The knight´s bride (Closed)

[RedHairedandFriendly]

To say Honor was caught off guard would have been an understatement, to say she was unhappy would have been a disservice to both Alan’s exploring tongue as well as the sudden flaring of desire that swept through Honor.

Her first instinct had been to push him away, but her arms were tramped with the robe that Alan’s skilled hands had opened and pushed away from her skin. Her whole body was now more than awake it was livid. Not in a bad way, but in a way that screamed of burning rage and need.

His tongue explored her mouth and she found herself leaning into his kiss. She hadn’t kissed Tavish like this. His kisses ones that just spoke of friendship and companionship, this one screamed to her of promise. Her tongue danced with his. She traced the contours of his teeth, the fullness of his lips, she even managed to dual with his dancing muscle long enough to lead the waltz. Soon however, he reclaimed the lead and his mouth consumed her.

As his fingers danced across her flesh pushing the fabric further away, opening her for more of his searing caress, Honor’s hips rose up and her sex innocently ground against his. Her nipples felt as if tiny pins were being pressed against them. She shivered as he ran his palm back across the perfect bead, until she was pulling her lips from his and nuzzling his neck.

Her tongue tasted the sweat of his flesh. She breathed in the scent of his soap. She felt the rough texture of his pants, the hardness of his nipples, and she moaned in ecstasy. “Oh Alan,” she whimpered. “What are you doing to me?” she asked him softly. Her body wanted more, hungered for something her husband had never given her. There was no doubt in her mind that Alan could show her what she’d done wrong with Tavish. “Mmm... don’t stop. Please,” she whispered. Her tongue slipped down his neck and she suckled softly on the flesh beneath her lips.

 

[PredatorX]

The woman in his dream was so much like Honor. In some part of Alan´s mind there was a scream that it felt to real. He had never had an erotic dream that felt like this before. To real, but it felt so great. Her tongue and lips on his neck was creating goosebumps on his forearms. He had never had goosebumps in a dream before. The voice of dream Honor was sounding to be far away. Like his ears was not working properly. When she moved her hips up to meet him, grinding her naked sex against his trouser clad crotch he felt that he was about to burst with desire.

His mouth kissed down her cheek while he started to gently use his fingers to tease her erect nipple. His lips moved further down to her throat, where he spent a moment exploring the texture of her flesh with his tongue. When he was done his attention fully turned to her breasts.

Never had a dream been so real, but he ignored the voice of reason as his tongue rolled over her nipple that was showing between his fingers. The hard knob against his tongue drove him to take it into his mouth, spreading his fingers wider to fully enjoy the treat. A low moan escaped his lips as he suckled and licked her nipple.

His hand left her breast to caress and stroke the flatness of her stomach. Exploring down just to above where her sex are waiting for his touch. At that moment reality kicks in. Suddenly knowing he have a living beautyful woman in his arms Alan goes pale. His emotions go from arousal to panic and finally turns to guilt. What he was just about to do could only be called rape. In his mind, the fact that she was willing never entered his thoughts. He just looked down at her in shock and had no idea how she would react. He was just afraid she would run up and go screaming to everyone what an bastard he was.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

As she felt his hand continue to tease her skin Honor felt her sex moisten and she hissed in delight as the feeling of her pulse radiated through her veins. She bit on her lower lip and felt as if she were melting into him, merging with the heavens. As his hand skimmed down her stomach a shiver ran through her. She wanted him to touch her sex. Honor needed it. Her body was hungry and something told her only Alan could ease her suffering.

When he stopped short of the prize she offered up to him she bit her lip, she waited for his caress. When it didn’t come she felt the rejection slam into her. Her eyes brimmed with tears and she scooted out from under him. “I’m sorry Alan. . . you were dreaming and I should have called someone else to help you. I didn’t mean to cause you distress.” She wiped away her tears that silently fell.

“I’ll see you in the morning,” she whispered. She had seen his face. She saw the disgust. He had touched her and he hated it. Would he find a lover now? Would he bed the maids that would throw themselves at his feet. She swallowed the pain. . . something she was getting good at.

She opened the adjoining door and slipped back to her room. Once the door was closed she slid down against it and buried her head in her hands. The tears flowed freely as she cried silently the look of rejection that he had given her. She was wrong. He didn’t want her. He didn’t see her as anything but a means to gain her land.

He had lied to her. Said she was beautiful and when he touched her, when he saw her naked skin, he was disgusted. She crawled to her bed and fell asleep, the robe still smelled of him and she dreamt dreams where he had that look of hate on his face.

 

[PredatorX]

The feeling in his chest could best be described as hatred. Hatred and disgust, for himself. He had seen the tears on Honor´s cheeks. Alan knew he was the cause of her pain. "I am such a bastard." He knew he had to apoligise to her but he was not sure how to do that. Should he just say, I am so sorry i forced myself on you? He shut his eyes against the last sight he had of her before she left. The pain in his heart was unbearable.

Alan stood up on his shaky legs. Halting just in front of the door leading to Honor´s room he hesitates as the feeling of suffocation overwhelms him. Turning around he ran over to the door towards the hallway. His heart was beating painfully fast as he opened the door. He needed air.

Once outside the building he drew the night time air into his needing lungs. He could not go back inside he decided. Not tonight. Where to then? Sighing he walks the small distance to the stable. The horses ignore his presence as he lays down on some hay in the corner. Sleep don´t come easy but eventually he can´t avoid it. The dreams are not of war this time. They show him the tears and pain of Honor.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Honor awoke the following morning with a pounding in her head, a combined force of to much drink and the crying she done off and on through the night. She recalled her maid coming in and waking her for breakfast and Honor in her discomfort threw a pillow at they young girl and refused to get up. So it was no surprise that the sun was rising higher and higher as the woman made her way slowly downstairs to see what she could find to help with her headache as well as the grumbling in her stomach.

When she reached the main hall she saw several of the servants bringing in extra long tables and she stopped dead in her tracks. Her face paled further and she sank to the bottom step of the keep’s stairs and sat. As the realization slammed into her that today was not like any other day but was in fact her wedding day she recalled again the scene from last night. The look of what she read to be disgust on her intended’s face. She remembered what she had thought and she knew she had to set things right. She had to tell Alan how sorry she was for acting the loose woman.

She squared her shoulders and wondered about the keep looking for anyone that knew where her husband to be was. Eventually a maid looked at her with an expression of indecision and she gnawed on her lip as she contemplated telling her Mistress where the groom was sleeping. Honor demanded to know and the maid explained that the new Lord of the manor had been seen sneaking into the barn last night and had not risen yet.

Honor felt horrible. She had not meant for Alan to sleep in the stables. She hurried toward the barn hoping to hear he had in fact only gone out for a walk and the maid was mistaken. As she came closer to the stables one of the milk maids appeared. She was in the middle of repairing her clothes and her hair looked to be full of straw. Her breasts had obviously been pulled from her dress and the young woman looked up just in time to see Honor. She winked and giggled at the Mistress and Honor’s eyes grew wide in shock.

With heavy steps she closed the distance between the barn and herself, the maid already skipping away to see what chore needed to be done before the wedding. Honor stepped into the barn and did not see Alan, a great weight lifted off her shoulders and she turned to leave. It was the rustling of straw that came from the last stall that brought her steps short. Honor turned and walked toward the noise. She saw Alan looking just as rumpled and exhausted as the maid as he maid repairs to his state of dress.

She gasped and turned away and quickly made her way to her study. She never saw the happy smile of the young stable boy who had left the stables just minutes before his lover left and the Lady of the keep appeared.

Once in her study Honor ordered her maid to not bother her until the Priest was ready to begin the ceremony. As she tried to occupy her thoughts with other things besides the pending marriage, she realized that one thing had gone right. The Lady Rowena and her husband were no where to be found and Honor felt only a small sense of thankfulness for that one thing.

 

[PredatorX]

Alan had just gone through a hard night. With only a few hours of sleep he had awaken to the sound of rutting. Cursing his bad luck he lay still forced to listen to the moans of two very happy peaple. They seemed to be going at it for hours and Alan managed to get some sleep from time to time. Only to be interrupted when one of the lovers made a loud noise. This must be a punishment from above he silently thought.

The image of Honor´s face entered his mind and he sighed as he thought of what to say to her when he met her. The hurt he had unleashed on her was unforgivable. His doubts of himself was tearing him apart. The lust he felt for her was not her fault and he must keep it under control. If only the thought of her did not bring back the memory of her body against his. His desire to pin her down and bury himself in her. Sighing again he tries to not let his body react to the images of her breast in his hands and mouth.

This was ridicolous. He had never let a woman taking up his thoughts like this. It was almost like an obsession and that was not very good for either of them.

Finally the lover boy left, soon to be followed by the girl. Alan did not bother looking at them as they left. He never saw Honor as she hurriedly moved away in shock. Alan wiped away the straws from his hair and body. Deciding to go to his room and get his shirt on, before doing that he examines his bandage on the shoulder. Seing that the wound not is bleeding he hurriedly make it to his room. Greeting the surprised servants he meet on the way.

He finishes dressing very quickly and heads down to the kitchen. As it is after breakfast time he only eats a sandwitch. He pretty much just eats it without chewing it. He sees Sarah the maid and asks where her mistress are. She refuses to tell him first but after some mild persuasion she gives in.

Standing outside the study he hesitates for some minutes, trying to calm down his furiously beating heart. Taking a deep breath he knocks on the door. "I said i did not wan´t to be disturbed." Came Honor´s muffled voice from the inside. "It is Alan and i need to speak with you." He tried to sound confident but he knew that he had hurt her terrible and that feeling gnawed in his guts. "Very well." He could not tell if she was angry or just resignant to meet him again. Slowly he opens the door and looks at her frame at the desk. Her emotions in check she just looks at him. Alan clears his throat and starts with his apology. "I am sorry for what i did to you last night. I hope you weren´t physically hurt?" He tensed as he waited for her answer to the question.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Honor took a deep breath as she turned from the window and faced the man before her. Hurt her feelings? She could have slapped him, screamed at him, thrown something at him, but she didn’t. She wanted to. She wanted to do all those things and so much more. She wanted to pull him into her arms and tell him she was sorry that she was so displeasing, that she would try harder, be better. She wanted to tell him how last night was the first night she had ever experienced desire and she wanted more of it, but she didn’t. She said nothing of her needs, but only studied him for several minutes before finally speaking.

“A lot happened yesterday, so maybe I failed to mention this or maybe I did and you simply forgot or simply didn’t care. So... I’ll start fresh as if I didn’t mention it before.”

She took a deep breath and straightened her back. “I will not ever come to your room again. You have no need to worry about that. You were dreaming. I tried to wake you up, when you did wake up and things occurred I did not stop you. . . that is my fault also. I shouldn’t have been there in the first place and since you stopped your advance all is back as it was agreed upon.”

Her eyes turned from one of control to a flash of fury then back to control again. “Nevertheless. . .I was positive I asked you to keep you indiscretions private so my name will remain out of the sty that affairs generate. Yet... you have forgotten or I have been wrong and I didn’t mention it. . . a lot did transpire over the last 24 hours. Either way I’m saying it now. You will have me as your wife, you’ll have my lands, you promised to protect me and that includes my name. If you insist on rutting like an animal in the stables then please return to your bed before the morning maid arrives to freshen the linens.”

She walked to her desk and took a seat. Honor looked back up at Alan. “If you desire to take one of the house maids into your bed then I expect her to be generously paid so she is out from under your sheets by morning light. If you get one of the women with child,” she closed her eyes at the pain that ripped through her.

“If you sire a bastard... I will leave you.”

 

[PredatorX]

Alan was astounded and terrified of her assumptions about his activities in the stable. He understood now that she must have seen the girl leavin and assuming the worst. He stood silently and let her words ram into him. When she told him that she would leave him if he sired a bastard he his face went slightly red.

Not sure if the feeling he felt was embaressment or anger, probably a mix of those feelings. He decided to apprach the matter of his loyality first. Hoping it would satisfy her. "I have not fathered a bastard yet and i will not start as of now. On the matter of me rutting like an animal as you delicately say. When i went to the stable to sleep, bedding a maid was far from my mind. I was kept awake by the lovemaking but i was not an participant. There was only 2 of your peaple that was involved in that." His eyes never leave hers and she can see the frustration growing in him.

"I would never go from being with you to be with another woman. That would be cheap, both for you and me. And it is far from who i am." The pain in him shows in his tensed jawline and he brushes his hair backwards in frustration. "The last night i went to far and i beg your forgiveness in that. I surprised you and was not aware of what i was doing. When i came to my senses again i remembered our deal. Of me not bedding you." He smiles sadly. "Stopping what i was doing with you was probably the hardest thing i have ever done, but i did it because i was afraid of how you would feel for me afterwards."

His hands drops to his sides as he looks at her with his sad smile intact on his lips. "Do not doubt that i find you desirable. And no maid would be a very good substitute." His eyes leave her as he says those words.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

She would have believed him if it wasn’t for the action he committed against her as he said his last words. She stared at him, the pain in her chest was surreal and she wondered why the hurt from his rejection still stung though his words dripped with stale honey.

“You say all these things and then you turn away from me at the last statement. Am I too believe I am so desirable that you can’t bare to look at me when you confess that a maid would be a poor substitute to bedding me?”

She glared at him. “I will never lie to you. I was very happy to be in your arms last night, but the look on your face was the same one Tavish got when he touched me. I displeased him. Why? I don’t know. We mated very little. I saw your face. I saw you pale from the sight of me beneath you. I will not force myself on you again. You have my word. Please just see if the Priest is here and we’ll get this farce of a marriage started. I have things to do. I’ve been without passion, love, and human companionship all my life, another marriage will be no different then the last.”

Honor walked to the doors that led her to her garden and she stepped out into the sunlight. Her body trembled with anger over the painted words he placed before her, yet at the last moment, he couldn’t face her. Couldn’t continue his lies and found himself hiding the truth from her eyes. She bit her lip and swore she would follow his lead. She too would hide the feelings she had, she would bury them so deep Alan of Strode would have better luck finding a red ribbon on the battlefield soaked in blood.

 

[PredatorX]

Alan stared at her back as she was leaving. "I am not Tavish." He quietly muttered at her back. Then she was gone and he was standing there alone. What a difficult woman. If she did not believe him, so be it. This marriage seemed to create a mess in his life. If he had been some other man he probably had bedded some maid. But not him. Shrugging to himself he turned and walked out of the study.

He saw the maid that was in the stable with her lover earlier. He took a hold of her arm and gave her an unfriendly look. The scared face looking up at him made him ease his grip a little. "Where can i find the priest?" When hearing the question the girl relaxed just a bit. A man asking for a priest are not likely to hurt anyone. "He is in the small chapel at the yard." Nodding to her Alan says. "Lead the way." The girl quickly do as he says and soon he stands in front a middle aged bearded man.

The priest smiles to Alan. "Welcome to Byelough Sir Alan. I am father Michael and i think i know why you are here." Alan just mutters at that. The priests smile grow wider. "I am ready to wed you and milady anytime you wish so. All is prepared."

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

It was an hour later that the Priest stood in front of the couple and the couple was kneeling on the ground receiving blessings on a happy union. They were told to rise and Honor’s new husband was given permission to kiss. She didn’t waste time on the desire she had felt at those words of “kiss your bride” she quickly kissed her spouse’s lips and stepped away. There was nothing but cold air that caressed her mouth and she slipped her arm through his.

The wedding was over and now the people of her keep were found grinning ear to ear. A Scot was home again and he was leading them, Honor was now just a Scot’s wife and that would give her a little more respect then she had received since Tavish left her.

Once outside the church she dropped her husband’s arm and hurried away. She offered him no words. She was still reeling inside from being so close to him. She wasn’t sure how she could do this. . . live with the feelings that were rolling through her and never be allowed to reveal them, act on them, experience the hunger she had last night.

After her maid helped her change into something more loose and relaxing she headed back down to answer the calls of congratulations and well wishes from the villagers and the hands that toiled Alan’s lands. The bite over the last thought tore at her and she swallowed the fear that threatened to overtake her.

A child ran past and suddenly Honor paled. Children. . . she had condemned her life to a life with no children. Tears filled her eyes and she bit them back. She couldn’t comprehend that. . . not now. . . she didn’t want to think that she would never have a child of her own to hold and love.

She instead plastered a smile on her face and went back to her husband and slipped her hand in his and began to greet those that wished them well.

 

[PredatorX]

The wedding was a quick affair followed by an equal quick kiss. Once outside the church Honor quickly left Alan´s side. His eyes didnt´t leave her when she hurried away. With a sigh he turned to receive the congratulations from their peaple. He hoped he had a chance to convince Honor that he had not turned from her because he did not find her attractive and desirable.

After some greetings and small talk Honor was back at his side and they began to greet the peaple who wished them well together. The smile on her lips did not seem genuine to him. It looked to forced and he saw that she looked rather pale. With her arm in his he lead her around to different groups of peaple and received so their blessings. Here and there they stopped and chatted.

After some time he led Honor back to the dining hall where a feast was prepared. He drew out a chair to her on the longside of the table and then seated himself next to her. When the hall was filled with peaple and all was talking about the event a few maids came in with the plentyful food on trays. Alan gave Honor a small smile before he started to eat.

He took his time to eat until he felt satisfied and waited patiently for his new wife to finish her meal as well. Then he stood up, eying the crowd.

"Thank you all for being so friendly and welcoming. It mean much to me and my wife." He offered Honor his hand and hesitantly she took it and stood up still with her smile attached to her face. Alan smiled inwards. He and Honor needed to discuss matters and this was probably the best time to do that. "Now i will take my wife away and make love to her." His high voice told the crowd. The shocked expression on Honor´s face and the laughs of the crowd amused Alan and he easily lifted Honor up in his arms and was out in the hallway in a heartbeat.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Honor’s shock was quickly swept over by outrage just as quickly as Alan had lifted her up and carried her away. The trip was short, though the humiliation evident and clearly written on her face. Once Alan deposited her in her chambers, her hand immediately rose up and met his cheek.

The slap stung her hand and outrage filled her. “How dare you!” she yelled at him. She stepped closer, closing the distance between them, though there were just mere inches between them to begin with. “They didn’t need to know what was going on up here. . . well, what isn’t,” she hissed.

Her chest rose and fell as she stared up at him. “Don’t ever embarrass me like that again!” she said. Honor hadn’t failed to notice how strong his hands had been or how he had lifted her as if she were nothing but a feather. She fought the temptation to touch him. Her fists were clenched at her sides. His face was just a breath away from her. “Please go,” she whispered.

Honor turned away and slowly began to remove her gown. She assumed her husband had left, after all he'd done everything else she'd told him to, why would this be different. He didn't care for her, so she was just another woman to be dealt with. He'd dealt with her. . . now he could go.

 

[PredatorX]

The slap to his cheek was expected so Alan did not care. He merely thought of the strength in her small hands. He smiled towards at her back as she started to remove her gown. "It is no secret what husbands and wives do on their wedding night." He said softly to her. He saw the tension in her shoulders when she realised that he was still in the room.

"I will not go anywhere. I am your husband and you are my wife." He closed the short distance to her and placed his hands on her shoulders. "The peaple downstairs don´t see it as i humiliated you. They just saw a man wishing to be alone with his woman." His hands gently travelled down her arms in a caressing motion. "As it should be." He softly whispered in her ear.

His hands was stroking her arms up and down. "One thing you need to learn of me is that i won´t let a missunderstanding stand between us, so i need to convince you that it was just that." He gently kissed her neck before whispering in her ear. "That you think that i don´t desire you or are like Tavish are as far from the truth there is."

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Honor shivered from the heated caress of his breath against her. Her lips trembled and she hissed as the kisses on her neck brought goose-bumps over her skin. She leaned back against him, her eyes closed and she allowed herself to feel his touch on her arms as his mouth continued to drive her through a range of emotions that she could not explain.

Her fingers stilled as she became lost in the sensations of his touch and with each caress of his hands the arms of her dress fell looser. The bodice lay open and she pulled her arms free of the fabric. “Alan. . . I,” she paused her speech.

Honor’s head leaned back on his shoulder and her hands moved from her stomach to her sides and she gripped her dress in her hands. Her fingers curled into fists and she turned her head to face him. “I don’t understand what you do to me,” she whispered against his lips. She licked her tongue again and a breath of air escaped her, air she didn’t even know she’d been holding.

One of her hands moved over to cover one of his and she turned to face him. “What do you want of me?” she asked him. Her eyes searched his. Her fingers released her dress and moved to his shoulder and she could feel her breathing become more rapid the longer she stay pressed against him. “Please. . . tell me how you are different, show me.” She looked into his eyes after gazing at his lips and moistening hers once more.

 

[PredatorX]

She turns in his arms and places her fingers on his shoulder. Alan swallows thickly as he gazes down on her beautiful face. "I wan´t you." He answers her question. She is so close to him that he have to fight the instict to just throw her on the bed and take her right there and then. No woman have ever affected him in this way. He was usually a very controlled man.

"that is the simple truth, i wan´t you." He said before leaning down to her, covering her mouth with his. He felt her hands tighten on his shoulders as if she wasn´t sure if to push him away or hug him to her. Alan took the decision for her by dragging her to him causing a gasp from her throat that is quickly silenced by his mouth. Their bodies pressed against eachother had his blood boiling and the kiss deepens.

His tongue explores her mouth and he savours the feeling of her soft and wet tongue against his. His hands works her skirt down until it lies around her feet on the floor. His mouth never leaving hers while working on her thin chemise until it lays where the skirt was dropped. Her naken body pressed against his clothed forces a sigh from his lips.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Her whole body burned. His touch was stoking the embers of a fire that had been lit yesterday eve and had been forced to cool. Now he was forcing the flickers to light up again and lick at her veins. Honor felt as if she were about to burst. Her fingers moved up from his jacket and into his hair as she held him to her lips. She tasted the wine and the stew he’d eaten. She breathed in his scent and found herself further aroused. The whimper that escaped her was one that she would repeat often that night as she pressed her body tighter against him.

His hand moved over her skin and she gasped as his callused fingers slowly renewed even more emotions she thought she would never feel again. Last night he’d been unaware and had drove her close to shouting, now as he played her body like a musical instrument fully aware of what was happening between them. Honor was not. She knew what would happen. She knew she would become his wife in every way, but what she didn’t know was how her body would continue to exist if he ever abandoned her.

Honor angled her head and welcomed his kiss. She stroked his tongue, moving her own back and forth over his and caressing the velvety texture underneath the hard muscle while alternating to slide over the sandy surface. Her fingers continued to play in his hair and eventually the kiss ended and Honor took in a deep breath.

“Alan,” she whispered. Her fingers moved to her lips and felt the moistness of his touch. She then ran the pad of her thumb over his lip and pressed her lips back to his, her hand moving to his chest. Again they were kissing, this time they were pushing against each others mouths and the kiss was quick and fast.

 

[PredatorX]

Their mouths was locked together. It was almost an competition now. They just pressed and probed at eachother. As both needed to catch some air the kiss broke and Alan looked her in the eyes, showing her all the desire he held for her. He left her embrace for just a moment as he took of his clothes.

He saw her eyes focus on his erection as his trousers fell to the floor. Smiling with manly pride he moved over to her and swept her up in his arms. One arm under her legs and the other supporting her back. his eyes could not look away from her nude beauty and he knew that this woman in his arms was his to please and be pleased by.

He loved how his bride was so quickly to turn from anger to passion and he knew that he would love to taste that passion. He had been without a woman to long but still he would take his time pleasuring her before it was his time to loose himself in her.

With Honor in his arms he quickly walked to the bed. He lay her down in the middle of the bed and crept up beside her. He could feel her mixed feelings of anticipation and nervousness when he was only aroused. He gave her a quick kiss followed by a smile full of promises. "Now i will show you." He whispered in her ear.

Lying beside her his mouth started to move over her body. He kissed his way down the delicate features of her neck and throat. His tongue tracked down to her firm breast. He teased her nipple with a quick touch of his tongue and found it allready hard. His lips closes over her nipple and he starts to alternating suck on it and flip it with his tongue.

The small gasp from her is like music to his ears and he places his hand on her stomach. Almost like an replay from the night before he caresses her smooth skin in circles. His hand slowly strokes it´s way down to just above her sex once again. The only difference from the night before is that he is fully aware of what he is doing this time and that he follows through with it.

One of his fingers flinches down to her sex and brushes against her nether lips. To his surprise she is allready a little moist and his finger starts to rub against her sex. Moving back and forward through her slit but without entering her.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

As Alan laid Honor on the bed, her body seemed to hum in excitement and timidness. She wanted to please him, to be a welcoming sight for him to behold and as he slowly slipped his way across her heated flesh she found herself no longer worried about what she looked like to him. She was to busy trying to catalog the feelings that were ransacking her being.

He rained kisses across her neck and shoulder, marking her with invisible flickers of flames. His tongue took paths that Tavish had traveled on, but his movements were quick; Alan’s movements made her want him to hurry. It felt as if it were forever by the time his mouth encircled her nipple. Her fingers had been constantly gripping and releasing the fabric of the comforter that lay on the bed. When he did finally claim the coral-colored pearl with his tongue her fingers moved into his hair and pressed him to her breast. “Alan,” she hissed as her back arched.

Then he increased her torment with the lazy circles that had driven her to a quickened point within seconds last night. She loved the feeling of his touch, but she was hungry for so much more. She’d almost grabbed his wrist and forced his hand to her sex, but he moved further down on his own and when his warm palm pressed against her mound she felt her body react with the arousal it had been feeling since she felt the heat of his flesh. Her sex moistened. Her pulse raced and she lifted her hips.

He teased her. She growled out in frustration as his fingers only petted her slick lips. “Alan,” she muttered again. There was a difference in her voice. It was thicker, laced with desire, heat, need, want. She wanted his touch, she wanted to feel the invasion. Her hand did move to his wrist this time and she gripped it tightly. She pushed his fingers between her lips and showed him what she wanted. “Please,” she told him, her voice heavy with the demand to be obeyed. Her eyes locked with his as he suckled her nipple. “More,”she groaned out as she ground her sex against his finger.

 

[PredatorX]

Alan fought to keep his control when Honor grabbed his wrist and forced his finger against her sex. His manhood was throbbing of desire but her held it in check. He wanted her to feel pleasure. Bringing pleasure to a woman was almost as good as receiving it himself. He gently nibbled at her hard nipple, immediately followed by a wet lick of his tongue. His mouth worked hard on the knob at the same time he pushed two fingers inside her. He felt the slick walls of her sex welcome and close around his fingers.

His fingers rested inside her just a moment as his mouth traveled down the silky skin of her stomach. Just as his tongue started to play with her bellybutton his fingers slowly moved out of her sex a bit. His free hand spread her thighs a little to give his fingers more access to her most private area.

He quickly rammed his fingers back in her sex. His fingers penetrated her with no friction. He moved them in and out of her sex in a steady rythm and felt and heard her breathing get heavier.

His hardness was painfully ready to be used but he was not about to listen to the demands of his manhood just yet. He enjoyed himself to much.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Honor lay there burning inside. His mouth rained kisses and bites across her nipples, alternating between them. Her hips lifted as he began teasing her clit. Her body becoming more slick with every tender touch he gave her. When his fingers entered inside her, she moaned with desire and want. The sound pulled from deep within her. She whimpered when he stopped moving his long digits in her sex and she opened her legs further. Her passion increased as his mouth moved down her slim form. Her fingers gripped the blankets, curling them in her fists as she waited, silently pleading for his mouth to move against her.

He left her pussy, only for a second, but for that brief moment Honor felt empty and abandoned. She cried out when he pushed them back into her cunt and her cry echoed through the room. “Alan,” she screamed as her muscles tightened around him. She gasped and moaned as he moved his fingers in and out of her. His motions becoming quicker and harder. She breathed deep, smelled the scent of her sex and bit her tongue to stifle the shout that threatened to explode from deep within her.

Her body thrashed under his ministrations and she felt the pinnacle of her climax reaching out to be grasped and taken. She began to thrust her hips up, grinding her pussy against his firm hand. Her fingers moved to her tits and she twisted the hard nubs. “Alan. . . oh God. . . please. . . don’t stop!” she begged.

He continued to drive into her and she continued to welcome every hard thrust and wicked twist of his hand. “Ohhh... ohhhh... God,” she whimpered. Her body wanted to explode, but she knew there was more, the heat of his breath against her sex promised it. “Please. . . ohhhhh don’t stop,” she cried out for more, but she did not know what it was. Her experience so little and so not like what was happening to her now. “Alan, help me. . .” she begged, not knowing what she begged for.

 

[PredatorX]

The whimpers and sounds coming from her mouth told Alan that she was close to climax. Her body tensed and she pushed herself up towards his hand, forcing his fingers deeper in her. Alan kept fighting his own needs to bring her to greater heights.

He quickly moved down to lie between her spread thighs. The sight of her nude sex. Wet with her juices was to much to bear. With a low growl in his throat he replaced his fingers with his mouth. His tongue sneaked out and tasted her wetness. The tip traced along the slick lips, lapping up the sweet juices. The scent and taste of her drove him almost mad with need.

A sound from him told her of his desire as his hands went down to grab her ass. With ease he lifted her up to his waiting mouth that completely covers her pussy. He drive his tongue deep inside her. The gentleness of his touches have left him now. He merely acts on his and her needs and forcefully moves his tongue in her.

His mouth are like glue to her wet sex while his tongue finds and flicks at her clit. A low moan escapes his lips in echo of her louder one. His attention is fully at her clit now that he found it. His mouth sucks on her wet folds before he lets his tongue tease her clit again. He enjoys the sounds she make that tell him she gets closer and closer to release.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Honor can barely function. Her mind is lost in a sea of emotions that run through her. Gone are all inhibitions and for now only her and her husband exist. No memories of Tavish float in her mind, no thoughts that she is undesirable, or she is not pleasing coarse over her. She feels welcomed, cherished, and wanted. Yet, she also feels so much more, words are lost to her as her eyes clench tightly and Alan suckles from the depths of her sex.

She feels the texture of his tongue as it scraps across her flesh. She moans and thrashes on the bed as he claims her sweet lips and drinks from them the honey her body continues to produce. Honor is on the edge of forever and can not image the feeling of every reaching the peak that is continuing to climb.

Alan’s tongue toys with her and Honor suddenly lifts up. Her back arches. Her fingers curl in the blankets and her hips rise to grind into her husband’s face. “Alan!” she screams as her climax rips through her entire being. She gasps out and breaths in air, holds it only to have it pull from her chest a deep, primal growl. Another follows it and then another follows that one.

Colors splash across her closed eyes as she drags in great gulps of air. Her head pounds as the orgasm rolls free and she feels her husband grab her hips and drink the heady liquid of her sex.

“Alan,” she mutters. “Oh my. . .” she hisses as little shudders rack her soul. She can’t focus on anything at that moment, only feel his warm breath against her skin as she tries to recover from the force of nature that ripped through her for the first time by someone other then herself.

 

[PredatorX]

Alan is amazed by the power of the climax Honor just had. Her breathing still rapid in the aftermath. To him she have never looked so lovely as in this moment. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand as he looks up to her blushing face. Her eyes are closed as she tries to breath normally again. Alan smiles and crawls up to her and kisses her lightly on her lips.

"Are you alright dear?" He asks seriously. His erection against her thigh is so hard it almost hurts but he know that she need some time to recover. He still can´t help himself from touching her. His hand strokes her breast and brushes against her nipple.

He keeps looking at her while his hand keep on stroking her lightly. He desperately need his own release but stoically resists his urges for now. Touching and looking at her is to good to be true. He places another kiss on her lips when she finally opens her eyes.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Honor stared at him for a moment, the taste of her sex on her lips as well as the taste of his mouth. She felt her body continue to shake, little jolts of heat. “Yes,” she answered. She was okay. Her breathing was becoming more normal. Her joints still ached, but she felt it would be morning before those were healed.

She moved her hands down his side and over his back. “Thank you,” she whispered. She pressed her sex against his, knowing there was more he wanted to do. “I am okay,” she told him. Her tongue came out and she licked her lips. She bit gently on her lower one, before gaining a bit of nerve and lifting her head enough to recapture his lips.

“I don’t know how to thank you, or tell you how pleased I am,” she blushed. The warmth of her embarrassment ran over her and she tucked her head against his neck. Her lips pressing soft kisses against his skin.

She could feel his sex against her and she ground against it. “I’m ready. . . when you are,” she whispered against his flesh. Her teeth nipped gently as her fingernails grazed down his back and up his sides.