Aidan almost lost it right there when Marion offered herself to him. Knowing her history with Eric, he understood how much trust it took for her to take the next step with him, especially after knowing him for such a short time.
She was beautiful. That was the only word for it. Her round curves, the pink tips of her breasts and the sweet heat between her legs were more perfect than he could’ve imagined. She’d been hiding for far too long underneath those baggy clothes of hers and he couldn’t wait to explore every delicious inch.
He’d offered to stop. Gave her complete control over whether or not they would make love. He had held his breath until she answered, afraid she would say no. Afraid he hadn’t been enough for her.
But she had given herself to him with a wicked smile. One he returned as he advanced on her. Crawling over her, he positioned himself between her legs. He paused briefly to touch her breasts again, pleased at the way her eyes glazed and her breath quickened.
Gently he pressed himself against the edge of her center. She was wet, but unyielding, tighter than he would’ve expected. With teasing persistence, he won his way through, groaning as her heat gripped him. She lifted her hips, trying to help him go deeper, and gave a soft, satisfied cry as he penetrated her fully. Aidan began to rock them both in a slow steady rhythm, one hand stroking her core as they moved.
She cried out in release and the muscular spasms of her core milked him until he shouted his own climax. They sprawled on the bed, hands and legs intertwined.
“That was amazing,” Marion said with a satisfied smile.
“And only the beginning,” he said, scooping her into his arms. She molded herself to his body as if she’d been made for him; head resting on his shoulder, arm draped around his neck, and body curled against his chest like a cat about to purr. He’d never been this comfortable with The Lady in his arms.
“There’s more?”
“You have no idea. Wait here.” Aidan rolled out of bed and disappeared down the hallway. When he returned he held what looked to be an ancient clay jug covered with Fay glyphs and two glasses. Pouring the contents of the jug into a glass, he offered it to her. “Drink.”
Marion took a hesitant sip hoping the wine tasted better than its sour smell. Surprisingly it was smooth with an herbal aftertaste. “Interesting. What is it?”
“It’s an herb wine that works as an aphrodisiac.”
“Really?” She gave him a skeptical look.
“You’ll see.” He smiled. “Now, if you’ll follow me.” He took her by the hand and led her to the bathroom, which glowed with the light of dozens of candles.
While she sipped at her wine, he filled the tub with steaming water and a handful of herbs from a clay pot on the vanity. The hot water released the fragrant scent of the roses and rosemary. Marion inhaled deeply, enjoying the floral aroma.
When the bath was full, Aidan pulled her to him and kissed her. His hands wandered her body, stirring her senses with their light touch. She stood naked before him, rounded breasts tipped with puckered rosebuds, the curve of her hips drawing his eye to her center. He knew if he touched her pussy she would be wet already. The wine had given her cheeks a deep pink flush and her eyes gleamed with desire.
Marion leaned in to kiss Aidan, nibbling at his lower lip. She skimmed her hands across his chest, smiling when his stomach tensed at her touch. Kneeling, she curled her hand around his hard length and stroked the smooth skin, laughing softly when Aidan groaned. Holding his gaze with hers, Marion took him into her mouth. She ran her tongue along his shaft and circled the head, teasing.
Before he exploded, he pulled away from her.“Not so fast. We’ve got a lot to do tonight.” He held out a hand and pulled her to her feet.
Aidan stepped into the tub, which was easily large enough for them both, and extended a hand to Marion once again. She joined him and sat between his legs with her back to him.
Aidan grabbed some scented soap and a washcloth, squeezing it until a rich lather formed. He then scrubbed Marion’s back.
She gave a moan of delight. “That feels wonderful.”
Aidan moved the cloth across her nipples slowly, smiling at her gasp and the way she threw her head back. Marion squirmed, her bottom rubbing against him, reminding him of his own need.
Giving her breasts a reprieve, he dragged the rough fabric across her stomach and between her legs. When he’d thoroughly washed and aroused her, he abandoned the cloth in favor of his hand, caressing her core until she shuddered in climax.
Slipping a finger into her folds, he checked to make sure she was wet, and, satisfied that she was ready, he gently lifted her by the shoulders and turned her until she was facing him. He pulled her toward him, leaning down to take a nipple in his mouth.