"Did you come here because you wish to lay with me Sir?"
That was all that I could manage to say as his thick body entered and framed the doorway into my chamber. As he sauntered a few steps towards my bed, his eyes and his body said more than his mouth ever could.
"I wish to do more than lie with you."
He looked massive and intimidating, and yet I couldn't take my eyes off him. Especially as he began to undo his waistcoat. I was mesmerized watching him peel off his layers. After the waistcoat came his shirt, revealing the chest and stomach that I could already imagine my hands running over. I could feel my breath, as well as my heartbeat, begin to increase, and a pulsing sensation was beginning to throb between my most intimate parts. As he reached to undo his cravat, he looked me dead in my eyes, one eyebrow arched up as if he was daring me.
"Stand before me."
I rose from lying on my side, to standing on my feet. I had nothing but my chemise on and I could feel my nipples already tightening in anticipation.
"Come to me." He commanded.
It took only three steps to be in front of him. My face staring directly at his chest. "What would you like from me Sir?"
I felt his hand on my chin, guiding my gaze up to be directly into his eyes. "Instinct. I watched you down in the tavern and you are no novice at this. I want you to trust your instinct and follow it."
He was right. I knew what I wanted downstairs. And It pleased me to know that my coy bedroom eyes spoke a language all of their own, telling him that I wanted him to follow me to my bed chamber. Wondering if he actually would.
Instinct took over. I reached up to untie his cravat, pulling the long material down his chest, trailing my fingers gently. The rise and fall of his breath was heavy with anticipation.
He grabbed the fabric from my grasp. His big hands enveloped both of my shoulders. Skillfully, and almost effortlessly, he spun me around, keeping my arms behind my back, and I could feel him binding my wrists with his cravat.
He stepped forward into me. I felt his engorged cock pressing through his trousers against the curved rounds of my backside. His cock was almost laying into my restrained hands as if it was a gift that I couldn't quite touch and his torso was pressed up along my spine.
He lowered his head next to my ear. His hands brushed the loose tendrils of hair at my nape aside. The sound of his labored breathing and the heat of his breath was making me melt. But nothing affected me more than when he spoke again.
"This. This right here." He said while reaching around to my front, grabbing the mound between my legs. "This will be mine. And I will hear you scream with pleasure."
I instantly felt the fire ignite between my legs and then he was gliding me across the floor towards the bed. When my knees brushed up against the frame, I recognized the weight of his palm between my shoulder blades, and his other palm anchored at my waist so that he could bend me down, pushing my face and torso towards the bed.
The weight of his body was on top of me, pinning me down. I felt his hands reaching back, pulling the hem of my chemise up over my thighs, and higher until it was over my arse, the cool air startled me. And then I felt him slide down my body until he was on his knees. His hot breath was against my pussy and I've never felt more exposed than at this moment.
"Look at this beautiful cunt."
Did I hear that right? It was more of a whisper but I am sure my ears did not deceive me. He then breathed in deeply. "Your scent is intoxicating. I could get drunk on your honey." I thought I was going to spend right then and there. Hearing him mutter those words was absolutely divine.
And then I felt his fingers on me. Slowly he spread my pussy open so that he could see my most intimate parts and he groaned with satisfaction and gave a deep "Oh yessss". The anticipation was torture. And it grew worse as I felt his hands move back down to bracing my thighs.