Now and Forever

By Kathy Lynn

They had been traveling for days and both of them were so tired. He decided to make camp and she went to a stream to wash up. When she got back to the camp he had already caught and skinned two rabbits and the aroma of them cooking over the fire made her stomach grumble. She didn’t realize how hungry she was.  They ate in silence and he had laid out some blankets that he had taken when they left the city to travel together to his fathers, the laird of Dumfries Castle.

He looked over to where she was sitting and waved for her to come to the blankets. He told her that they would have to share them that night. She lay down next to him and he covered them both with furs.

Passion was in her cheeks, her eyes heavy-lidded, full lips glistened from moisture. He ached to kiss her.  Her taunt breast moving against his chest in a quickened rhythm nearly drove him crazy with need.

“Part your lips.”

“Why?”

“Do it and I will show you why,” he said

She hesitated only a moment. He hadn’t frightened her yet. She parted her lips and he moaned. She began to have doubts. He stopped a second. He pressed his warm mouth against hers easing his tongue between her lips. She clutched at him as he stroked the inside of her mouth. Each movement of his tongue sending fire through her veins. She lost all sense of time and place. How good this made her feel.

Just as she was about to say something to push him away, even though she wanted him close, he stopped. Pressing his forehead against her for a moment as he took several long, unsteady breaths. A minute later he rolled unto his side, but kept her tucked up close to him and they fell asleep.

When the sun was peeking out in the early morning, she woke moaning softly as his lips warmed hers. She pressed her body closer to him.  He teased her shape with his skilled hands.  She shuddered with delight when he covered his hands over her backside, pressing her loins against his.  She could feel the hard proof of his desire. She gasped with pleasure when he slid his hand up her side to cup her breast. She arched into his touch, than a tiny shaft of reason broke through the haze of passion clouding her mind.  With a curse, she scrambled out of his hold and got up on her knees, she glared at him.

“I don’t suppose you could just say good morning ,” she snapped.

“I thought that is what I was saying,” he said.

“What you were doing was trying to catch me unawares so that you could have your way with me.” She bristled.

“My way, felt like it could be your way with me,” he smiled

“I don’t think so,” she said.” Now you turn around, I have to change.”

He stole a glance as she took her clothes off. He drew in his breath so sharply he was afraid he had given himself away.

Her breasts were perfectly shaped. The honey covered tips hardened by the chill in the air. There was no excess flesh on her frame. Her waist was tiny, her hips gently rounded. She was short but had beautifully shaped long legs. Her skin so soft and white. His hands tingled as he thought of how that skin would feel beneath his touch. As she dropped her slip he turned away hoping she wouldn’t see how aroused he was.

A tremor of want tore through him. He couldn’t stay away. Wrapping his arms around her he pulled her down unto the blankets, he cupped her face in his hands as he kissed her loving the sweetness of her mouth. The way she shyly handled the strokes of his tongue, the way she pressed against him. He knew she was willing. His desire was fierce and greedy but he vowed to go slow and be gentle to her.

She felt her nervousness go away with each stroke of his tongue, each touch of his hands. She wanted this. He made her blood burn. She blushed as he tugged away the blanket caught around her hips. He crouched over her, staring at her. He looked at her passionately. There was no doubt he wanted her. He took off the rest of his clothes.

He felt so good beneath her hands. His skin was warm and taunt  over smooth hard muscle. The hair on his legs excited her. The light calluses on his hands aroused her as he stroked her. When he slid his hands up her sides to cup her breasts, she arched eagerly into his touch tangling her hands in his long thick hair. She held him close as he covered her breasts with hot kisses. A soft cry of delight escaped her when he lathed the hardened nipples with his tongue. She thought she never felt anything so pleasurable, then he drew the taunt nipple deep into his mouth, sucking greedily. She soared beneath the waves of feeling. The heat of passion flowing over her body.

His desire was so hot and wild he fought for control. He reveled in her passion. He could tell by her body motions that she was eager for him.

Slowly he slid his hand upward along her inner thigh and gently stroked the bright curls hiding the treasure he so desperately sought. She tensed against his touch.

“Honey, I am doing nothing wrong, ”he said brushing his lips over her.

“No,” she asked as she opened for his touch.

“Yes,” give yourself to me sweetheart; pleases don’t shy from this or from anything that will give us pleasure.” “I but seek to make you more welcoming.”

“I don’t think I can be more welcoming.”  He laughed softly against her neck as he trailed his increasing hot kisses back towards her breasts.

She clutched at his broad shoulders, wrapping her legs around him as she drew him in closer.

She trailed her fingers down the backs of his thighs. He trembled beneath her touch. He was inside her femininity and she gasped. The slight stroking movement causing her desire to flare up so intensely . Watching him closely she slide her hands up the backs of his thighs until she cupped his buttocks. She pulled him closer, deeper. She savored his groan and his shudder.

“Hun, if you keep tormenting me I won’t be able to go slowly or gently.” his voice raspy. His words broken by his strained breathing.

“I don’t want you to do either.” Kissing him lightly she teased his lips with her tongue and that was all he needed. He began to kiss her hungrily and began to move. The strokes of his tongue matched the rhythm of his body. Her passion returned in full force. It grew until she groaned beneath the weight of it and than shattered. She cried out as she was taken up by a pleasure that stole all thought, all sense of where she was.

“I love you so much,” she whispered. 

He kissed her lips before she could say anything more. It hurt her that he didn’t respond in kind but there was such emotion in his kiss she cast disappointment aside and clung to him.

He stopped and didn’t move. She looked into his eyes, blushing beneath his stare, but moved by the depth of emotion shining in his eyes. She wrapped her body more tightly around him, trying to tempt him to begin the dance she craved. But he didn’t move.

She called his name embarrassed by the plea in her voice.

“Say it again, my sweet baby, say it while we are as close as any man and woman can be.

“Is this a bribe?” 

“Yes it is, say it.”

“I love you.”

“You can’t begin to understand how much I ached to hear you say those words. I will bet we will argue over who’s love is the strongest yours or mine as we grow old together.”

Before she had a chance to think about what he said he began to move. She clung to him as his movements grew fiercer and more demanding. As he groaned her name their passions crested. As they both settled down he whispered in her ear. “I love you now and forever.”

The end