Warning: This chapter for mature audiences only. If you are uncomfortable
with explicit content, please do not read this.
Disclaiminer: I do not own Jareth or Sarah, but they seem to be getting along JUST FINE without me! (Tee-hee!)
Chapter 14
Sarah lifted her head and blinked at her surroundings. Jareth had transported both of them back to his bedroom. All her nervousness returned as he set her on her feet and looked down at her with a smile that promised a very long night indeed. He slipped off his coat and let it fall carelessly to the floor.
Sarah took a step back.
"Um.a glass of wine would be lovely," Sarah said. She had to stall. She wasn't ready for this - ready for HIM. She needed fortification. Pronto.
Jareth looked at his queen. She seemed suddenly innocent and vulnerable, standing in her wedding dress and looking at him with those huge eyes. Her dark curls had already started to tumble loose from the bands that held them and her skin was flushed against the white of her gown. The thought that he could touch such beauty and that she was actually his for eternity was almost more wonderful than he could bear.
"Of course," he said and produced a glass, filled with red liquid. Sarah wasn't really certain what she was thinking, but she inched over to where she knew the door would be, slowly sipping her wine. Her back came into contact with the wall and she felt for the door handle. Hmm. That was funny. She could have sworn there was a door here. She glanced over her shoulder surreptitiously and saw to her horror that there was no door. Nothing but stone.
"I thought we could do with a bit of privacy," Jareth said silkily, taking one step toward Sarah.
Looking around the room again, Sarah saw that in fact a number of things had changed. What had once been the doorway to her bedroom was now an open archway. Peering into the room beyond, Sarah could see that there wasn't even a bed in there. Instead, it appeared that the room had been converted to some sort of dressing room or study. So she would be sharing the Goblin King's bed on a full-time basis then. Oh.
Oh my, oh my, oh my.
Jareth continued to advance on her. Sarah's eyes grew even more enormous and she downed the rest of her wine in a single gulp. He gently pried the empty glass from her fingers and set it aside.
"Shh. I won't hurt you," he whispered. Her heart beat faster at the tenderness in his words.
Jareth cupped her face in his hands and lifted her chin so that they were looking directly into each other's eyes. His gaze was so intense, Sarah felt like he could see straight into her center. Jareth bent his head toward hers with agonizing slowness. His kiss was deceptively gentle. The moment he felt Sarah relax, he slid his arms around her and pulled her to him roughly. Sarah gave a surprised exclamation as his grip hardened and he lifted her onto the bed. She tried to wriggle out of his grasp to no avail.
"Oh no, love. You're mine now," Jareth laughed as he tossed her onto the covers.
Sarah looked up at him from her tangled position on the pillows and felt a wave of determination wash through her.
"I believe that works both ways," she purred, giving him her best seductive smile.
Jareth was momentarily speechless. He hadn't really thought of it that way. On second thought, he didn't mind. No, he didn't mind at all. Not that he was about to admit that to his wife.
Plus it was really too much to ask that he control himself when Sarah was smiling at him like that.
Without warning, he pounced.
Sarah had no idea what had happened except that somehow she was now pinned underneath a seethingly passionate Goblin King. What was even stranger was that she couldn't bring herself to be all that upset about it.
Jareth's fingers tangled in Sarah's hair, freeing her dark tresses from the bands that held them. He relished the cool texture against his face as he breathed in her scent. He didn't know what she smelled like - starlight? Summer? All he knew was that he needed more. He wanted to consume her until she was so much a part of him that she would always be with him.
His mouth dove toward that incredibly sensitive spot in the hollow of her throat that Sarah had previously never known existed. As he started to nibble on her gently, Sarah felt her whole body shudder and tingle with the most unsettling sensations. In fact, she could do little else except arch her body against his and moan softly. Finally she couldn't take it any more and started shrieking and giggling.
"Oh Jareth! No, ack!- that TICKLES!!"
But it was so much more than a tickle. Her whole body crackled with energy as he increased the pressure of his nibbling ever so slightly, still holding her down to the bed. She thought she would faint. She thought she would die. If he stopped, she would kill him.
Jareth had no intention of stopping. He pulled Sarah to a sitting position and then shifted behind her so that she was sitting on his lap. He threw his leg over both of hers and wrapped one strong arm around her waist and started undoing the fastenings of her dress. She groaned in protest until he found that delicious spot on her neck again. After that Sarah wasn't capable of much more than an occasional sigh of pleasure and a good deal of trembling. Finally, she wrenched herself away from his grip. Jareth was ready to yank her back, but instead of bolting across the room as he was expecting, his wife turned in his lap and leaned in to kiss him.
He was at a loss. The most beautiful, heavenly creature in the entire world was twining her arms around him and crushing her mouth against his. Sarah's eyes practically glowed with mischief as she pressed her husband back into the pillows and lowered herself on top of him. Jareth had managed to loosen the fastenings on her gown, which was now riding dangerously low over her breasts and shoulders. Her dark curls formed a silken curtain around them as she claimed his lips again and started a torturously slow exploration of his mouth with her tongue. Jareth moaned, completely swept away by his need for her. That sensual nymph he had just married must be out to kill him with pleasure. Not that he was one to complain.
Sarah knew only that a strange ache was sweeping through her body, settling with almost painful clarity in her nether regions. She wanted her husband. She wanted Jareth. And she could hardly believe her good luck that the man she wanted so happened to be the man laying beneath her, moaning into her mouth. Something strange and primal gripped her and she found that her fingers had somehow divested Jareth of his vest and that her hands were tearing at the buttons on his shirt without any thought to saving the fabric. The important thing seemed to be the muscular chest heaving beneath the fabric.
Not one to give over the advantage, Jareth snatched Sarah to his chest and rolled her beneath him. She looked up at him with a surprised gasp, but he only chuckled and eased her gown lower, exposing the perfect white skin of her breasts and stomach. Gods but she was a gorgeous woman. The fabric of Sarah's gown wedged firmly over her arms, holding them to her sides. Jareth took advantage of the moment to feast on her nipple. As soon as she felt his mouth close over her breast, Sarah gave a cry and frantically tried to free herself from the sleeves of her gown. She had to touch him, had to bring him even closer. Jareth only grinned at her and remained decidedly unhelpful, preferring instead to explore the range of her reaction to his tongue as it flicked over that sensitive, erect little bud.
He leaned back for a split second to admire the effects of his handiwork and Sarah leaped at her chance. Within an instant, she released herself of the top of her gown and slid Jareth's shirt off of his shoulders. She sucked in her breath at the sight of his chest. He was slender, but muscled. There was no mistaking the sinewy power in those shoulders and biceps. Hoo boy.
Jareth only smiled at her. And removed his gloves.
Slowly, he reached out and traced the curve of her jaw with his fingers.
Both of their eyes flew wide in amazement at the power of the current that passed between them. Much of Jareth's magic lay in his hands and he knew that skin-on-skin contact would have some effect on whomever he touched. He simply hadn't expected to be nearly bowled over by the force flowing back at him from the woman sitting on his bed.
After a moment, Sarah managed to regain enough of her senses to speak.
"What was that?" she whispered, eyes still open in shock.
"Mmmmph." was all Jareth managed to get out before he fell on her, sliding her gown over her hips. He relished the sight of her slender waist and long legs exposed to his view. Impatiently he tore at her lace underwear and sheer stockings. He didn't want to miss even so much as an inch of her perfect, soft skin.
Sarah felt his bare hands on her thighs, unfastening her stockings and promptly lost her senses again. Whatever energy was flowing through his fingertips only served to heighten her every sensation. As the fastenings came loose in his hands, his fingers intimately trailed up and down her bare leg, moving a little higher with each stroke until her breath was coming in short gasps
Once Sarah was completely naked beneath him, Jareth changed his slow strokes to cover the length of her body, worshipping the beauty he held in his hands. Just looking at her was enough to make him suck in his breath. Never had a woman had such a profound effect on him. His desire for her was so strong it bordered on violence, but his heart ached to be close to her - not just her body, but the person she was. This was the first time Jareth had ever desired .friendship.with anyone.
In that moment he wanted to pleasure his wife beyond her wildest dreams. With a sly smile, he replaced his hands on her legs with his mouth. As if to memorize her every curve with his tongue, Jareth traced a line of fire up over the arch of her calf, pausing to nuzzle the hollow of her knee and then moving his lips.inch.by.inch...up the inside of her thigh.
Sarah let out a startled cry as his mouth found her center. No one had ever touched her that way before. His tongue was so intimate, so warm. And then there was that strange, golden energy kept flowing from his every touch straight into her core. Her pleasure was so exquisite it was as if she were a flower opening beneath him. Whatever was building inside her was enough to make her entire body tremble violently. Already, a rosy flush covered her from head to toe and she could hear her own voice crying out, begging Jareth not to stop, begging him for.she didn't even know what. Whatever she wanted, if Jareth didn't give it to her, she was going to go completely mad.
Jareth groaned into her sweetness, thrilled at the response he had elicited. He wanted to devour her until they both died of it. He reached out and clamped her wrists to her sides while he teased her mercilessly, bringing her closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy without allowing her to lose herself over the edge. A sinister chuckle was his only response as Sarah simultaneously cursed him and pleaded with him. He flicked his tongue ever so softly over her, building her torment until she was screaming with it. Her body arched up to meet him, perfectly still for a split second before the heat that had settled in the center of her body broke over her in wave after exquisite wave. Her nails raked across his shoulders as she gave herself up to the shuddering pleasure of her release.
Sarah lay helplessly dazed across the sheets, still wrapped in the golden light that seemed to emanate from Jareth as he moved his hands up over her arms, pulling her into the curve of his body. Jareth was unaware that his wife had recovered until he felt an insistent pair of hands at the front of his pants, trying without much success to slide them down over his legs. Jareth simply stood and let them drop to the floor. Sarah's eyes widened noticeably as she saw her husband naked for the first time. She tried to move her mouth to speak only to find that it was already hanging open. Wreathed in candlelight he looked like some pale, perfect god.
Jareth's face broke into a slow smile at her expression. The smile melted in surprise as he felt her hands wrap around his hips and pull him to her. Suddenly she rose to her knees on the bed, running her slender fingers over his hips and back. He had never known that his body could be so sensitive! Every nerve ending flamed to life as her hands skimmed over his flesh. Sarah pressed the entire length of her body to his, gazing up into his eyes intently before branding him hers with a slow, intimate kiss. He jolted as her soft hands boldly stroked him, pressing his hardness to her soft, yielding body.
Jareth groaned in helpless ecstasy as her caresses became more demanding. Sarah may have had little experience, but that didn't stop her enjoyment of the power of desire that she seemed to wield over her husband. She could hardly believe that her touch made him react like THAT. She smiled to herself as she felt his whole body start to tremble.
Jareth pulled away from her, knowing at any second that he would completely lose control of himself. Sarah looked up at him with anxious eyes and more than a little fear. Had she done something wrong? The look on his face had suddenly grown so.dark. Jareth had never looked quite that dangerous before and Sarah was acutely aware that she was naked in a room with a powerful sorcerer who was looking ready to do something drastic.
For a moment, they both remained perfectly still, eyes locked, the only sound in the room their ragged breathing. Then with an animal snarl, Jareth engulfed Sarah in his embrace, covering her with passionate kisses. He wanted to bite her, to leave his mark on her tender skin. His hands bruised her back and hips, so tightly did her press her to him. Nothing he could do would ever bring her close enough to satisfy his need for her. Sarah responded in kind, clinging to him, tasting him everywhere with her lips and tongue. Her hands traveled the length of him, exploring every line and sinew, frantic and grasping with urgency. The compelling thread of power that had been humming between them all night erupted into a force so powerful it threatened to sweep both of them away completely.
Jareth tossed Sarah onto the pillows, his arms locking her against him and moved his hardness up her thigh, closer to her womanhood. He wanted her so badly, he was actually shaking with it. There was nothing that would make him happier than to sheath himself in her and take her in one swift, rough stroke. When he heard Sarah's small cry of fear, he wrestled himself back to reason.
First he counted to ten.
Then Jareth looked down at his wife's anxious face and let his breath out in a long, controlled whoosh.
"Love, .my beautiful Sarah, ." he breathed. Instantly, his touch gentled and he cradled his trembling, young bride against his chest.
Sarah was not a virgin. Years ago, when she had still thought there might be a chance of responding to the young men that pursued her, she had tried having sex once. It had hurt. The young man she had been with hadn't been cruel, but he hadn't been gentle. She had been even more saddened by the experience when she found that she still felt nothing.
Jareth looked down at Sarah with concern. Although he would never confess it to her, thanks to his crystals he was well aware of how little pleasure Sarah had experienced in her attempt at physical intimacy. He hadn't been able to bear watching her with her lover in the act, but he would never forget the sight of the tears that had streaked her face when she had finally found a safe place to cry afterwards. That wounded look hadn't left her eyes for months. He had wanted to kill the boy who had hurt her.
"Sarah, look at me," he said, turning her face toward his. The sad, frightened look in her eyes was enough to break his heart.
"You have my word. I won't harm you," he murmured gently. After a moment of simply holding her close, he lifted himself up and moved so that he was once again resting against her. Her hesitancy had done nothing to dampen his desire, but he was determined to make this night one she would remember with pleasure. He pressed himself further towards her center, feeling her tense at his touch. Instead of easing the pressure, he leaned down and kissed her softly, gentle hands running over her body, twining in her hair.
"Trust me." he whispered.
Sarah shivered as his warm breath played across her ear. With an aching slowness, she felt herself opening to him, taking him in. She gave a little moan and Jareth slanted his lips over hers, easing her pain with the sweetness of his mouth. As if she had been lost in a desert for weeks, Sarah drank him in, relishing the sweet warmth of his tongue caressing her. Bit by bit, her body yielded to him, her softness closing around him like a glove.
Jareth felt Sarah's surrender and nearly lost his mind again. That glorious little minx was almost more than he could handle. He gripped himself with a steely self-control and started to move inside her, gently, teasingly. Sarah whimpered under him, the pain of penetration giving away to something else altogether. Jareth ran his hands up and down her curves, pressing himself more tightly to her. Tenderly he increased the tempo of his strokes, his tongue and hands bringing Sarah's body to rippling life.
Sarah started to respond, writhing beneath her husband and tangling her limbs around him. Soon, she was moving with him, her hips catching his rhythm as the two of them sealed their bond in the most ancient ritual of all. Never in her wildest dreams had she expected to feel such a delight, such a closeness. Only minutes ago, Jareth had been her adversary - her husband as well, but still someone she had little reason to trust. In that moment, she felt such a connection it was as if his heartbeat sang in her own blood. Unable to help herself, Sarah moaned his name and smiled up into his eyes.
The smile undid Jareth. He drove himself into Sarah with an urgency born of thousands of years of loneliness. He had never known how truly alone he'd been until she had come to the Underground. Closeness was new for him. Hell, love was new for him and he knew now how frighteningly deep his love was for the woman who lay in his arms. And ah, gods, she was finally his. He cradled Sarah close, crushing her breasts to his chest as his lips found hers.
The pleasure building between them was racing toward a peak and Jareth knew he wouldn't be able to hold himself back long. Sarah, who had been twisting and bucking beneath him, suddenly went taunt and still. In an instant she was screaming her release and he finally let himself go, nearly drowning in the exquisite sensations that broke over his body. His voice felt hoarse as he whispered her name and then he realized that he too had been crying out. He collapsed, shuddering with bliss.
When Jareth was able to move again, he curved his body around his wife, enveloping her with his warmth. What he had experienced with her was beyond words and he felt somehow humbled by it. Before she had entered his world, he had always been the one in control, pleasuring himself with his partners but maintaining some distance from them. He had never needed anyone before. He knew in that moment that he never wanted to imagine life without Sarah ever again. How he had lived so long without her in the first place was beyond him.
Her heartbeat finally slowing to a manageable thunder, Sarah crept back to the world of clear thought. Jareth was holding her protectively, possessively. She had no idea if she was in heaven or hell, but she was certain of one thing: she was completely confused. Making love to Jareth had left her feeling.well, happy. HAPPY?! He was supposed to be cruel, wasn't he? She had expected him to be rough with her - at the very least to gloat that he finally had her in his power and could take his revenge on her for defeating him by using her as he saw fit. Instead, she had found herself in the arms of a man who had gone out of his way not to hurt her. Well, that wasn't entirely accurate. Actually, she had found herself in the arms of a man who seemed hell-bent on living up to her wildest dreams.
She started as one slender, ungloved hand stroked lightly through her tangled hair. What was that weird sparking sensation she got every time he touched her? It wasn't unpleasant, rather quite the opposite really, but Sarah still found it unnerving. It felt like.when he touched her, he was somehow touching more than just her skin or her hair. She felt like he was touching her, somehow reaching into - what? Her essence? To say that he was touching her soul sounded cheesy even to Sarah, but she couldn't quite shake the feeling that putting it that way might actually be closest to the truth.
Sarah couldn't resist snuggling closer and Jareth felt his heart leap for joy as she pressed herself to him. All in all, the events of the day had given him a great deal of hope for their future together. He wasn't quite ready to let Sarah know how powerfully she affected him, but he thought her feelings for him might be growing.
Jareth slid one leg over both of hers and tightened his arms around his now sleeping queen. The power he felt flowing from her body settled over him like a golden haze. Ah yes. She was as powerful as he was. He found that thought disturbing. No one in his entire kingdom had ever had power equal to his own. How his young, beautiful bride had managed to acquire it was a mystery he was determined to solve as well. He would have to do some .research in the morning. But that would be the morning. For now, he was content to hold the woman of his dreams as if he would never let her go.
He smiled at that. Of course he would never let her go.
Disclaiminer: I do not own Jareth or Sarah, but they seem to be getting along JUST FINE without me! (Tee-hee!)
Chapter 14
Sarah lifted her head and blinked at her surroundings. Jareth had transported both of them back to his bedroom. All her nervousness returned as he set her on her feet and looked down at her with a smile that promised a very long night indeed. He slipped off his coat and let it fall carelessly to the floor.
Sarah took a step back.
"Um.a glass of wine would be lovely," Sarah said. She had to stall. She wasn't ready for this - ready for HIM. She needed fortification. Pronto.
Jareth looked at his queen. She seemed suddenly innocent and vulnerable, standing in her wedding dress and looking at him with those huge eyes. Her dark curls had already started to tumble loose from the bands that held them and her skin was flushed against the white of her gown. The thought that he could touch such beauty and that she was actually his for eternity was almost more wonderful than he could bear.
"Of course," he said and produced a glass, filled with red liquid. Sarah wasn't really certain what she was thinking, but she inched over to where she knew the door would be, slowly sipping her wine. Her back came into contact with the wall and she felt for the door handle. Hmm. That was funny. She could have sworn there was a door here. She glanced over her shoulder surreptitiously and saw to her horror that there was no door. Nothing but stone.
"I thought we could do with a bit of privacy," Jareth said silkily, taking one step toward Sarah.
Looking around the room again, Sarah saw that in fact a number of things had changed. What had once been the doorway to her bedroom was now an open archway. Peering into the room beyond, Sarah could see that there wasn't even a bed in there. Instead, it appeared that the room had been converted to some sort of dressing room or study. So she would be sharing the Goblin King's bed on a full-time basis then. Oh.
Oh my, oh my, oh my.
Jareth continued to advance on her. Sarah's eyes grew even more enormous and she downed the rest of her wine in a single gulp. He gently pried the empty glass from her fingers and set it aside.
"Shh. I won't hurt you," he whispered. Her heart beat faster at the tenderness in his words.
Jareth cupped her face in his hands and lifted her chin so that they were looking directly into each other's eyes. His gaze was so intense, Sarah felt like he could see straight into her center. Jareth bent his head toward hers with agonizing slowness. His kiss was deceptively gentle. The moment he felt Sarah relax, he slid his arms around her and pulled her to him roughly. Sarah gave a surprised exclamation as his grip hardened and he lifted her onto the bed. She tried to wriggle out of his grasp to no avail.
"Oh no, love. You're mine now," Jareth laughed as he tossed her onto the covers.
Sarah looked up at him from her tangled position on the pillows and felt a wave of determination wash through her.
"I believe that works both ways," she purred, giving him her best seductive smile.
Jareth was momentarily speechless. He hadn't really thought of it that way. On second thought, he didn't mind. No, he didn't mind at all. Not that he was about to admit that to his wife.
Plus it was really too much to ask that he control himself when Sarah was smiling at him like that.
Without warning, he pounced.
Sarah had no idea what had happened except that somehow she was now pinned underneath a seethingly passionate Goblin King. What was even stranger was that she couldn't bring herself to be all that upset about it.
Jareth's fingers tangled in Sarah's hair, freeing her dark tresses from the bands that held them. He relished the cool texture against his face as he breathed in her scent. He didn't know what she smelled like - starlight? Summer? All he knew was that he needed more. He wanted to consume her until she was so much a part of him that she would always be with him.
His mouth dove toward that incredibly sensitive spot in the hollow of her throat that Sarah had previously never known existed. As he started to nibble on her gently, Sarah felt her whole body shudder and tingle with the most unsettling sensations. In fact, she could do little else except arch her body against his and moan softly. Finally she couldn't take it any more and started shrieking and giggling.
"Oh Jareth! No, ack!- that TICKLES!!"
But it was so much more than a tickle. Her whole body crackled with energy as he increased the pressure of his nibbling ever so slightly, still holding her down to the bed. She thought she would faint. She thought she would die. If he stopped, she would kill him.
Jareth had no intention of stopping. He pulled Sarah to a sitting position and then shifted behind her so that she was sitting on his lap. He threw his leg over both of hers and wrapped one strong arm around her waist and started undoing the fastenings of her dress. She groaned in protest until he found that delicious spot on her neck again. After that Sarah wasn't capable of much more than an occasional sigh of pleasure and a good deal of trembling. Finally, she wrenched herself away from his grip. Jareth was ready to yank her back, but instead of bolting across the room as he was expecting, his wife turned in his lap and leaned in to kiss him.
He was at a loss. The most beautiful, heavenly creature in the entire world was twining her arms around him and crushing her mouth against his. Sarah's eyes practically glowed with mischief as she pressed her husband back into the pillows and lowered herself on top of him. Jareth had managed to loosen the fastenings on her gown, which was now riding dangerously low over her breasts and shoulders. Her dark curls formed a silken curtain around them as she claimed his lips again and started a torturously slow exploration of his mouth with her tongue. Jareth moaned, completely swept away by his need for her. That sensual nymph he had just married must be out to kill him with pleasure. Not that he was one to complain.
Sarah knew only that a strange ache was sweeping through her body, settling with almost painful clarity in her nether regions. She wanted her husband. She wanted Jareth. And she could hardly believe her good luck that the man she wanted so happened to be the man laying beneath her, moaning into her mouth. Something strange and primal gripped her and she found that her fingers had somehow divested Jareth of his vest and that her hands were tearing at the buttons on his shirt without any thought to saving the fabric. The important thing seemed to be the muscular chest heaving beneath the fabric.
Not one to give over the advantage, Jareth snatched Sarah to his chest and rolled her beneath him. She looked up at him with a surprised gasp, but he only chuckled and eased her gown lower, exposing the perfect white skin of her breasts and stomach. Gods but she was a gorgeous woman. The fabric of Sarah's gown wedged firmly over her arms, holding them to her sides. Jareth took advantage of the moment to feast on her nipple. As soon as she felt his mouth close over her breast, Sarah gave a cry and frantically tried to free herself from the sleeves of her gown. She had to touch him, had to bring him even closer. Jareth only grinned at her and remained decidedly unhelpful, preferring instead to explore the range of her reaction to his tongue as it flicked over that sensitive, erect little bud.
He leaned back for a split second to admire the effects of his handiwork and Sarah leaped at her chance. Within an instant, she released herself of the top of her gown and slid Jareth's shirt off of his shoulders. She sucked in her breath at the sight of his chest. He was slender, but muscled. There was no mistaking the sinewy power in those shoulders and biceps. Hoo boy.
Jareth only smiled at her. And removed his gloves.
Slowly, he reached out and traced the curve of her jaw with his fingers.
Both of their eyes flew wide in amazement at the power of the current that passed between them. Much of Jareth's magic lay in his hands and he knew that skin-on-skin contact would have some effect on whomever he touched. He simply hadn't expected to be nearly bowled over by the force flowing back at him from the woman sitting on his bed.
After a moment, Sarah managed to regain enough of her senses to speak.
"What was that?" she whispered, eyes still open in shock.
"Mmmmph." was all Jareth managed to get out before he fell on her, sliding her gown over her hips. He relished the sight of her slender waist and long legs exposed to his view. Impatiently he tore at her lace underwear and sheer stockings. He didn't want to miss even so much as an inch of her perfect, soft skin.
Sarah felt his bare hands on her thighs, unfastening her stockings and promptly lost her senses again. Whatever energy was flowing through his fingertips only served to heighten her every sensation. As the fastenings came loose in his hands, his fingers intimately trailed up and down her bare leg, moving a little higher with each stroke until her breath was coming in short gasps
Once Sarah was completely naked beneath him, Jareth changed his slow strokes to cover the length of her body, worshipping the beauty he held in his hands. Just looking at her was enough to make him suck in his breath. Never had a woman had such a profound effect on him. His desire for her was so strong it bordered on violence, but his heart ached to be close to her - not just her body, but the person she was. This was the first time Jareth had ever desired .friendship.with anyone.
In that moment he wanted to pleasure his wife beyond her wildest dreams. With a sly smile, he replaced his hands on her legs with his mouth. As if to memorize her every curve with his tongue, Jareth traced a line of fire up over the arch of her calf, pausing to nuzzle the hollow of her knee and then moving his lips.inch.by.inch...up the inside of her thigh.
Sarah let out a startled cry as his mouth found her center. No one had ever touched her that way before. His tongue was so intimate, so warm. And then there was that strange, golden energy kept flowing from his every touch straight into her core. Her pleasure was so exquisite it was as if she were a flower opening beneath him. Whatever was building inside her was enough to make her entire body tremble violently. Already, a rosy flush covered her from head to toe and she could hear her own voice crying out, begging Jareth not to stop, begging him for.she didn't even know what. Whatever she wanted, if Jareth didn't give it to her, she was going to go completely mad.
Jareth groaned into her sweetness, thrilled at the response he had elicited. He wanted to devour her until they both died of it. He reached out and clamped her wrists to her sides while he teased her mercilessly, bringing her closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy without allowing her to lose herself over the edge. A sinister chuckle was his only response as Sarah simultaneously cursed him and pleaded with him. He flicked his tongue ever so softly over her, building her torment until she was screaming with it. Her body arched up to meet him, perfectly still for a split second before the heat that had settled in the center of her body broke over her in wave after exquisite wave. Her nails raked across his shoulders as she gave herself up to the shuddering pleasure of her release.
Sarah lay helplessly dazed across the sheets, still wrapped in the golden light that seemed to emanate from Jareth as he moved his hands up over her arms, pulling her into the curve of his body. Jareth was unaware that his wife had recovered until he felt an insistent pair of hands at the front of his pants, trying without much success to slide them down over his legs. Jareth simply stood and let them drop to the floor. Sarah's eyes widened noticeably as she saw her husband naked for the first time. She tried to move her mouth to speak only to find that it was already hanging open. Wreathed in candlelight he looked like some pale, perfect god.
Jareth's face broke into a slow smile at her expression. The smile melted in surprise as he felt her hands wrap around his hips and pull him to her. Suddenly she rose to her knees on the bed, running her slender fingers over his hips and back. He had never known that his body could be so sensitive! Every nerve ending flamed to life as her hands skimmed over his flesh. Sarah pressed the entire length of her body to his, gazing up into his eyes intently before branding him hers with a slow, intimate kiss. He jolted as her soft hands boldly stroked him, pressing his hardness to her soft, yielding body.
Jareth groaned in helpless ecstasy as her caresses became more demanding. Sarah may have had little experience, but that didn't stop her enjoyment of the power of desire that she seemed to wield over her husband. She could hardly believe that her touch made him react like THAT. She smiled to herself as she felt his whole body start to tremble.
Jareth pulled away from her, knowing at any second that he would completely lose control of himself. Sarah looked up at him with anxious eyes and more than a little fear. Had she done something wrong? The look on his face had suddenly grown so.dark. Jareth had never looked quite that dangerous before and Sarah was acutely aware that she was naked in a room with a powerful sorcerer who was looking ready to do something drastic.
For a moment, they both remained perfectly still, eyes locked, the only sound in the room their ragged breathing. Then with an animal snarl, Jareth engulfed Sarah in his embrace, covering her with passionate kisses. He wanted to bite her, to leave his mark on her tender skin. His hands bruised her back and hips, so tightly did her press her to him. Nothing he could do would ever bring her close enough to satisfy his need for her. Sarah responded in kind, clinging to him, tasting him everywhere with her lips and tongue. Her hands traveled the length of him, exploring every line and sinew, frantic and grasping with urgency. The compelling thread of power that had been humming between them all night erupted into a force so powerful it threatened to sweep both of them away completely.
Jareth tossed Sarah onto the pillows, his arms locking her against him and moved his hardness up her thigh, closer to her womanhood. He wanted her so badly, he was actually shaking with it. There was nothing that would make him happier than to sheath himself in her and take her in one swift, rough stroke. When he heard Sarah's small cry of fear, he wrestled himself back to reason.
First he counted to ten.
Then Jareth looked down at his wife's anxious face and let his breath out in a long, controlled whoosh.
"Love, .my beautiful Sarah, ." he breathed. Instantly, his touch gentled and he cradled his trembling, young bride against his chest.
Sarah was not a virgin. Years ago, when she had still thought there might be a chance of responding to the young men that pursued her, she had tried having sex once. It had hurt. The young man she had been with hadn't been cruel, but he hadn't been gentle. She had been even more saddened by the experience when she found that she still felt nothing.
Jareth looked down at Sarah with concern. Although he would never confess it to her, thanks to his crystals he was well aware of how little pleasure Sarah had experienced in her attempt at physical intimacy. He hadn't been able to bear watching her with her lover in the act, but he would never forget the sight of the tears that had streaked her face when she had finally found a safe place to cry afterwards. That wounded look hadn't left her eyes for months. He had wanted to kill the boy who had hurt her.
"Sarah, look at me," he said, turning her face toward his. The sad, frightened look in her eyes was enough to break his heart.
"You have my word. I won't harm you," he murmured gently. After a moment of simply holding her close, he lifted himself up and moved so that he was once again resting against her. Her hesitancy had done nothing to dampen his desire, but he was determined to make this night one she would remember with pleasure. He pressed himself further towards her center, feeling her tense at his touch. Instead of easing the pressure, he leaned down and kissed her softly, gentle hands running over her body, twining in her hair.
"Trust me." he whispered.
Sarah shivered as his warm breath played across her ear. With an aching slowness, she felt herself opening to him, taking him in. She gave a little moan and Jareth slanted his lips over hers, easing her pain with the sweetness of his mouth. As if she had been lost in a desert for weeks, Sarah drank him in, relishing the sweet warmth of his tongue caressing her. Bit by bit, her body yielded to him, her softness closing around him like a glove.
Jareth felt Sarah's surrender and nearly lost his mind again. That glorious little minx was almost more than he could handle. He gripped himself with a steely self-control and started to move inside her, gently, teasingly. Sarah whimpered under him, the pain of penetration giving away to something else altogether. Jareth ran his hands up and down her curves, pressing himself more tightly to her. Tenderly he increased the tempo of his strokes, his tongue and hands bringing Sarah's body to rippling life.
Sarah started to respond, writhing beneath her husband and tangling her limbs around him. Soon, she was moving with him, her hips catching his rhythm as the two of them sealed their bond in the most ancient ritual of all. Never in her wildest dreams had she expected to feel such a delight, such a closeness. Only minutes ago, Jareth had been her adversary - her husband as well, but still someone she had little reason to trust. In that moment, she felt such a connection it was as if his heartbeat sang in her own blood. Unable to help herself, Sarah moaned his name and smiled up into his eyes.
The smile undid Jareth. He drove himself into Sarah with an urgency born of thousands of years of loneliness. He had never known how truly alone he'd been until she had come to the Underground. Closeness was new for him. Hell, love was new for him and he knew now how frighteningly deep his love was for the woman who lay in his arms. And ah, gods, she was finally his. He cradled Sarah close, crushing her breasts to his chest as his lips found hers.
The pleasure building between them was racing toward a peak and Jareth knew he wouldn't be able to hold himself back long. Sarah, who had been twisting and bucking beneath him, suddenly went taunt and still. In an instant she was screaming her release and he finally let himself go, nearly drowning in the exquisite sensations that broke over his body. His voice felt hoarse as he whispered her name and then he realized that he too had been crying out. He collapsed, shuddering with bliss.
When Jareth was able to move again, he curved his body around his wife, enveloping her with his warmth. What he had experienced with her was beyond words and he felt somehow humbled by it. Before she had entered his world, he had always been the one in control, pleasuring himself with his partners but maintaining some distance from them. He had never needed anyone before. He knew in that moment that he never wanted to imagine life without Sarah ever again. How he had lived so long without her in the first place was beyond him.
Her heartbeat finally slowing to a manageable thunder, Sarah crept back to the world of clear thought. Jareth was holding her protectively, possessively. She had no idea if she was in heaven or hell, but she was certain of one thing: she was completely confused. Making love to Jareth had left her feeling.well, happy. HAPPY?! He was supposed to be cruel, wasn't he? She had expected him to be rough with her - at the very least to gloat that he finally had her in his power and could take his revenge on her for defeating him by using her as he saw fit. Instead, she had found herself in the arms of a man who had gone out of his way not to hurt her. Well, that wasn't entirely accurate. Actually, she had found herself in the arms of a man who seemed hell-bent on living up to her wildest dreams.
She started as one slender, ungloved hand stroked lightly through her tangled hair. What was that weird sparking sensation she got every time he touched her? It wasn't unpleasant, rather quite the opposite really, but Sarah still found it unnerving. It felt like.when he touched her, he was somehow touching more than just her skin or her hair. She felt like he was touching her, somehow reaching into - what? Her essence? To say that he was touching her soul sounded cheesy even to Sarah, but she couldn't quite shake the feeling that putting it that way might actually be closest to the truth.
Sarah couldn't resist snuggling closer and Jareth felt his heart leap for joy as she pressed herself to him. All in all, the events of the day had given him a great deal of hope for their future together. He wasn't quite ready to let Sarah know how powerfully she affected him, but he thought her feelings for him might be growing.
Jareth slid one leg over both of hers and tightened his arms around his now sleeping queen. The power he felt flowing from her body settled over him like a golden haze. Ah yes. She was as powerful as he was. He found that thought disturbing. No one in his entire kingdom had ever had power equal to his own. How his young, beautiful bride had managed to acquire it was a mystery he was determined to solve as well. He would have to do some .research in the morning. But that would be the morning. For now, he was content to hold the woman of his dreams as if he would never let her go.
He smiled at that. Of course he would never let her go.