazes locked.
“I cannot do that Deorwynn.”
“You said anything!”
He gave a hollow laugh, shifting upward to kiss her breasts. “It is not for me to arrange. It is beyond my influence to free a prisoner of the king.”
Her heart sank. “You will not even try? What sort of gallant knight are you, Guy Devaux?”
“Now I am a gallant knight; no more a Norman swine? Interesting how it changes when you want something from me.” He rolled her naked body beneath his. “Just like a scheming Saxon,” he added, nibbling her neck as she squirmed.
“Let me up.”
“No. Cannot.” His weight crushed the breath out of her until he lifted his torso, resting on his forearms. “Ask me for something else,” he insisted.
“My freedom then. Make the guards open the gates for me.”
His eyes darkened. “No.”
“Don’t ask me what I want then, if you have no intention of giving it.”
Finally he moved off her body and lay on his side, looking down at her, a tic working in his jaw. She thought he would shout at her, but he kept his voice low, controlled. “Where would you go if you left me?”
“I would find my brother and free him myself.”
“How?” he sneered.
“I would talk to your king and make him see reason.”
“He would take your pretty head off.” He placed his long fingers around her neck and a frisson of trepidation caused goose-pimples on her skin. “As I should have done for this deception you aided. Besides, he is your king now too.”