A Knight To Remember - UNCUT R18

Chapter 32 - UNCUT

 ADULT CONTENT!

WARNING - This chapter contains EXPLICIT SEX and SEXUAL REFERENCES and NAKED BODY PARTS and COURSE LANGUAGE and probably other offensive stuff too.

OK - This story doesn't do Sexual Tension - Sex is crucial to the plot  - if this isn't your thing or you shouldn't be reading it for whatever reason - then please DON'T READ THIS.

Please read this tastefully and let me know if there is anything in it that you think is inappropriate.

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Chapter 32 - UNCUT

Soft caresses swept my skin.  I smiled as I dreamed.  Warm fingers drew patterns on the tight skin of my abdomen.  Kisses touched me gentle and soft but as I murmured and moaned they became more demanding, sucking as they seemed reluctant to leave my skin.  My back arched allowing the kisses more access and in doing so a soft groan interrupted the progression of the lips. 

I brought my calf up the legs that were tangled in mine, drawing it slowly up and down enjoying the feel of my soft skin against the rough of his. 

A long groan drew in a deep breath, pulling cool air across my warm skin. 

This was a good dream.

Yellow light filtered through my eyelids as the lips found mine.  He kissed me slowly but as I responded he became more urgent as he repositioned himself so that our hips bumped.  Something heavy, hot and long pushed in between my thighs.  I groaned as it nudged me touching the right places then he rubbed his length pushing and pulsing.

“Please, ohh Maeb, please,” a deep voice I recognised breathed against my skin as his hips moved so as to push against my entrance.  A throbbing flesh positioned ready to thrust.

I opened my eyes in surprise.  This was no dream.  In my bed was a very aroused man.  I pulled back in shock.

“Maeb, what’s wrong?” his husky voice was drenched in lust as his hands cupped my face.

I gasped.  It was him. 

His face in the half light was even more chiselled and his morning stubble made me want to run my fingers along his jaw line.  His hair was a tangled mess, like a lion’s mane it stuck up in all directions.  The blue in his eyes seemed to penetrate me as they smouldered with their intent.   His lips hitched up to a leisurely smile as he watched me.

I was awake.  This was no dream.  He was no dream.  It was early morning. 

“Why are you here?” I asked through my shallow breaths.

He laughed silently, “Do you not remember last night?  I will happily remind you.”

Last night?  That was not a dream either? 

“You are real?  This is real?  We are doing this?”

His face became serious and he looked at me searching my eyes then he kissed me on the lips while his arms wrapped around me pulling me back against his long hard body.  His hips moved slowly drawing his flesh sword through my sensitive folds then pushing back sliding against the wet softness.  He didn’t plunge into me. He waited until he was sure that I would welcome him.  Then when I could take no more of his teasing I griped him holding him still with my knees and thighs. I rotated my hips causing him to groan as he slipped into place.  I held him still against both of our wishes then I relaxed my hold and with one swift movement I sheathed his sword, returning it to its home.  Overcome we stared at each other.    In the morning light it was even better than under the blanket of darkness.