Love Indeed - Sex Stories

Love Indeed

... back, tickling her skin as he exposed it.

"What enticement strikes your fancy tonight?" the nobleman asked.

"I'll begin with a look at your chest," his guest replied as if ordering dinner. She placed a hand over his heart to feel the shape of his muscles through his tunic.

Without a word, James lifted the tunic over his head and let it fall on the floor. Rosaline stepped closer and began running her hands over his chest and abdomen.

"This scar, how did you get it?"

James had never given the real answer (that he'd tripped in his father's armory), but he could never remember his lie. "It was a duel with a tricky bastard," he improvised.

"A bastard, you say?" Rosaline replied, as if the mention had given her an idea.

"Yes, my uncle's love-child. Or so he claimed."

"Do you have any love-children?" the lady asked.

"I don't know of any," James answered.

Rosaline leaned close and whispered in James's ear, "Would you like to make a love-child with me?"

James pondered the question for a moment before wrapping his arms around Rosaline's waist. "If we did have a child," he replied, "love would be the best explanation of its origin."

Rosaline smiled at his declaration and pulled his head down for a kiss. As they pressed their lips together, James pulled at the laces of Rosaline's dress until the fabric fell in a heap around her ankles, leaving her entirely bare.

"Don't you usually wear something underneath?" James wondered.

"Yes, but I knew ...

... where I was going," Rosaline explained as she walked to James's bed and sat down. James followed, kneeling before her as if before the Queen herself on the throne.

"May I serve you?" he offered.

"Of course," his lady said as she spread her legs to expose her pink slit to him.

James pressed his lips eagerly to Rosaline's sensitive skin. As Rosaline sighed and leaned back, he labored to stimulate his guest. His lips pressed against her slit as if to pry it open as his tongue worked its way in. Rosaline's fluids carried a flavor James found intoxicating, even better than his favorite wine. His thirst for the flavor inspired him to dig deeper into Rosaline in search of the source.

"Dear Riverton," she sighed as his tongue penetrated her, "how shall I reward your devoted service?"

"To serve a fair lady such as yourself is its own reward," James answered.

"Don't lie," Rosaline chastised him. "Serving with the lips and the tongue can hardly be as rewarding to the servant as it is to the recipient. Why don't you come up here and I'll reciprocate?"

"I would have to stop to move," he explained between deep licks. "Would you want that?"

Rosaline moaned at a particularly well-placed thrust of his tongue. "I want you to feel my love, as I feel yours."

James leaned back and thought for a moment. "Then I suppose I should move closer to the seat of your love." He stood up and lifted Rosaline's legs up onto his bed, then lay down beside her.

"Perhaps I can suck your ...