"More than you could know." I answered, taking one of his hands in mine and guiding it up my thigh. My words we punctuated by my wetness and this seemed to be all the encouragement Dorian needed.
Before I knew what was happening we were both fully naked and I was lying on my back in his bed. Dorian's lips were devouring my body; starting at my neck and moving quickly down to tease my nipples. I could feel how hard he was getting against me as his teeth lightly caressed my nipple causing me to whimper unintentionally with ecstasy and arch my hips towards him, my body screaming for him to come inside. Dorian placed a hand on my hip and forced me back against the bed, obviously enjoying the power he wielded over me in this moment. If could have, I'm sure he would have spent hours torturing me with his pleasurable techniques. As it was though, I could see the hungry look in his eyes and I knew that he wanted this just as much as I did. I wondered momentarily his long it had been since he had had sex. It had been over a month since we were last together and I knew he had told me he would wait for me to make my decision about our relationship, but I didn't know if that meant he would be abstaining while I was figuring out what to do. I decided after a minute that it wasn't worth thinking about. The gentry were extremely sexual, and Dorian was no exception. What, or who, he did while we were broken up didn't matter. At least not right now. I'd leave that discussion for later. Right now I didn't want to think of anything but pleasing and being pleased.
My thoughts were returned to the present by Dorian's sudden departure from the bed. He swiftly walked over to his dresser and pulled something out of an ornate box sitting on top of it. He returned to the bed and I saw that he had retrieved a long, black cord like the ones we used to have fun with. I smiled up at his beautiful face. How could I have doubted his feelings for so long? How could I have denied mine? Now that I wasn't suppressing them anymore, my emotions for Dorian were on the brink of overwhelming. I wanted nothing more than to believe that my life could end up being the happy fairytale; where the fairy queen falls in love with the fairy king and they live happily ever after with their two beautiful twins, possibly more one day, who knows. It was an impossible wish. I knew there was no way that I could tell Dorian about Isaac and Ivy, let alone bring them here so that we could be one big happy family. It was just nice to imagine, even if only for a moment.
Dorian climbed on top of me, pinning my arms above my head with one hand and deftly weaving the cord around them with the other. His throbbing erection was inches from my face and I lifted my head slightly so that I could kiss his flesh. His binding paused momentarily and he shifted his positioning so that I could reach more of him with my mouth. My tongue went to work teasing him, and I could actually feel him grow harder as i planted hot, wet kisses up and down his shaft. He finished thong me up and, having enough of my teasing, tilted my head back and plunged inside of my mouth as deep as he could until I gagged. He slowly pulled back, and then entered again, tangling his fingers in my hair as he guided me. I had my eyes closed, letting my other senses take over and focus on how his body felt with mine, and when I opened them again I saw him staring down at me as if I were the most amazing, beautiful thing in the world. I had seen this look before dozens of times when we had sex. Dorian had a way of making you feel like you were the only person on the world capable of bringing him this much pleasure, but there was something else. Something I hadn't been before, or hadn't wanted to see. There was love in his expression. Pure, untainted love. It was shocking and beautiful and it almost made me tear up right there. Now that the pregnancy was over and I was, for the most part, in control of my own emotions again though I was able to stop myself. Instead I just smiled; as well as could with him using my mouth for his own purposes.
Dorian tightened his grip on my hair, pulling my head back against the pillow. He reluctantly pulled himself out of mouth, tracing the head of his shaft over my lips, down to my breasts, across my hips... I licked my lips and looked at him pleadingly.
"Are you planning on ending my suffering anytime soon?" I asked, immediately regretting it. Dorian looked up at me and smiled playfully.
"My dear, your suffering hasn't even begun yet." He emphasized this statement by tracing his fingers along my hips and inner thigh, being careful not to touch me the one place I was dying it. I usually loved Dorian's kinky foreplay. It was a playful lead up to an extraordinary finish, but it had been so long since I'd had any form of intimacy, aside from the one encounter the last time we were together, that I really couldn't take much more of this.
"Please?" I begged, hoping that he was craving it just as much as I was. "There will be plenty of time for your theatrics after dinner. And before breakfast." I gave him a look that communicated that I definitely wasn't kidding about this.
He sighed, out of disappointment or relief I couldn't be sure. Either way he wasted no time in unraveling my restraints and pulling me up into a position so that I was situated on his lap. I crossed my legs around his waist and gently lowered myself down onto his expecting member. We both let out ecstatic moans, unable to contain our delight as I moved up and down in his lap, revising every moment that I felt him long and hard inside of me. One of Dorian's hands caressed my breast, the other clasping my hip, guiding the speed and angle of my thrusts. I lowered my lips to his, kissing him with an unrealized amount of passion. My hands were lost in that beautiful auburn hair, roughly directing his mouth from my lips to my breasts as I felt my excitement swell up inside me. Our movements became faster and harder, Dorian now in almost full control of my actions as I got closer to my breaking point. Every motion made me almost shriek with anticipation and I could feel Dorian beginning to tremble as he too neared his end. I felt every inch of him inside of me, touching every part of me. Sitting on top of him the way I was made it so that he could go incredibly deep and at angles that made me want to scream with joy and I hoped, not for the first time, that the stone of these castle walls was soundproof. When I was sure I was merely seconds away from coming, I brought my lips to Dorian's ear and whispered something before finally succumbing to bliss. Dorian's body tensed and his grip on my waist tightened as he too lost control.
We stayed wrapped up in each other's arms for a moment, our bodies too wracked with pleasure to move. Finally, I removed myself from his lap and laid back on the bed to rest. Dorian lay down beside me and a turned to rest my head on his muscular chest. He wrapped his arms around me and pulling me tightly to him whispered "I love you too."
Please R&R. There will be more soon.