Author's Note: Well, you guys asked for it so here it is. Maybe now you'll be more careful what you wish for...
Again, Guy was late getting home, but when he did return, he returned with the beat of a galloping horse, the master even more barn-sour than the beast.
Hurriedly he unbridled Judas and removed his saddle and blanket. After seeing that the horse was put in his stable, Guy hastened back towards the house, his pace excited and brisk. Just the thought of being near Mariella again made his blood begin to boil with a hot passion. He entered the house, being sure to keep his steps soft, climbed the stairs, went to Mariella's door and, with the gentlest touch he could manage, opened it.
She was lying in her bed, but was still awake. She turned to see who was at her door. "Guy…" she said softly as her heart caught in her throat.
Modestly she pulled the covers over herself, but only moments before Guy had spied the bare skin of her shoulder, the exposure of her collarbone. Her hair was let down and flowed around her like a magnificent mane, wild and beautiful. Seeing her there so vulnerable and blushing, he suddenly lost his nerve. "I just wanted to make sure you'd arrived safely," he explained, "Excuse me if I disturbed you… Good night."
Just like that, he was gone again, leaving Mariella alone and disappointed.
Once again in his own chambers, Guy began to curse himself as he undressed. He cursed himself for wanting her so basely without provocation. He cursed himself for being so brash as to go to her room. He cursed himself for leaving. Most of all, he cursed himself for wanting her still.
By the time he had stripped down, Guy had calmed himself enough to have a hope of getting some sleep. He pulled back the covers on his bed and got in. The touch of the soft, cool linens felt comforting on his skin, but not enough so to ease his troubled mind. Lying on his back and staring at the ceiling, he began cursing himself all over again for his stupidity.
That was when he heard his door open.
Mariella entered to find Guy already situated in bed, his blankets only covering him from the waist down, leaving the upper half of his shapely body exposed.
She stepped inside and closed the door behind her. She was wearing that robe again…
"It's been lonely without you the past couple of days," Mariella whispered softly, "For this being your home you spend a lot time away from it."
"It's not easy to go, I assure you," Guy replied as his eyes slowly and unashamedly looked over every inch of her body, "Especially when I know I'm leaving you behind."
Mariella smiled slightly at such flattery but let it slip away again when she reminded herself of her situation. She crossed over and placed herself on the bed, lying on her side and gazing over at him, searching his face as if she could find his exact thoughts written there.
His eyes betrayed his desires all to easily and his chest rose and fell in a pattern distinct to only a select range of emotions, the sort that they had both been aching to more thoroughly explore. Mariella moved closer to him and placed a soft hand on his bare chest, the muscle so surprisingly firm that she felt her heart skip a beat. A nervous lump formed in her throat as her pulse began to quicken. She swallowed and tried to calm herself, but with Guy being so close that she could feel his body heat emanating off of him, it was a difficult task.
Guy put his lips to Mariella's and pulled her in to him, the reunion of their bodies easily reviving their suppressed passions.
All of Mariella's fears soon transformed into desire as Guy hungrily kissed her, taking a firm hold of her waist and bringing her on top of him.
Instinctually Mariella let her legs fall to either side of him as they continued to kiss. She felt a new phase of desire rise up within her stomach as she began to squirm around on top of him until she lured a rumbling growl from his throat. Guy began to push himself up, pushing Mariella up as he went so that they were now sitting, Mariella still straddling his lap.
Guy quickly found the sash that held closed that thin and annoying robe that hid Mariella from him. This was it. Their time had finally come. Previously speedy and passionate, here his hands all but stopped. Slowly he began to undo the knot in her sash. This change of pace inspired a longing groan from Mariella, which only made Guy lessen his speed further in prospects of heightening her eagerness. He wanted her to feel a longing that was stronger than any other she'd ever experienced.
The tie undone, a narrow gap formed to reveal a taunting slice of her body. Guy could now run a hand from her neck, down between her still hidden breasts, over her stomach until his touch could go no further, stopping at the pelvis.
Mariella moaned, relishing the calloused stroke of his hand on the soft expanses of her previously unexplored body.
Guy took both hands and circled them around to her back so that there was now nothing separating them as he pulled her in for another kiss, flesh against soft and heated flesh.
As his hands traveled frontward again, Mariella's pulse heightened. He may not have shown his enthusiasm as openly as Mariella, but she still sensed it. It was as if she could feel the throbbing of his heart as he stared into her eyes, she could smell his readiness steaming like vapors from his skin, she could taste his hunger in every kiss.
Guy moved his hands up her sides, feeling the smooth curves of her body as he traveled up, her robe parting more and more the further he rose.
Finally, her breasts revealed themselves. After taking a moment to feed his appetite with the mere sight of them, he lowered his head down pulled her closer so that she was now on her knees with Guy showering her modest yet supple attributes with delicate kisses. Mariella melted from the treatment, but her desire grew as Guy became more passionate in his expressions. With a rough force, he pulled her back down onto him and began to kiss every inch of her his mouth could find. As Mariella repositioned herself on top of him, she could now feel his definite longing for her beneath the sheets.
This unfamiliar desire scared her. She lifted herself up slightly so that she was no longer resting on his lap, only to let out a gasp when she found its absence turned out to be painful. Gingerly she lowered herself onto him again and felt him between her legs. Even through the thick blanket, she could feel the intimidating size of him. Oh, how she wanted it now!
Mariella slipped her arms out of the robe and let it fall to the ground. She was ready for him.
In response, Guy accepted this long-awaited invitation by grabbing her, bringing her to the side of him, and getting her under the covers with him now on top of her.
Guy pressed his lips to Mariella's in deep and sultry kiss, both breathing heavily as Guy settled himself between her thighs. Mariella propped her legs up and wrapped her arms around Guy, pulling him close to her as she braced herself for what was to come.
"Are you ready?" he huffed in her ear, smiling like a wolf in heat. Mariella could feel his anticipation tickling against the lips that yearned to have their first taste of sin.
"Yes," she breathed as she held him tighter, waiting anxiously for him to claim her.
He dipped his tip into her, as if to test the waters, then swiftly withdrew again, leaving Mariella breathless from this sampling of pleasure.
"Are you sure you want it?" he teased, his mouth playing at her ear.
"God, yes!" she cried as her back arched with impatience.
He put himself in a little deeper, but again left Mariella unsatisfied.
"Guy!" she pled, "Please! Just do it. Please, please, just do it, just do it."
Guy lowered his lips to Mariella's neck and began to kiss it fervently. Then, just as had been requested, he slid himself into her with a slick thrust.
In those few moments, the world stopped and Mariella's breath escaped her.
Guy let loose a single moan when he realized how perfectly she fit him, how extraordinary it felt to be inside of her at last.
He carefully withdrew himself only to reenter again with an increased gusto, and again and again he went.
The first few motions were strange and uncomfortable for Mariella, but with every new stroke came the realization of how wonderful he actually felt. Every thrust set her on fire, the next warmer than the last.
Guy soon began to gather speed and as lapses between every sparking strike closed, Mariella felt her fire begin to rage inside of her, lusting for more and more heat. Mariella was so crazed by her desire that she found herself digging her nails into Guy's back and then pulling them down in a loving scratch.
Guy grunted at the pain, but did not protest to it.
Instead, he only sped up again.
Mariella began to meet Guy's every motion, matching his rhythm and driving him so deep that she could feel the soft caress of his legacy's pouch telling her that he was in her to the hilt. It was the kind of penetration that made her whimper his name with muted cries of "Yes! Yes! Oh, God! Yes!"
Suddenly her greed for him began to consume her. Her speed began to outrun his.
Seeing that his partner would no longer be submissive to him, Guy turned over and set her on top of him, allowing her do all the pleasing she liked.
She rode him hot and heavy, her juices dripping down her thighs in a slippery excess. She could feel Guy stiffen even more as she began to work him. She could tell he was enjoying her. Now it was his turn to do the begging.
Of course, Guy would never voice his pleadings. He only grabbed her hips, closed his eyes, and began to push her on and off of him as quickly and as deeply as he could, the rhythmic creaking of the bed accompanying his occasional pleasured grunts.
While this marvelous bedroom symphony was reaching its crescendo, Mariella had to stop herself from crying out from this incredible experience. This secret could not leave the room. She could only manage a suppressed shriek. Everything within her was on the verge of bursting.
Then she felt it.
It was pounding at her entrance like an oncoming storm, begging, screaming, demanding to be unleashed. She had just enough warning to collapse down, hide her face in a pillow, and scream a muffled ecstasy, her body tensing on top of Guy's as the wave coursed through her. Her breath became uneven, her head spun, and her womanhood tingled.
Mariella's began to thank every part of Guy she could land her lips on. Her body went slack and she rolled herself off from atop Guy, who quickly assumed the dominant position once more.
At first, she began to wearily protest, but as he began to pulse himself in and out of her once again, she quickly regained her will to go on. She wanted more.
Their sticky bodies were beginning to mingle now. Guy kissed her as his speed began to peak. In those moments where Mariella could no longer tell who started or ended where, she felt that they weren't just two bodies writhing together, connected by sensual pleasure and lust. They were intertwined, heart, body, and soul. They were one being.
Then came Guy's final thrust and suddenly Mariella felt her body go numb with another wave. Both cried out in succession and their lips broke away from each other, leaving them panting as they reveled in their success.
Guy returned his lips to Mariella's as soon he was of mind to and then pulled away again, his body shaking from exhaustion.
"Wow…" Mariella sighed as she grabbed his hips and pulled him in deeper, savoring his length within her.
"Yeah…" Guy agreed as he helped her by driving himself in a little further, making her shudder and quiver one last time, "Wow."