An Irish Flower (Medieval Romance/Adventure Story)

Chapter 20: Home

Here's the update you've been waiting for! I have some interesting ideas for the next few chapters.... some twists and turns that you may not be expecting... and others that you may have already guessed. We'll find out soon enough ;) Anyways here's the next chapter, enjoy! And don't forget to vote, vote, vote and comment your thoughts! But please vote if you don't want to comment. :)

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Chapter 20

Standing next to Maeve's bed, they kissed each other. Weylin wrapped his arms around her tenderly, willing the pain of the past months and days away with his embrace. He could feel her melting in his arms. “My love, we are safe now. I'll not let anything harm you again.” Maeve smiled up at him. “How could such a great love come out of such a horrible circumstance, my husband?” He brushed his fingers down her cheek, loving the happiness he saw in her face. “I suppose God made it happen. There's no other explanation that makes sense: he intended me for you, and you for me.”

Weylin's fingers found the laces on the back of her dress. Maeve sighed as he undid them, letting the dress fall from her slender shoulders. Her lace chemise was sheer and very alluring, beckoning him to touch her through it. He could see her taut nipple protruding through the thin fabric. He lowered him head and brushed his lips against her breast through the lace. She ran her fingers through his hair, moaning as he touched her. He lifted her chemise above her head and returned to her breast to suckle it. Now completely bare before him, her back arches against his face in pleasure as his tongue circled her nipple, grazing the tip lightly.

Then Maeve pulled him back to a standing position and started to unbutton his shirt. She pulled it off of him and threw it across the room, drawing a smile from Weylin. “Do you want me that bad, love?” She grinned and focused her attention on his bulging brais, unlacing the front. He wiggled out of them and stood before her completely bare. His desire for her was very evident in his erection which stood erect, waiting for her attention.

Maeve stepped back until she reached the bed, then lay on her back and motioned him with her finger to come to her. He loved it when she acted like this; so sure and confident, so passionate. It was the Maeve that had been stifled at his father's castle, fearful of the evil man who had threatened her.

“Come, my love; I would have you take me now.” Her sultry voice would surely drive him mad. “Whatever you desire, my love; I'm at your command,” he murmured as he moved onto the bed. He moved half on top of her, his stomach between her legs, taking a nipple in his mouth and teasing it with his tongue, making her moan. Then he slid down, kissing her stomach and sides, then moving down her upper thighs. The feeling of skin on skin was like fire; it burned both of them and left them wanting more.

He slid down even further and started kissing her inner thighs. Her hands gripped the sheets and she moaned again as his tongue traced her opening. Her back arched as he lightly licked her hidden flower, the small fleshly nub between her scented petals. “Maeve, you are so beautiful. I could take you forever. I could make this last a very long time.” Maeve groaned. “You tease, my love! I can't wait that long! I must have you now...”

His tongue began to work in earnest and her breaths came harder as he worked her towards release. He slipped a finger into her wet canal as his tongue moved on her bud, causing her to cry out in pleasure amidst her shallow breaths. He slipped in another finger, pushing them in and out as he licked and suckled her. Her back arched against him and she cried out in ecstasy as she climaxed against him. Sighing and trembling, her hands found his hair. He slid up her body and wrapped his arms tightly around her.

“Can you handle more?” She smiled and nodded. “Yes. I want to feel you inside of me, loving me-” She groaned as his hard shaft slipped inside of her ready canal. He could feel her muscles contract, squeezing him as he moved into her. He groaned in pleasure and started to slowly thrust. Her breathing became shallow again, and she started moaning as he moved, grinding against her. His arms were wrapped tightly around her, holding her close as he thrusted inside of her.