Her body was a masterpiece. Every inch was pure perfection. Every freckle. Every scar. Every hair.
The slaves couldn't shave, but she was still beautiful. I would get her out someday. She could be free again. I will make sure of it.
As the tunic I gave her slid slowly down her body, it seemed as if the clothing was a curtain revealing a famous painting. It revealed everything I lived for. Sennia.
The tunic dropped to the floor and she stepped out of it gingerly. She placed her hands on my chest and looked at me with her big black eyes.
I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers. She let out a gasp as my hand slid up her stomach and cupped her breast. My other hand wrapped around her lower back to pull her closer.
She moaned as her hand slid under my tunic and she slipped it off over my head. I grabbed her thigh and pulled it to my hip as she hooked her leg to my waist. She wrapped her arms around my neck and I pushed her back onto the bedroll.
She lay on the blanket with her hair pooling around her face. She was offering me her mind, body, and soul. The ultimate act of love.
I knelt down in front of her. I pushed her legs open gently and crawled on top of her to proceed with kissing her jaw down to her belly. I brought her leg over my shoulder and dipped down between her thighs.
She gasped and clenched the sheets, tossing and turning on the blankets. I grabbed her legs to keep her still as her hips bucked. Her back arched and with a final moan, she was undone.
I pulled back and kissed my way back up to her lips. Her legs wrapped around my waist again. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back for better access to her throat. I brushed the skin of her neck with my thumb lightly and kissed below her ear. Her hand had a death grip on my forearm. She gasped and moaned into my touch.
"Are you sure about this?" I whispered into her hair.
She nodded quickly at a loss for words. I slowly pushed into her. I would go at a pace that was comfortable for her. Her face twisted for a moment and I stopped for her to adjust.
I knew I was on the larger side. I could wait. I wasn't going to force my way into her when she was in pain. She let out a breath and nodded to keep going.
I went slowly at first to ensure her comfort and pleasure. I would get what I wanted, I would make sure she got what she wanted too. And first.
I thrust into her faster and she didn't interject. She pushed her hips upward for a better angle. I shifted and her breath hitched. There it is.
I pushed harder and faster. Her back was arching again as she moaned into my ear. She wriggled under me with every passing second. She clung to me for life. I nipped at her neck lightly.
I rolled over and she sat on top of me. Her eyes wide in surprise. I have to keep her on her toes. She bounced up and down with a purpose now. She stilled in the air, her mouth forming an "o". She was completely silent for all but two seconds. I pushed up into her and she was moaning again.
I grabbed her hips and crushed her down on mine. I sat up to meet her lips and she straddled my lap. In the heat of passion, I had silenced a groan into her chest as I released into her.
We sat on the ground regaining our breath when Lucius poked his head into the tent. Sennia covered herself with a yelp.
"Nice." Lucius said with a thumbs up.
Sennia grabbed a bowl and chucked it at him and he ducked back out of the tent, narrowly missing the bowl. Sennia looked back at me and laughed.
"Lucius was always a dick."