CABALLERO DEL NORTE - Sex Stories

CABALLERO DEL NORTE

... into place like the tumblers of a lock long-sealed. This would not be a marriage of resignation, as her first had been. This man fascinated her, and she wanted him.

For his part, Iago saw something, he knew not what, shift in her eyes, in her stance. He said nothing, did nothing a moment, instinct fighting with sense and decorum within him, the voice saying things were well and he should quit while he was ahead. Of course, had he been one to abide by sense and caution, he wouldn't presently have been lord of this stronghold.

Suddenly he was crushing her in his embrace. The warmth of him engulfed her, the heady scent of him. She wrapped her own arms around him. He laughed, and there was a note of wonder in his voice as he did so. She smiled up at him, eyes bright. He tightened his arms around her and picked her up, spun her as she gave a startled laugh. And then they were kissing. Later, neither would be able to pinpoint the moment it began, who kissed who; it was a delirium, a rampant wave which struck them both and knocked them adrift. Of a height, they came together like two sides of a puzzle, fit neatly against each other as their lips ravenously pressed together. His hands at her waist, hers gripping his back.

A fire that neither had known had been banked in them suddenly ignited, overwhelming them both, burning rampant. His grip tightened on her, and he moved his lips to her neck while pushing her back. A small sound escaped her mouth as she was forced to ...

... backpedal. A stool was knocked over, and a tray of embroidery, until finally Zuleika's back thudded against the wall. Immediately she hitched a leg up around his, another sound escaping her lips. He lifted her from the waist with his powerful arms and hands while continuing to lavish her neck with kisses. He was going mad with want, the smell of her jasmine-scented perfume, the salt-sweet taste of her skin.

Another desperate sound escaping her lips, she wrapped both her legs around his waist. The move caught him by surprise, as he was used to Christian women and their full skirts, eliciting a growl as he ground his now painful hardness against her. The unmistakable feel of it, the heat of it even through layers of clothes, made her moan with want. He stopped his wild kisses to look up at her face, locking eyes, both their expressions now fogged in desire. This look in his eyes, still intent and piercing but laced with need of her, made her almost giddy and she fought down a giggle.

She couldn't resist a smirk, however, as she dropped her legs from around him and then pushed on his chest. He backed a step, and she pulled his tabard up and over his head. He helped her then undo his fine linen shirt and pulled that over his head as well. She sucked in her breath as she contemplated his lean, rippling form, here and there scored by various scars. He watched her as she ran her fingers all over his torso, across the well-defined muscles, lightly over the scars, and even his ...