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Chapter 5
He tried to clear the lusty fog that threatened to permeate the small closet. Breathing deeply, he forced his head (the right one) to make sense of this situation.
Where were the sparks? Hadn't Gauis mentioned that when they touched sparks would literally fly, clear evidence of their magical connection?
Looking down at the lily-white hand on his forearm, no sparks were flying.
And then it came to him. They weren't actually touching. Her hand was on his forearm, but his long sleeve prevented skin-to-skin contact. He could feel the heat of her palm, the seductive sensation of her hand molded to his arm, but the rough fabric of his shirt acted as a barrier. Interesting, very interesting.
"Merlin," she whispered close to his ear. His body, already stretched taut with arousal, burned hotter-he knew her lips weren't pressed against his ear but the aural pleasure of her voice felt like a caress.
"My lady, if you don't mind, I'm rather busy-"he said. It took all his restraint to form those words. Alone in a broom closet. So close to touching….her hand had yet to leave his forearm and was drawing him closer. He needed to leave. Now.
"I've wanted to see you since yesterday". "Merlin," she said almost desperately, "I need something from you…I just …don't know what it is. Do you know?"
He knew exactly what she needed from him. And he also knew he was moments away from giving it to her.
"No, I'm sorry, I don't," he choked. He detached his arm from her grasp and turned to leave. He needed to get out and then get off.
"Please…Merlin…please, I'm so…confused…"she said, as his hand grabbed the handle.
It was the plea that caught his attention. He knew what she was experiencing. Knew that she felt the heat, the passion, the raging inferno of primitive longing. Yet unlike him, she didn't have the knowledge to release the dark desires.
Should he help her?
Fear and arousal were warring with each other. On one hand they could be caught, a broom closet wasn't the most secluded of locations. Anyone could walk by, anyone could open the door, anyone could discover a servant and the lady of the castle in a compromising position. But she needed something…right? It was only gentlemanly to help out a lady in distress? And from the way her panting filled the small room she was definitely in distress.
But more to the point, could he control himself? The mere idea of giving her pleasure, of helping her release some of the pent up sexual desire was arousing enough.
But she was vulnerable and desperate. And maybe this would help. Help them both to stay away from each other. This would be tricky. He couldn't touch her skin directly. (Surely, she would notice if sparks flew his touch) But there was plenty of pleasure he could dole out without direct contact. Plenty.
He turned towards her and steeled himself for what he was about to do. Her pleasure, he thought, This is for her only.
"You do trust me, don't you, Morgana?" he whispered.
"Yes, absolutely ,"she whispered without hesitation. And in that moment he knew he could do this. Her trust meant everything to him and he would not take advantage. No matter what.
His hand curled into the supple flesh of her arms and gently pressed her back against the stonewall. The soft velvet of her gown was no match for what he assumed was her baby soft skin. But her warmed skin heated the fabric and the subtle stroke of his hands from shoulder to elbow aroused them both.
"Yes," she whispered, as if answering an unspoken question. Already her eyes were half-lidded.
His hands continued their ministrations, attempting to draw out as much pleasure considering the lack of direct contact. He trailed his hands to her hips, sliding his hands from the curve of her side to the side of her breast. She moaned low in her throat as his hands teased her midriff.
The square neckline of her gown was modest enough but her heaving chest made her breasts look about ready to spill out. He wanted to taste her skin. It was so fragrant and luminous….Get control of yourself, he thought. Her pleasure.
His thumbs brushed the underside of her breasts and she arched her back, trying to get more his caress. He could see her hardened nipples straining against the fabric and finally gave her what she needed-his hands cupped breasts.
"Oh, God, Merlin," she said, her back arching into his hands.
He lifted her breasts and he couldn't help but notice how perfectly they fit in his hands. Like they were made from him and him alone.
He rubbed the palm of his hand into her erect nipples and was rewarded with a loud moan.
"Shhh," he whispered. Her white teeth bit into the soft pillow of her bottom lip. It was tantalizing and for a moment, he felt his lips drift towards her. Jerking himself away, he got back to the task at hand.
His thumbs found her nipples and began to circle them. He rubbed in different directions, pushing the pad of his thumb up against and stroking from side to side.
Despite her bit lip, small moans continued to spill uncontrollably from her mouth.
But he wanted to make her gasp. He bent his head and slowly put his mouth against her right nipple.
At first he merely breathed against it, letting his hot breath fire her arousal. Then he gently bit her through the cloth. Her gasp of surprise was music to his large ears.
By this time, her hips were straining away from the wall. While there was still twelve inches between them, her body seemed to sense that satisfaction was close. He continued nibbling on her hardened nipple until she gasped out, "I need…more. Please. More."
This was definitely going to be the hard part. He tried to prepare himself for the sensation of their bodies flush together.
But nothing could have prepared him for the moment when he pressed his hard body against her soft one. Her back arched, pushing her breasts into his chest. Her legs widened so as to get his hardness closer to the exact spot she needed it.
And Merlin nearly lost his mind. She was his perfect match. Their bodies meshed together, nearly melted together as if they were one. He always knew they were kindred but it was as if by pure design they fit. It was unnerving. It was unsettling. And it was downright arousing.
Forcing himself to quiet the tumultuous feelings, he focused on rocking his body into her.
"Yes," she whispered again. Her hips lifted against his and it took the last vestiges of his sanity not to come right then. She was a natural. Her body seemed to instinctual know just what it wanted. And it wasn't shy about getting it (not unlike her personality in other aspects of her life). She circled. She arched. She shimmied. And it sent them both reeling.
Their breathes began to mingle as her climax approached. Her movements became rigid, tight, harder.
"Merlin," she whispered, confusion and satisfaction evident in her voice.
"Just let go, love," he whispered.
And then, it happened. Her eyes opened and for the space of three seconds she stared into his eyes. But just as quickly, she closed her eyes, moved her hands from their position on his shoulders, and pulled his head down. Her lips made contact with his.
And it felt like he had been hit by a thunderbolt. Pleasure like he had never experienced coursed through every nerve of his body. Heat like he'd never experienced sizzled on his skin. He pumped his hips faster against her, out of control. Her soft mouth was the catalyst for an explosion and he wretched his lips away to growl her name. His climax was instantaneous; there was nothing he could do to stop it.
As her moans echoed in his ears. She practically shouted his name. Gasped his name. Her hands on his butt pulled him close enough that he felt the spasms of her orgasm against his sex. It was the one of the most erotic moments of his life.
Their harsh breathes filled the small room as neither spoke.
One kiss. One chaste kiss had made him lose his damn mind. Imagine if they touched more…
He didn't know what to say. It had been…pure magic. And most of all he wanted to do it again. And again.
Just as he was about to speak when the door opened. And with Morgana's flushed face and their current position, it was obvious they weren't playing chess.
FINIS
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