Author's Note: I would like to start out this chapter with a shout out to yulecogs, thank you so much for being my first review. I'm glad you enjoy the story and I'll try to keep up the good work! Also, I apologize to the Will lovers for the different pairing. I love the carpenter just as much as you do but I wanted to try out something new. So, keep reading, send me a review, and enjoy.
P.S. This content may contain some mature material. If uncomfortable, please skip.
Chapter 3: The Touch, The Feel
I swear this can't be healthy. The way she makes me feel, it's like a fever. Allan, ever the notorious talker, couldn't seem to quiet his racing mind. Stop thinking Allan. She's here, focus on her…of course I'll focus on her. I can never focus on anything but her. A magnificent crash of thunder outside shook the small room slightly, breaking Djaq and Allan from one another. Allan hovered slightly over Djaq, propping himself up on his elbows so he could stare down at his most beloved sight. The warmth from the crackling fire in the corner of the room, and the heat generated between the two of them, had dried Djaq completely. A dark flush glowed from her high Saracen cheekbones, framed by delicate half curls of raven hair.
With the tips of his fingers, Allan began tracing lines along the ever-golden softness that was Djaq's skin. Down her soft cheeks, he moved to playfully tweak her nose—earning a giggle from the beauty beneath him. I love that laugh. Moving down to her plump lips, Allan could feel his breathing quicken. Just touching her rosebud mouth made the trickster shiver with anticipation.
Finally, Allan looked into her eyes, knowing that they would be his undoing. Pools of deep brown were shaded black in the thick darkness of the room. The slight light from the fire sparked warmth from Djaq's eyes and Allan could feel himself melting away. She was smiling now, the edges of her almond shape eyes crinkled in the corners; but, Allan could see the growing desire in those sienna beauties.
Ever so slowly, Allan pressed himself closer to Djaq, feeling her every contour beneath both of their clothing. Leaning up so his lips brushed her ear, Allan huskily whispered to his Saracen warrior, "May I kiss you love?" His playful side unleashed enough to let him nibble on her delicate lobe. She shuddered under him.
"I've told you before Allan, you can stop asking for permission." Her nimble fingers began to tangle themselves in his sandy hair, which had grown slightly longer and stuck out rougishly from his head. Drawing back again and placing his lips to hears, Allan mumbled, "And I've told you, you're a true lady Djaq. AndI wouldn't be any sort of man if I mistreated a beautiful woman like you. And, if you say yes…"
Allan fully pressed his lips against hers, heat flooding his body where they touched. His playful tongue smoothed over the pink buds, easily gaining entrance and soon tangling with hers. Djaq wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, hugging him even closer to her small frame. When she hooked her leg over his hip, Allan instinctively bucked forward, increasing the pressure he felt below.
With a gasp Allan broke the kiss and pressed his forehead into Djaq's shoulder. "Sweet Lord above Djaq I don't know how you do that. We've only kissed and I'm more than ready for you."
Suddenly he felt Djaq lean towards the nape of his neck, "Oh Allan, I've only just got started." Djaq began to run her tongue up and down Allan's tan neck, nipping and sucking with enough pressure to make Allan moan. She's never been so…so…like this. It's bloody fantastic. Before she could continue her ministrations, Allan pulled up completely and pinned her wrists above her.
"I need to feel more of you, love." With desire shining brilliantly in her eyes, Allan slowly traced his hands over the outside of her clothed form. He traveled down the valley between her breasts, untying every lace until he could pull her shirt over her head. After that, Allan removed her undershirt, revealing the precious treasure he sought for.
Despite the continuously raging fire, the room maintained a slight chill from the winter air. The cool reached Djaq and her body began to show it. Her nipples hardened fully and her breasts seemed to tighten under Allan's gaze. Goosebumps covered her upper body and she shivered slightly: from both the cold and anticipation. Hurriedly, Allan removed his upper clothing and covered Djaq with his own body.
The feverish kissing continued, Djaq's nails leaving read lines down her lover's back as she scratched down the smooth skin, earning her a deep moan. "God almighty Djaq that feels good", Allan bucked into her hips once again; the gentlemanly façade he attempted to maintain was quickly being overthrown by the slum-raised trickster he was at heart. She can't be fucked like some whore. She must be made love to.
His internal struggle for control was toppled as soon as he heard her small whisper, "Please Allan, I need you right now." Her husky tone ruined all chances of sweet loving, and Allan's drive was finally unleashed. Djaq's mind rushed as she felt Allan cover her upper body with his mouth: kissing, sucking, biting ever inch of flesh he knew would torment her: around her collarbone, the undersides of her breasts, down her sides and abover the line of her trousers. His hands curled around her sides and moved to her soft breasts, tweaking the hardened nubs and causing Djaq to cry out. "Oh Allan! Yes Allan, please." Allan's cock tightened even more in response, unable to stay unaffected from his lover's voice speaking his name.
After kissing and sucking each breast, Allan swept his tongue along Djaq's hipbones, jutting out more than he wished they would. Pushing the thought aside for now, he gently undid the ties of her pants, sliding the softened, worn, leather fabric over her legs and throwing them into the growing pile of clothes at the foot of the bed. There she lay, naked except for her small loincloth, allowing Allan to drink in her body with his eyes.
I love her. That's all I can say. I love her, I love this, and I want this always. Djaq's body heaved and trembled as she attempted to control her breathing. Coupled with his classic grin, Allan hooked his fingers into the loincloth and looked up to Djaq's face.
"You alright there love? Look a little tired out. Maybe you just want to rest tonight, seeing as this loving is a little too much for you." Before he could react, Djaq flipped the pair upside-down, leaving her on top of Allan. With a quirked eyebrow and a playful tone, Djaq responded back, "I would Allan but," she glanced down at his massive bulge, "I think it would be unhealthy for you to stop. And I wouldn't want to harm you in any way." Finishing with a wink Djaq began to undo Allan's trousers. Cheeky little minx, who knew that having it dished back at me would be such a turn on?
Djaq, having finished untied Allan's trousers, drew them down from his muscular legs, releasing the throbbing member that had been begging for freedom. Allan's eyes squeezed tightly shut as he felt Djaq rub her hand across the soft skin of his hardened cock. "Oh Lord, Djaq. Come now love it's no time to play." Opening his blue-green eyes, his gaze met with her chocolate depths. One last smile graced her mouth as Allan's hands tightly gripped the curve of her hips. Angling themselves, Djaq hovered over the tip of his length, rubbing her moistened entrance against him.
"Where did those manners go Allan?" She whispered deeply, "Didn't you learn how to say please?" Leaving marks on her sides Allan ground out a forced "please" as Djaq finally slammed down against him, filling herself with his full member. Both lovers threw their heads back, letting the feeling of completeness rest over them before they continued. After a minute, Djaq began the rhythm of their love making—back and forth she rocked over Allan, enveloping him completely then releasing him again. It began slow, but as Allan felt himself come closer to release, he began to take control.
Allan placed his feet flat against the mattress below them, putting his knees in the air and providing a back board for Djaq. Then, Allan's hands began controlling Djaq, picking her up and slamming her back down upon him, faster and faster as her moans began to fill the room. Her breasts bounced heavily in front of him, and he looked on as his lover became unhinged with ecstasy.
Her head tossed and turned and her fingers which lay on his chest curled and scratched his tight abs. "Yes Allan, oh yes I'm so close." Allan pressed deeply into her, hardly moving but for a slight bit, hitting her most sensitive spot and flicking the nub of her clit with his forefinger. With that, he felt Djaq's wet walls clench around him as she gave her final set of moans. "Yes! God Allan, yes!" Her orgasm sent Allan over the edge, milking him dry of his seed and causing deepened moans of his own.
As their racing hearts began to slow, and the sweat on their bodies began to dry, Allan wrapped the tangled sheet around Djaq and his exhausted forms. Spooning against her and wrapping his strong forearm around her waist, Allan whispered, "Sleep well my love, rest easy tonight." And with that, both drifted into a well earned slumber.