The object of Belinda’s affection lay before her, awaiting her ministrations. His gaze was upon her and she could feel the heat of it boring into her. Taking a deep breath, she tipped up the vial of oil to pour a little onto her palm. She recapped it, set it aside then briskly rubbed her hands together to heat the oil.
“Just relax, my lord,” she said, reaching out to grasp his member in her hands. As she worked her fingers up and down the length of him she felt his tension begin to ebb. He exhaled loudly through his teeth and dropped his head back slightly. “That’s it,” she soothed, her smile growing larger every moment. His skin is so soft and smooth!
Her mind wandered back to a night less than three months ago. It had been a night like tonight with battering winds, but there had also been terrible rain. She had just been preparing for bed when a knock on the door had sounded. She’d been surprised to find Balek outside, alone and exhausted, soaking from the storm. He’d asked for shelter and she had quickly ushered him inside fearfully noting the bloody welt upon his brow.
He’d been restless, he told her, and decided to ride out around the land. The storm had taken him by surprise and a crack of lightening had made his horse bolt. As it tore into the woods he had taken a blow to his head from a branch, knocking him from the animal’s back.
Belinda had tended him and offered to brave the storm to alert some men from the castle to fetch him, but he would not hear of it.
Instead, he had spent the night in her bed.
It had been the first and only time that they had been intimate, and it had been wonderful. Such a tender and tireless lover he had been. It was Belinda’s first time being with a man and he had shown her gentleness despite his great size and strength. In the morning he had promised her that if there were a child of their union he would care for them both, always. But there hadn’t been.
His chivalrous declaration wasn’t exactly what Belinda had wanted from him. When he’d come into her bed she’d expected no promises from him, but it had not stopped her from hoping he would realize they were meant for one another. It’d been hard to accept that Balek would put his personal feelings aside and honor his father’s wishes to wed the woman he’d chosen for him. But he had.
They’d not been together again. Not even sharing so much as a stolen kiss.
Belinda wondered why that was as she massaged the oil around the base of Balek’s manhood and swooped down to fondle his sack. Since that time, she had wanted him to kiss her or to take her again. She felt certain that he still desired her. She’d seen the way he looked at her. Only a few weeks ago, when she tended the castle cook’s fever, she’d caught Balek staring at her with much more than lordly interest.
“I feel something. It grows.”
Balek’s voice broke her from her reverie and she stared down at his rod. He was correct—it was growing. Quickly she bent down her head and began to blow warm air from her lips upon him.
“What is it you do?” he gasped.
Belinda could feel him tense up again. “Feel the heat of the oil, my lord. It warms, bringing your vitality back to you.”
“Aye. It does warm. What manner of magic is this?”
Belinda stopped blowing for a moment. “’Tis not magic, lord, ’tis only simple oil, heated by the warmth of my mouth.” She looked up at him and saw skepticism in his eyes. “It is harmless, I assure you.” Before he could object she bent down and licked his glistening tip. “You see, lord? Surely I would not put it so in my mouth if ’twould harm you.” He still appeared unconvinced so she lowered her head once again and took him fully into her mouth. It pleased Belinda to discover that she enjoyed the taste of the oil. She enjoyed even more the growl of satisfaction she heard tear from Balek’s throat, as he grew even larger in her mouth.
Ahh, how divine he is. She splayed him with her tongue and lips for several minutes before she sat back up again.
“Why do you stop?” he demanded. “’Twas working.”
Belinda was becoming so hot from the combination of the heat of the flames and the fire coursing through her veins that she could feel the perspiration trickle down between her large breasts. “I grow so hot, my lord. I fear I must stop.”
“Nay.” He looked at her desperately for a moment. “Remove your gown. I demand it.”
Belinda smiled at him innocently. “If my lord demands it...”
“Aye. I do.”
Belinda rose to her feet and pulled up her gown over her head. She still had on her shift but she decided to remove that as well. It wouldn’t do at all if she were to grow overly warm again.
Once she was fully unclothed she resumed her position at Balek’s hip. She took a moment to apply more oil to her palms before she took him into her hands and began to stroke him again.
“Warm me...with your mouth again,” Balek ordered.
“Certainly, my lord,” she complied, taking him deeply into her throat again. Up and down she slid her mouth upon him until it felt as though he would burst. Balek now reclined fully upon the rug and his hands found their way into her mass of hair.
“Aye, wench. Take me,” he gasped, his grip on her tightening. “Take me into your mouth.”
Belinda feared that he would expel himself so she lifted up her head. When Balek squawked in frustration she quickly lay back upon the rug and raised her arm up to her head.
“Oh, my lord, forgive me. I swoon.” She bent up her knees and opened them just slightly.
Balek rolled and bent over her. His look was a cross between aggravation and concern. “Are you ill?”
“Nay, please do not concern yourself.” She opened her legs wider.
Balek looked down at her and then at his fully erect manhood. “I...I know not what to do.”
“Hold me, my lord. Please, just hold me,” she whispered.
Balek lay down beside her and took her into his arms. Belinda stretched out her legs but kept them apart. She could feel the heat of his erection pressing against her thigh.
“Mayhap I should fetch someone?”
Belinda eased her leg up over his hip and tilted herself against him more firmly. “Nay, ’tis all right. Even now my head clears.” She rested her forehead against his broad chest. “Would you like me to fetch your betrothed for you, lord?” Wiggling her hips, she pressed against his erection. “You are ready for her now.”
Balek released a heavy breath he’d been holding. “Aye, I suppose.” Then— “Nay. I fear I cannot wait. Please Belinda. Would you mind?”
“Of course not, my lord. Whatever you desire.” Already she could feel the tip of him pushing against the core of her. He was so hot. Opening her legs wider she welcomed his entry. Slowly he pushed inside, the size of him fairly overwhelming her. For a moment she was fearful he would split her in half, but as she forced herself to relax, she felt her body accommodate him.
“Oh. My lord. How hard you are, how powerful.” His strokes teased her as he slowly pushed himself completely inside before sliding back out again.
“Aye. ’Tis hard. You have healed me,” he gasped as his stokes began to get faster and faster.
Belinda arched her back as she felt his hand slip down the length of her body to grasp her bottom. His head bent to her breast and his tongue flicked against her nipple. He took the small hard pebble into his mouth to suckle upon.
Faster he moved inside of her. Belinda rose up to meet his thrusts with equal measure. His lips now found hers while his hand roamed upward to fondle her breasts. His tongue forced its way into her mouth and emulated the thrusting of his hips. The sensations he created in her made her believe she would surely perish this night.
It is too much. He is too much. Oh, I love you, my lord. I love you, Balek.
When her release found her, Belinda was grateful Balek’s mouth covered hers, catching her desperate cries. If he hadn’t he would have heard her declaration of love. Moments later, Balek soon found his own fulfillment. But to Belinda’s great disappointment, he pulled himself out of her before she felt the heat of his release.
Much too fast, and the moment was over. Balek rolled off of her before he collapsed. “That was incredible,” he said.
Belinda took a moment to collect herself before she sat up and looked at Balek’s satisfied face. He smiled tenderly at her and she melted. “Aye, ’twas, my lord. It seems you are past your quandary.” When she went to rise up and take her leave she felt a firm hand upon her arm. She looked at Balek and saw him regarding her with heated intention.
“To make certain, it would be best if I were to take you again,” he said.
Belinda smiled as she lay back down. “If you wish, my lord,” she said, opening her arms to him.