Fourth Tale

Chapter 7

7

Amani swayed her hips seductively, very much dancing to music only she could hear, her tone belly wobbling. She raised both her arms over her head and her hips were shaking mesmerizingly. Barristan had never seen a woman move like that before, and he was transfixed.

He stood silent, watching with unblinking intensity until she started slowing, twirling on the tips of her toes, her dark tresses raising from her shoulders. He used his teeth to pull his gloves off, they dropped beside his armenents. He didn't even hesitate as he untied the buckles and the straps of his breastplate. He kept his blue eye fixated on her as he'd undressed. Not once looking down to see what he was doing.

The flames from the candles flickered, causing the shadows of the room to dance with hers. She finally came to a stop and her dark eyes looked him up and down, the same way she'd looked at him before that had rooted him. He was standing in his drawers, his weapons and armours neatly piled on the ground. His heart was pounding like a war drum in his chest.

He straightened and folded his arms across his barrel chest, in a very obvious defensive stance. He wasn't use to being looked at the way she was looking at him and he found himself blushing (grateful that the low light hid his embarrassment). He was too old to be acting like this.

She took the two steps needed to be within a foot of him. She turned her back to him, her right hand and left arm coming up to hold her hair up, exposing her back and neck to him. His blue eye focused on the ties of her top, it was obvious what she wanted him to do. His mouth went dry but he reached forward and undid the ties of her clothes. His hands barely shook.

She twirled away from him, the ends of her top still between Barristan's fingers. Her breasts were small and scarred, and he wanted to bury his face in between them. Her nipples were dark, darker than her skin and he wanted to taste them. Taste her. Would she taste like she'd had in his dream...?

She was in front of him again, this time she'd wrapped her arms about his neck. Amani had pressed her body flush against his (her breast had flattened against his hairy chest), her hips shaking as she continued to dance into him, her pace slowing when his big arms raised to wrap around her. She did fit nicely against his body, he noted almost detached, and she felt good .

He rumbled as he looked into her eyes intently, trying to read her through the shadows dancing on her face. He flirted with the idea of asking her why, why she wanted to lay with a washed up, old Man-at-Arms like him. Flirted, but did not voice. He'd take whatever she was offering, maybe his old bones could give a damn again. His dick sure did.

Maybe

She let him go so that she could remove the last of her clothes. He stopped her and moved so that he sat on the edge of the bed with her standing in between his legs. He wrapped his arms about her waist and pulled her close.

He took a deep, calming breath. "It's been a very long time for me, lass."

Amani shrugged. "It's been a long time for me too."

He cleared his throat as he remembered her words about having never been with a man willingly. "I guess yer right."

There was a heavy silence that was broken by their breathing. Barristan swallowed and pulled on the strings holding her pants up. She was graceful as she stepped out of them and stood in front of him in all her naked glory. He looked his fill.

She was beautiful. Her dark body lithe and compact. She was muscular and scarred, and perfect. He ran a hand down her flank, liking how hot her skin was to the touch. With where he was, he could smell her arousal for him. He shifted as his erection started to pain him.

"I've dreamt of you," he admitted, his voice gruff, his eye focused on her navel, slowly traveling down to the dark curls at the apex of her thighs, before going back up her body to her face. She smiled at him, and it transformed her visage completely. He felt like he'd been sucker punched, the air knocked out of him completely.

"Tell me?" she asked, her hand was touching at his shoulder.

"I'd rather show you," he said, leaning forward and kissing her belly button. She half-gasped half-giggled, the sound more surprised as though she hadn't known she was ticklish there. He kissed around her navel, licking at the little bumps that appeared across her skin as she shivered.

"I've dreamt of you too," she confessed as well, her accent thicker than usual, her voice breathier.

He rumbled in satisfaction and pulled her closer to his stocky body. He buried his face in her belly and she giggled suddenly as his mustache tickled her stomach. His cock twinged, her laughter, he found, had a powerful effect on it.

Barristan grabbed her and pulled her down on the bed with him so that they lay side by side on the big bed, she was naked while he was still wearing his drawers. He was holding her tightly to his side, staring at the ceiling.

"Might need a minute," he groused, not wanting to admit that he wasn't going to last more than ten seconds if they didn't stop. It had been too long for him... too long since he'd even pleasured himself. He was going to embarrass himself if he didn't reign himself in.

She snuggled into his side, content to just be near him, laying there. "I'm happy with this too," she said in the darkness.

He snorted. "I'm not."

Amani laughed softly, and snuggled into his side more. "I am pleased to hear this."

He actually chuckled and turned towards her so that they were face to face. He was staring at her intently and then his gaze dropped to her lips. She must have read his expression for she moved forward and pressed her mouth to his.

Barristan tensed uncontrollably, and his dick started weeping in his shorts. He wasn't going to last no matter he did. He knew this with certainty now. There was only one thing left for him to do, and that was make sure that she, at the very least, orgasmed.

"I'm not going to be much use to you, Lass," he murmured when she pulled her mouth away from his. She frowned at him, while he smiled faintly. "Let this old man show you something," he sat up in the bed, and arranged the pillows around her so that she was semi-reclining on the pillows.

"Sir...?" He paused at that. His blue eye focusing on her face intently. He'd liked that she'd called him that. He moved so that he was now in between her legs on his stomach. His smile widened as she spread her legs more to accommodate him.

He nether lips had parted with her movements and he'd lowered his mouth without preamble to lick at the dew that covered her. An ambush always gave the best chances of winning. He'd tossed one of her legs over his shoulder and he pushed on the other with his one hand, forcing her legs to stay spread. Her breath hissed out from between her teeth as he tongued her clitoris hungrily and she threw her head back onto the pillows.

He moaned against her as her right hand made an attempt to grab at his short hair and when that failed, pushed on head as her hips moved against him, grinding into his face. He did not pull away, rather his hand holding her leg moved up. His thick finger touching at her entrance tentatively.

Amani jumped and arched, a great shudder wracking her body as he deliberately pushed his thick finger inside her clenching pussy. She keened, her body glistening and writhing as if she were dancing still, her left arm was thrown over her head, while she still clutched his head.

He suckled her pearl, grazing his teeth and nipping at the sensitive bud all the while pumping his finger into her steadily. He'd been right to take this route, his shorts were soaked from his ejaculation and all it had taken was her trying to fuck his mouth, grabbing at his hair uselessly. He'd exploded as though he'd never tasted a woman before.