Chapter Summary: Miranja and Fihada spend a day building anticipation before ending the evening in Fihada's bed.
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The third of Frostfall had dawned frosty and turned into a crisp, sunny, autumn day, and Miranja loitered around Beirand's forge in her tavern clothes, her chestnut hair pinned up prettily in a partially-up style, her eyes lightly lined, her lips stained, and her skin scented with lavender perfume her parents had sent her from Cyrodiil. She pretended to check out his stock of weapons and armor. Beirand was too busy to notice her odd behavior, only sparing her the occasional glance to see if she needed anything. She dawdled until she saw Jawanan come out of Fletcher and head to the Winking Skeever for his lunch break. As soon as he was out of sight of the fletcher's shop, she hurried over and ducked inside.
Fihada was at the counter, as usual, and he greeted her in his obviously flirtatious manner.
"Well, if it isn't the lovely lady I was hoping to see more of. Just how may I be of service to you today?" His ice blue eyes pierced into her, and the ache began in her crotch.
Knowing his penchant for intelligence and wit, she had already prepared what she would say to him.
"I need an arrow that goes straight to the center of one's being, can be drawn in and out without pain, and explodes after contact with its target. Do you think you could help me out with that?" The look she gave him left no question that she wasn't talking about arrows.
Fihada leaned over the counter with a confident smirk and a lift of his eyebrow. "I believe I have exactly the arrow you're looking for," he purred.
Miranja also leaned over the counter, focusing on his lips, and when their mouths met Fihada bit her lip gently but firmly.
"Ah ha HA..." Miranja smiled, pulling away from the grip of his teeth. "You naughty man. I knew you were my kind from the moment I met you."
"And I you, you delicious thing. I've been waiting for this moment; I like to let my quarry come to me. How about we meet for dinner and a drink or two at the Skeever tonight? After that, we can see about setting you up with that arrow you need."
"I don't know if I can stand the anticipation," Miranja confessed, gobbling up his handsome face with her hungry eyes. "But I understand you have a business to run."
"Anticipation just makes the reward that much sweeter," Fihada intoned, scanning her in much the same way she was scanning him. "But I suppose I could give you a little appetizer, if you're really hungry."
"Ravenous."
"Come this way."
He led her to the living quarters, and they stopped just across the threshold. Leaving the door slightly ajar so he would hear if a customer entered the shop, Fihada snatched her into his arms and held her firmly, kissing her mouth, licking her neck, thrusting his tongue into her ear, biting her, laying claim to everything he could access, igniting a veritable bonfire in Miranja's belly and taking her breath away. He slid his hands into her scant bodice and teased her nipples for a moment, then moved down to the slits on both sides of her scanty dress. He pushed the fabric aside to find nothing but the smooth, satiny skin of her ass. Miranja never wore smallclothes with her tavern dress. "Ah, what a delectable treat you are," he murmured into her cleavage.
Miranja responded with equal passion, kissing and biting whatever she could reach when it moved into range – neck, ears, shoulders – tasting his skin, inhaling his scent. She clung to him at first, kneading her fingers into his well-muscled back, but soon she was fumbling under his tunic at the drawstring of his trousers, intent on getting her hands and her mouth on his cock.
"Oh, no you don't," he chided. "If we don't stop now, we could find ourselves in a compromising situation, and my reputation would be at stake. Not as a merchant, mind you, but let's just say a Solitude wench or two might be upset with me."
Miranja pouted and whined like a child, her nethers ablaze and aching with unrequited lust. She put her arms around his neck and nudged his chin up with her nose, then planted little sensuous kisses all over his throat. He allowed it for a few moments, one hand returning to her breast while the other remained on her soft, smooth ass cheek. Then he pulled away, grasped her upper arms, and kissed her mouth once more in a much more chaste manner than before.
"So you'll meet me at the Skeever tonight?" he purred, his ice-blue eyes penetrating into her core.
"Of course! I wouldn't dream of standing you up."
Have you purchased Proudspire Manor yet?"
"Still working on getting the money together, but I'm getting close." Okay, she wasn't very close, but how was he to know?
"So, you're staying at the Skeever, then?"
"Yes, but I have a traveling companion with me. So, maybe I could rent a second room?"
"Or you could come home with me after dinner. Just be warned, we'll be in a room with a wooden floor and a listener below, so we'll have to be careful not to alert him of our activities. Won't that be exciting, trying to keep quiet and avoid discovery while in the throes of passion?" Fihada's eyes gleamed wickedly, and Miranja returned the smoldering look.
"It certainly will. I know I'm not the only 'Solitude wench' you're making love to, Fihada, and that's okay. I actually like that you keep your private affairs private. I can only speculate on who else you might be spending your nights with, so I know that you'll also be discreet about us. I like sharing a dirty secret with you, you sexy beast."
"Oh, beautiful girl, you have no idea how it pleases me to hear you say that. And once you've bought Proudspire, we can meet there and make all the noise we want."
"Of course," Miranja agreed. "But in the meantime, I'll be at the Skeever tonight with bells on. I can hardly wait for the main course."
"Indeed," Fihada nodded, leaning in to lick her lips. "I'm still hoping to see more of you. A lot more."
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The Skeever was busy and noisy, and Lisette was providing some instrumental background music with her lute while everyone ate their evening meal and conversed. The tavern songs would come later, when most people had gone home for the night and just the drinkers were left. Right now, adding her voice to the mix would just create more cacophony, and the multiple conversations would drown her out.
Miranja and Faendal came downstairs together, and Miranja looked around for Fihada as they moved through the crowded dining room. She saw Jawanan, but he was sitting with Ataf, deep in conversation. Soon, she spotted Fihada sitting at the table nearest Corpulus' counter with Gisli and Vivienne. While Faendal went on ahead to the bar to order his supper brought to the room, Miranja veered to the right so she could catch Lisette's eye. She winked at Lisette as she passed, and Lisette gave her a quick wink and a smile in return as she played, watching discreetly as Miranja headed toward Fihada. Lisette had told her she should definitely go for it with Fihada. Now, here she was, going for it!
Gisli got up and left when she saw Miranja looking and heading in the direction of their table, her plate not quite empty. Miranja sighed. There was just no winning over some people. Yet, when Fihada spoke of Solitude wenches with "stormy exteriors," the first person she thought of was Gisli, and she had to admit her curiosity was piqued.
Vivienne, on the other hand, smiled and welcomed her, causing Fihada to turn and see Miranja. He stood before Miranja could sit, taking her hand and kissing it before moving to stand behind her chair and push it in when she sat.
"You're even lovelier now than you were this afternoon," Fihada said appreciatively. Miranja wore the low-cut dark green dress she'd bought at Radiant Raiment on her first visit to Solitude and a simple silver and emerald pendant she'd found in Forsaken Cave.
"Such a gentleman," Miranja teased, thinking of his decidedly ungentlemanly behavior earlier this afternoon. Her mind's eye kept replaying the entire scene, and it was all she could do to focus on Sorex's listing of tonight's offerings. She fixed on the last thing he'd mentioned, salmon steak, and asked for a bottle of Honningbrew mead to go with it.
Vivienne asked about her recent adventures, and Miranja amazed her and Fihada with the story of how she'd had the privilege of meeting the ghosts of Fjori and Holgeir in Ansilvund exactly two weeks ago, and how they'd rewarded her with an amazing spectral sword for freeing their spirits.
As she absently worked on her supper, Miranja quickly skimmed over her and Faendal's activities over the last couple of weeks, mentioning her receipt of Jarl Siddgeir's letter and how after regrouping at Whiterun she'd felt it was about time to pay him a visit. "It had been about three weeks since I'd gotten his letter. We took the westerly route to Falkreath and explored more of Whiterun hold on the way. Did more favors for people, as well. Killed bandits and dragons. Had an anonymous tip from 'a friend' that there was a word for a dragon Shout at Sunderstone Gorge, so we went a bit out of the way for that. Went through Brittleshin Pass, came out at Lake Ilinalta, finally made it to Falkreath after midnight & spent the rest of the night at the inn. Finally saw the Jarl the next day."
"What was Jarl Siddgeir like?" Vivienne asked, leaning forward with interest – and a gleam in her eye. "I've heard he's very handsome."
"Oh, he certainly is," Miranja told her, and Vivienne smiled with satisfaction and a touch of hunger.
"But he's also lazy and unscrupulous, and he gives the Empire and its supporters a bad name." Vivienne's smile drooped and changed to a frown of disappointment.
"I took out some bandits for him – he'd had a deal going with them where they'd cut him in on their hauls, but they stopped holding up their end of the deal, so he wanted them killed. After I did that, he finally talked about the property and title he'd mentioned in his letter. By then, I had enough money to buy the property, but I was more interested in getting the house in Riften for the same price. The land Siddgeir was offering had no buildings on it, and I don't have time or money to have a house built right now, anyway."
"It's a nice area, though, Falkreath," Fihada chimed in. When Miranja looked at him in surprise, he explained, "Buried a Legion friend there. It's been quite a while, but I'm sure not much has changed."
"Yes, speaking of burying people, I've never seen such a big cemetery. I know there was a big one outside the Imperial City, but we left there when I was young, and I never saw it.
"Anyway, yes, the land does have a beautiful view of the lake, so I do want to buy it. I need to hurry up and get more money together before someone else snatches it up. But I love Riften in spite of the crime and corruption; it's very diverse and every race but Khajiit lives there. So we headed back to Riften, and on Morndas morning I bought the house. Then, since I had done a lot for her people and now owned property in the hold, Jarl Laila made me a Thane." She grinned proudly.
Of course, she omitted the part where she'd broken in the bed with Faendal. She finished her story with her exploration of Eastmarch and the Pale, mentioning the odd Nightgate Inn by itself in the wilderness, and how they'd gone exploring Forsaken Cave and found the White Phial for Nurelion.
"You've definitely been busy," Fihada said, smiling and shaking his head in amazement.
"I get tired just listening to you talk about all the running around you do," Vivienne joked.
"I've gotten so used to it," Miranja told them, "that I can hardly stand staying still anymore. I feel like there's always something I should be doing, and if there isn't, I go looking for something to do."
"Still," Vivienne sighed, "it sounds a lot more interesting than helping my aunt in the shop all day every day."
Miranja looked around and lowered her voice. "What about Sorex? I have it on good authority that he's been in love with you ever since childhood."
Vivienne waved her hand dismissively. "He's a nice enough fellow, but I don't fancy being an innkeeper's wife. He's a bit dull. If you ever find a handsome, romantic adventurous type, send him my way, would you?"
"I do run into quite a few of those in my travels," Miranja acknowledged. "If you're not too picky about race, I know a few men and mer I could send your way who would definitely be interested in a beautiful, spirited brunette like yourself."
"I'll give anyone a fair shake," Vivienne said. "What about that handsome Bosmer you're always traveling with? Where is he tonight, anyway?"
"He's here; I guess you didn't see him when he ordered his supper at the bar. Yes, he certainly is handsome, and boy, does he look delicious in some barbaric fur armor. He's spending a quiet evening in the room tonight, and took his supper up there. I've been running him a bit ragged. And to answer your other question: to my great disappointment, he's got his heart set on a different beautiful brunette back in Riverwood."
"Doesn't it just figure," Vivienne said ironically, standing up from her empty plate to head home. "Well, nice seeing you again, Miranja. It's time I headed home to check on Aunt Angela."
"You, too, Viv," Miranja smiled. "I'll keep my eyes open for you. I'm already keeping a lookout for my own prospects."
Fihada waited a few moments for Vivienne to be out of hearing range. "I am dying to get you back to my place. Are you just about ready?"
"Almost," Miranja smiled, looking down at her plate as she started in on her slice of apple pie.
Fihada eyed the dollop of whipped cream on Miranja's pie. Thoughtfully, and in a lowered voice, he said, "Hmm, I wonder if Corpulus would raise an eyebrow if I asked for a bowl of that whipped cream to take home with me. And perhaps you could procure some honey."
Miranja replied with the same quietness. "One of us asking for sweet stuff to take home might not be suspicious, but two of us would certainly raise Corpulus' eyebrow."
"That's true," Fihada admitted. "Besides, who needs honey when you're already sweet as candy?" He impulsively started to reach out to thumb away a bit of whipped cream at the corner of Miranja's mouth but stopped himself with a quick glance around. Instead, he motioned at his own mouth, and Miranja took the hint and slowly slid her tongue out and lapped up the cream, holding Fihada's gaze as he watched with obvious yearning.
"I prefer to think of myself as more… succulent. As a melon." She winked at him, and his lustful expression alone made her hot.
"We need to get out of here soon," she told him in a husky voice. The look she gave him in return was just as smoldering.
"Truer words have ne'er been spoken. You go first," Fihada told her. "I'm usually here until at least eleven, so leaving early may arouse suspicion. I'll just pretend I'm ill or I have a headache and duck out in a few more minutes. Wait for me by the table with the chopping block, near my shop."
"How are you going to get away from Jawanan? He'll be concerned if you act sick."
"You let me worry about him, my little sweetroll. Just wait near the shop. Mind the guards. I know you know how to avoid being seen. I'll be up soon, and I'll signal you if the coast is clear."
Miranja nodded as she put the last bite of pie into her mouth and chased it with a swallow of mead. She wiped her mouth and stood, laying her napkin neatly next to her plate. Fihada rose with her.
"Fihada, it's been a pleasure chatting with you. Now, I think I'm going to go walk off this pie. Enjoy the rest of your evening."
"You, as well," Fihada said with a nod and a little bow. He stood for a moment longer, watching her ass as she walked away, then moved over to the table nearest Lisette to listen to her sing. One more song, maybe two, then he would head home. He and Lisette exchanged a meaningful glance and he nodded at her once, struggling to keep from smiling.
Miranja ascended the ramp toward Fihada's shop, but instead of going to the table he'd indicated, she took a brief detour to the firepit in the center of the castle training yard. There were benches to sit on, but she ignored them and simply stood warming her hands. The guards outside the Legion's front door eyed her, and she smiled and nodded at them. After a moment, she went to speak to them.
"I don't suppose Captain Aldis is still up?" she queried.
"If he is, miss, he won't be accepting visitors. He's down in the barracks with the rest of the men."
"Oh, I see," she said with disappointment. "Well, if you should happen to see him, please tell him that Miranja Laurentius was here to see him, and I'll come back in the morning."
"Aye," the guards acknowledged in unison.
Rather than leave the same way she came into the yard, she exited through the other archway, toward the Bards College. As soon as she was out of sight of those guards and had ensured there were no patrolling guards within range, she stepped aside behind a bush and dug into her belt pack for her extended invisibility potion. This would give her a full minute to cut back through the yard and get down behind the table outside Fletcher. She looked forward to the small challenge and the opportunity to hone her stealth skills. She'd been testing the wind while in the yard and knew that the breeze would blow the scent of her perfume away from the men at the castle door.
It was too easy. She had to stifle a giggle as she crept past the guards and they didn't even pause in their conversation about the items they had ordered via the East Empire Company that were delayed due to pirate problems. She made herself as comfortable a seat as possible on a large sack of cabbages against the wall near the specified table and settled in to wait for Fihada.
She only had to wait about five minutes. Fihada was heading toward the door and pulling his key from his pocket and Miranja had started to stand up when a patrolling guard passed by and greeted Fihada.
"Calling it an early night, Fihada?"
Fihada's quick mind and glib tongue made the lie as smooth as butter. "Yes, it's been a rather boring week, and I found myself being bored by the same old conversations tonight. Thought I might find more excitement in a good book. Have you ever read 'The Rear Guard?'"
"Can't say I have," the guard replied. "But I'm not much of a reader. I prefer the stories in the bards' songs – easier to listen than to read."
"To each his own," Fihada said amiably, then waved his key. "Well, Tenace Mourl awaits. May you have an uneventful shift."
"Thanks," the guard replied. "With the threat of dragons these days, uneventful is something to be thankful for."
"Indeed," Fihada replied, and though Miranja couldn't see his face, she could hear the smile in his voice.
She watched as the guard walked away down the ramp toward ground level and Fihada went about unlocking the door and pushing it wide open, then she rose and hurried toward him when he extended his arm toward her. He ushered her in, telling her to head on upstairs as he locked the door behind them.
Miranja's libido was already aroused, and her heart was thumping in her chest as she ascended the unfamiliar stairs to Fihada's room. She was imagining what sort of décor he had, and what they would do together. She was open for anything. It was so exciting, sneaking around with a grown man as if they were teenagers. She felt almost as naughty as she had at sixteen, allowing her handsome and eager boyfriend to touch her under her clothes and allowing him to withdraw his rigid member from his trousers and pull her hand to it. The thrill of the taboo never seemed to let her down.
She stood outside the closed door and waited, and Fihada was upstairs in moments, taking the stairs two at a time to stand breathless before her.
"It's tempting to just start ravishing you right here and now, but let's build a little anticipation first," he purred. He placed his hands lightly on her waist and leaned in for an ever-so-chaste kiss. It was sweet torture.
"Fihada, I'll tell you right now that if we build the anticipation for too long, I'll probably come the moment you touch me down there. I'm already aching with wanting you inside me."
He groaned his own frustration as he stepped away from her and opened the bedroom door. She entered the room at his gesture, peering around in the dim moonlight coming through the windows.
Fihada lit a candle near the bed, and the room came to life, bathed in warm, orange light. The most outstanding feature of the room was that the bed was arranged at an angle, jutting out from the corner. Otherwise, the room was quite basic and unassuming, not the sensual, sumptuous, seductive bachelor's lair she had expected.
Fihada saw her surprise and smiled as he closed the door behind his back. "I entertain too many ladies to be too ostentatious about my activities. Better to let each one assume that she is the only light in my boring shopkeeper's life."
"And you're sharing this with me why?"
"We understand each other, Miranja. You already know that I like to spread myself around, and I can tell that you're not one to settle for just one lover when you can have any man you choose. Besides, I'm not naming names; it's enough to be general." As he spoke, he poured a couple of goblets of Yvette San's spiced wine, and he handed one to her, raising his.
"To passion and pleasure," he toasted, and Miranja heartily repeated his words as they touched the lips of their goblets together. They drank deeply, then touched their own lips together, lightly and teasingly.
Miranja's passion was already threatening to overcome her. When Fihada pulled back from their almost-not-a-kiss, she stayed in place, neck extended, chin forward, lips parted, eyes closed, brows knit in sweet but frustrated longing. Her heart was beating wildly. When Fihada's fingertips lightly touched the sides of her face, she thought he was going to kiss her again, more firmly this time, but his fingers skimmed down her cheeks to her neck, spreading out to explore more territory, his long digits sliding toward the back of her neck while his thumbs stroked down her throat and came to rest in the hollow between her clavicles. She half-opened her eyes to see him gazing intently at her with a faint smile that was at once both lustful and smug. Neither of them had removed a single item of clothing, yet her nerves were singing with intense desire and anticipation.
"Do you… play any instruments?" Miranja choked out, panting.
"No, why?"
"Because you're playing me like a lute," she whispered, reaching up to grasp his forearms as his hands continued their feather-light exploration along her collarbones. She sighed and shivered as his tickling fingers skimmed out to her shoulders, pushing the fabric of her dress out of the way as they went. Ohhh, the tenderness… how did he know the best way to turn her on? Unconsciously, she began rhythmically pressing her thighs together and squeezing and releasing her pelvic floor muscles.
Having bared Miranja's shoulders, Fihada's nimble digits ventured around to her back, finding the laces of her dress, untying them, loosening them. Miranja had been forced to let go of his forearms at this movement, and therefore her own hands sought out the buckle of the belt holding his jerkin in place.
The wine had already joined forces with her arousal to make her uncomfortably warm, and she was beginning to sweat. The cool air on her skin as Fihada worked her dress down her arms and torso was a breath from Aetherius. But when he leaned in to kiss her neck and finally touched her with his whole hands, they seemed as hot as the fires of Oblivion.
Her fumbling hands finally unbuckled his belt just as her dress cleared her full hips and rustled to the floor. Fihada continued kissing her neck and shoulders as he took over and removed his own jerkin and shirt. She made him stand upright so that she could see and touch his trim, toned chest. She liked that his chest hair was sparse, and that it was the same flaxen color as the hair on his head. The contrast between his hair and his skin was irresistibly attractive to her. He didn't have washboard abs, but his belly was still far from a potbelly. With one light, teasing finger, she followed his happy trail from his chest, past his navel, to the waistband of his trousers.
"Not yet, my sweet," Fihada said. He stepped back and went to the side of the bed, turning down the blanket. "Why don't you go ahead and lie down while I get these boots and trousers out of the way?"
Miranja lay down but didn't cover up. While his back was turned as he sat on the edge of the bed removing his boots, she quickly arranged her hair in what she hoped was an attractive spread across the pillow, and assumed a modest yet alluring pose. She smiled naughtily when he rose and turned to face her before loosening the laces of his trousers, and her chest tightened with lust as he let them drop to his feet and stepped out of them.
His thighs were lean and firm, and what lay – or rather, stood – between was as fine a work of manflesh as she'd ever seen, rooted in a thatch of the same striking, pale hair. His scrotum was drawn tight, and her hands itched to caress every inch.
As she was feasting her eyes on him, he was taking in the sight of her lying invitingly in his bed.
"By the Divines, you are a delectable tidbit," he breathed appreciatively.
"Takes one to know one," she teased with an impish gleam in her eye as he slid into the bed with her.
Fihada grinned hungrily at her before leaning in and capturing her lips with an aching tenderness that contradicted his lecherous look. Miranja melted into the sweet sensation and caressed his shoulder, arm, and chest as, once again, he began trailing his fingers over her body, raising gooseflesh in their wake. This time, however, he followed his fingers with his lips: light, teasing kisses and flicks of his tongue that slowly drove her mad with impatient desire. Lisette had done something very similar the night before. Why did everyone insist on tormenting her and making her wait? Her inner voice answered that she needed to learn patience, and that good things came to those who waited.
Fihada had shifted as he had moved down her body, rising to his hands and knees as he reached her belly. She continued caressing the parts of him she could reach, combing her fingers through his hair, stroking the outer edge of his ear. But his hips and groin were out of reach, and she wanted to taste him in the worst way…
His fingers were twirling tantalizingly in her pubic hair, inching closer to her core. She could feel his warm breath on her mound. "Dear girl," he murmured, "your scent is making me hungry."
"If you want a taste, you'll have to share and share alike," Miranja smirked, twisting a bit to reach her fingers around his thigh and pull him closer.
"Is that what you think?" Fihada teased, moving out of reach again.
Miranja pressed her thighs tightly together. "That's what I know," she quipped.
"We'll just see about that," Fihada returned. Rising to the challenge, he extended his tongue and worked it snakily between her legs, feeling for her pleasure button, finding it, and flicking the moist tip of his tongue back and forth over it without mercy.
Miranja gasped and bucked but kept her legs in place, even when Fihada wedged his fingers between them and tried to pry them apart.
"All right," Fihada sighed. "I'm not of a mind to prolong this much longer. You asked for an arrow, and I fully intend to give you one." He relented and moved into place above her, sucking in his breath as Miranja stroked him from head to balls with light, teasing fingertips, toying with him as he had toyed with her. He felt her trembling thighs relax, and he accepted the invitation, pushing them gently apart and using his tongue to separate her petals and reveal her plentiful nectar.
Miranja inhaled Fihada's scent as she craned her neck up to run her tongue in the wake of her fingers. Such a fine tool. Carefully she sucked one testicle into her mouth and slowly circled it with her tongue, then repeated with the other as she firmly rubbed little circles against his perineum with her thumb. His groans of pleasure were reward enough, but he sucked delicately on her aching clit and slid his fingers into her warm, wet sheath as far as he could reach, rewarding her further. She pulled his cock downward and enclosed her lips around the head, teasing the slit and the underside of the head with her tongue before sliding it all the way to the back of her throat.
They settled into a comfortable pace for a few minutes before Miranja started to feel the pleasure mounting toward its peak. Replacing her mouth with her hand on his member, she murmured huskily, "Oh, gods, don't stop, I'm getting so close…"
Fihada continued a moment longer, then lifted his head and moved so that both knees were back on one side of her, depriving her of both her candy stick and her climax.
Miranja was so pent up she was very nearly outraged. More teasing? Now?
"What – "
She fell silent as she realized that Fihada was getting into position between her thighs. He kissed her – as firmly and passionately as he had that afternoon – and she reveled in her taste on his tongue, sucking it to the roof of her mouth momentarily until she felt him smoothly slide his manhood home within her. She gasped and released his tongue, then renewed their sensuous kiss, devouring him as he settled onto his elbows and began working those lean hips with an expert twisting grind. At last, she held him within her; they were as close as they could possibly be, and her belly filled with butterflies at the thought. His impassioned groan was further impetus for her passion. His very maleness thrilled her to the core. His voice, his scent, his strong, muscular body, his lusty, rigid cock filling her…
It didn't take long to reach the level of pleasure she'd left off at. Even as she slipped over the edge of ecstasy, a part of her mind was considering whether Jawanan had come home while they'd been occupied. She didn't want to be quiet, but since Fihada seemed to expect it, she restrained herself vocally. Instead, she held her breath, buried her face between his neck and shoulder, clamped her thighs around his hips, and squeezed his ass with both hands, digging her nails into his flesh. Somehow, it seemed the restraint made her pleasure last longer than usual, and she was still riding the waves when she felt Fihada's member throb within her contracting walls. He wrapped her up in his arms and held her tightly as he poured his seed into her, senselessly whispering her name over and over until he was spent.
He stayed inside her as he softened, and they kissed and kissed. Fihada tenderly brushed her sweaty hair off of her face, and the words "I love you" tried to slip through Miranja's lips. She corrected herself at the last moment – "I love what you do to me."
Fihada chuckled quietly but mischievously. "And I love doing it to you, you luscious creature." He lifted his body and blew a cooling breath between them, evaporating a little of the sweat. His spent member slipped out of her, and he retrieved a towel from the drawer of the bedside table for her to clean up with.
"More wine?" he asked, reaching for his goblet.
"Yes, please."
They each took a sip, then Fihada lay back down with her and she snuggled against his side.
"Can I stay the rest of the night?"
"Of course. But you'll need to get up extra early and creep out before Jawanan wakes up at seven."
"I can do that." She kissed his chest, played with his nipple, stroked the trail of hair down his belly. "I've had a delicious time tonight."
"As have I," Fihada agreed. "But the night's not over yet."
"Ooo," Miranja cooed, "I can't wait for the next course."