Claiming by Saskia Knight

Someone to be feared?”
    It was his turn to frown. “Feared? Why would you think that?” He helped her adjust her clothing for her, tucking in her chemise and gown and smoothing it under her bliaut.
    She shrugged. “Because…” Should she admit that her one and only lover had found her passion too overwhelming and had left her because of it?
    “Rowena. Tell me, what do you know of sex?”
    “I know of sex. I have lain with a man before.” She looked up at him with a defensiveness that made him laugh.
    “Indeed? I am not shocked, my lady, although no doubt I should be. I guessed as much. For someone as passionate as yourself, there must be a reason you have sworn off men. It’s simple. You must have chosen poorly to have been disappointed.” He lifted her chin. “I will not disappoint, nor will I leave. Lay down, my lady and listen.”
    The replies began to form in her head, only to die on her lips. She lay down, curled on her side and watched him sit opposite, idly pick a flower and tickle her hand with it. “So, sir, what tale will you tell me?”
    “No tale, my lady, but a description of my intent. First, I would explore your body.” He smiled, a slow smile that heated her stomach. She smiled back. “I wouldn’t be able to move past your breasts for some time for they are indeed, perfect, and there is much to be admired. With my fingers, with my lips, with my tongue.”
    She shivered and clenched herself inside but her eyes didn’t stray from his. “Go on.”
    “I’d lave my tongue against that cherry red nipple until it grew tight under my caresses. Then I’d take your breast into my mouth, and suckle until you feel like you’re going to explode. You know that feeling, don’t you?”
    She swallowed and nodded, the blush on her face telling him her answer.
    “Then, I would strip you of all your clothes.” He shifted himself and she could see he was aroused. For the life of her she could not lift her eyes from the thick rod that pushed against his britches. “Do you know what I would do then?”
    She shook her head, unable to speak a word.
    “I would take my mouth and lick you. I would like to taste you. I would explore you with my fingers, with my tongue, I would discover where you like to be touched, where you liked to be teased and tasted.”
    “And I,” her voice was faint. “What would I do?”
    He smiled. “Not lie quietly, that much I am sure.” He took a blade of grass and stroked it up her neck. She grabbed it and drew it into her mouth, sucking the grassy liquid from the blade.
    “Then what?”
    He gazed distractedly at her lips sucking at the blade of grass, before speaking again.
    “Then, you would lay there, the air quickening from your open lips, your quim, wet and ready for me. And you would lie back and open your legs for me.”
    “What if I did not?”
    “I would push them open.”
    “What if my arms held your arms tight so they could not push them open?”
    “Then, I would take the long train of silk from your hood and wrap it around those beautiful wrists and tie them tight so you were held for my pleasure.”
    “Held? But I would not like to be held.” She frowned for a minute but her curiosity won out. She looked up at him and held his gaze with dark, dark aroused eyes. “And then?”
    “I would feel your sex, stroke it with my finger, watch you move, watch you wriggle against me, watch you wanting more. Then,” he shrugged, “I would know you are ready for me and I would plunge my cock into you and you would receive me. It may feel tight to begin with, but, after? Nicely tight.”
    “But…” she stayed her hand on his. “Would you not roll me over first?”
    “Ah, your knowledge is surely limited. But, yes, I could roll you over and take you from behind. Some women like it thus. But I would like to watch you. You have a face that shows exactly what you are thinking. As it does now.”
    “And what is it that I’m thinking now.”
    “That your curiosity