Fourth Tale

Chapter 8

8

Barristan had stared at the ceiling most of the night, was still staring despite dawn fast approaching. Amani had been snuggled into his side (she was still there), her arm across his belly, her leg over his own knee. He'd removed his drawers and had tossed them to the ground long after they'd been done. This was the first time since Lizzie that he'd slept in the nude and with another.

He had to admit it... he'd missed it. He'd missed the contact, the comfort, the warmth, the companionship. There was something to be said about sleeping with a woman. He glanced down at her dark hair and licked his suddenly dry lips. He liked how she felt against him, liked how she snuggled into him, her body pinning his down. He could feel his shaft stirring, slowly coming to life.

The monster in his throat did his damnedest to escape, but Barristan swallowed him down and took a deep breath. He wanted to make love to Amani, before the reality they lived in returned with a vengeance. Death was a constant companion in the Hamlet, something he knew better than most. He would probably not get this chance again.

He was very cautious as he turned towards her on the bed. He raised his leg so that his thigh was between her legs, almost flush to her vagina. Her arm had slid down his side to his waist, while he put his one arm beneath her head to bring her even closer to him. His free hand was against her side, his fingers splayed across her ribs, his thumb just barely touching the underside of her breast.

The weak rays of the sun filtered through the window, casting a dull orange glow across the bed. Barristan was able to see her clearly now, and his face softened as he took in her sleeping features. He wondered what her reaction would be to be awakened by an orgasm.

His thumb rubbed back and forth along her skin, just barely touching her breast. His cock stood to attention, touching her abdomen now. He figured he had a better chance of lasting this time around since he'd broken the dam the night before.

Barristan's hand started roaming, down her side, over her hip, down her thigh where he paused and slowly moved back up. He reached behind her to run his hand over her ass, enjoying the feel of her relaxed muscles. His finger ran along the crack of her behind gently, just touching. He felt her muscles tensing, and she jerked awake, her eyes popping open in surprise.

He frowned as her wild, wide eyes met his. There was a moment where he could have sworn she did not recognize him before she relaxed completely, her eyes returning to normal and staring at him languidly. The only indication that something had indeed troubled her was the pounding of her heart (which he could feel).

He moved his hand away from her ass and onto her hip. "It's all right, lass," he murmured thickly.

She purred and stretched, her body arching into his and he growled beneath his breath.

"Good morning," she yawned.

"Good morning, lass," he whispered and then he lowered his head and kissed her.

She moaned against him, her hips grinding into him. He pulled back to look down at her in the weak light. "Still want this old man?"

"Yes," she breathed it, her black eyes searching his.

His hand moved from her hip to her toned abdomen before sliding down their bodies. She lifted her one leg, giving him better access to her core. Barristan didn't hesitate and deliberately began massaging her plump nether lips, sliding his index in between her wet folds to touch at her pleasure nub.

She moaned against him and he brushed his mouth against hers. "I can't promise anything," he murmured, rolling over her and settling his bulk between her legs.