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No one would believe her, if she told them that Lord Rosenkranz was this good a kisser. No, Wulfric. She could not be kissing him and thinking of him as Lord Rosenkranz, she absentmindedly thought.
He was lying on top of her in bed, kissing her breathless. He still had his clothes on, and she was still covered in the blanket but judging by the evidence of his desire she could feel through the layers it would not be long until both were removed.
Anna snaked her arms around his neck pressing him as tightly to her as possible. She wanted to run her palms over his body, but the wounds prevented her and instead she let her fingertips roam all over. She managed to get one of her legs free of the blanket and wrapped it around his calf.
“Anna,” he mumbled into her mouth, before he kissed her again. “You taste so sweet,” he then mumbled.
“Like death and damnation, I should think,” Anna said with a smile and looked at him. He was so close to her. She ran a finger along his eyebrows. “I drank a bit too much last night.”
Wulfric smiled and kissed her nose.
“If this is death and damnation, it must be very sweet. You taste of honey and nuts,” he said with such an earnest face, that Anna could not help but throw her head back and laugh. He took the opportunity to kiss her neck, then move further down.
Her laughter slowly died and had to give way to a moan when he reached one of her nipples. He looked at her for a moment as if seeking approval and Anna nodded slightly while keeping eye contact with him. He lowered his head over her nipple again and started kissing it slowly.
She would not have to take the lead she thought. He certainly knew how to seduce a woman. He found her other nipple under the blanket and slowly squeezed it. Anna moaned and pressed her pelvis against him without thinking about it.
“You don’t taste like nuts,” she said, because she had to say something. This was getting too intense for her already and she needed to defuse the tension. “But you smell like them.”
“Really?” Wulfric mumbled against her skin, as he kissed his way from one breast to the other. “Which kind of nuts?”
Anna sighed with pleasure as he started suckling the other nipple. She was pretty sure that she would kill him if he did not go through with sleeping with her now.
“I can’t decide... “she mumbled and closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation of him exploring her. “Whether it’s hazelnuts or walnuts.”
She felt him smile against her breast and then he kissed his way back up to her mouth again. His kiss was warm and slow and made Anna burn even more fiercely than before. She had gotten her other leg out from under the blanket and had both her legs wrapped around his now. It could not be much of the blanket that was covering her, if any of it at all.
Her fingers were roaming over his shirt. She tried to get them through the opening in the neck to feel him better, but it was too narrow.
“You smell of nuts too,” Wulfric said as he sat up and pulled his shirt over his head.
He still had several bruises along one side of his body, but he did not seem to mind them, and neither would she. Not when there was so much else to look at: The muscles of his shoulders and chest. His tight abdomen. There was a scar across one of his pecs and she would have liked to ask him about it, but he lay down over her again, kissing her again. She remembered what he had said. That she smelled of nuts too.
“You’re making it up. That I smell of nuts,” she said with a smile before she trailed kisses down his cheek to his mouth.
“Your hair smells of them,” he said and buried his nose in her hair as if to prove it. He leaned on his elbow on the one side and his hand moved down her body and slowly removed the blanket, that was only lying over her hips and upper thighs.
When she turned to look at him, she could see, that he had a look on his face as if he expected her to tell him to stop at any moment. Anna gently placed her scraped palm against his bruised cheek and looked into his eyes.
“I want you,” she whispered. “How can you even doubt that now?”
Wulfric did not answer but kissed her fiercely instead at the same time as his fingers slowly began to play with the folds of her womanhood. Anna sighed against his mouth and his fingers made longer strokes. She nearly bucked when he located the most sensitive nub of flesh and slowly touched it.
“You know how to be careful, don’t you?” she said breathlessly against his shoulder.
She could feel him nod and dug her fingers in the small of his back as he slid a finger inside of her. How could she have gone two years without this? Or more to the point: how could she have contemplated going the rest of her life without this?
She moaned as he moved his fingers inside of her. It felt excruciatingly nice but at the same time she could only be aware that she would rather want him there.
“Anna,” Wulfric said hoarsely. “I’d like to... I want to be inside of you.”
Anna smiled and nodded. She reached for the fastening in his pants. He was wearing riding pants and not tights and it was easy to push them down. For a moment he disappeared from her, when he tore the pants off and threw them on the floor then he was back on top of her. His cock was pressing against her, and he seemed to be ready, trying to nudge her legs further apart.
Anna looked at him and shook her head lightly.
“I want to feel you first,” she said with a smile and ran a hand from his chest over his abdomen to his cock. He closed his eyes and breathed in hard when she reached it and gently started moving her hand.
“Anna, I want to...” he began.
“You will,” she said smilingly and could not help but move her hand over him a couple of more times before she led him to her opening. He thrusted inside of her, and Anna moaned, clutching him closely as he began to move.
She soon lost track of time. It could have been minutes or hours, afterwards she had no idea and only knew that it had felt like an eternity of bliss. All that existed was for her to take as much pleasure from his as possible and give him as much pleasure as possible in return.
All of her muscles seemed to tighten, and she could feel that she was close. She felt one of his hands move from her hip to her womanhood and the small pink button that he had been touching earlier. It only took a moment of him touching her there for her to come undone and she cried out his name and held on to him with both her arms and her legs not wanting to let go of him.
She felt thoroughly disappointed when he almost wrestled from her grip to spill himself on the sheet between her thighs. Anna looked at him pantingly. How had she been able to forget? She had asked him to be careful. It was only her luck, that he had remembered.