She leaned forward and placed her open mouth on the left thigh of his trousers. Sucking softly she could taste the drops of ale drawn into her mouth. The blood raced in her ears as she drew closer to his manhood which was growing ever slightly. When she placed her mouth over his center she could feel his cock pulsing just under the thin cloth. A groan sounded above her and she looked up to see his eyes closed and his head tossed back in bliss. The sight empowered her and she hesitantly reached her hands up to grab his firm butt cheeks and drew him closer. The pressure of her sucking increased and she took him slightly into her mouth through the fabric.
His hands reached down to tangle in her hair and pull her head closer. Her mouth felt like heaven and he longed to be rid of his trousers. He pulled her head back and reached down to unfasten his restrictive trousers. He freed himself and watched her as surprise flickered over her features. He took it as a good thing and guided his cock to her mouth.
Tristan's cock was larger than any other man's she had seen and it looked... well different. There was much less skin and she found it to be somewhat more appealing to the eye. She opened her mouth curious for this new experience. The skin was warm and salty against her tongue which she swirled around the head of his growing cock. He jerked in her mouth and she cast her eyes up to see him watching her with a hunger in his eyes. The look alone sent a zap of pleasure straight through her body and she sucked on him harder with a moan. The waves of pleasure lapping his body were threatening to make him lose control and he had hardly even begun. He gently pulled out his rock hard cock and moved around her to sit on the bed.
"I want you to strip for me," he said, "Slowly." Adrenaline poured into her veins and she fought to keep herself from fleeing. First, she pulled on the strings holding her corset together. With trembling fingers she removed the corset and let it fall to the floor.
"I want you to look at me as you do this," he commanded from the bed. She let her eyes travel upwards as embarrassment flooded her cheeks. Second, she untied her skirt and let it fall to the floor keeping her eyes on his own. The agony of stripping began to lose its sway as she met his lust filled eyes. She brought her hands to the bottom of her top and slowly pulled it up and over, reaching up her arms and allowing her breasts to stretch upwards. When she was completely nude she stalked toward him at which point he grabbed her roughly and crushed her against him. He held one of her breasts and found it was the perfect size to fit his fingers. The other he drew into his mouth and suckled fiercely. Moans left her mouth unbidden and he reveled in the simple praise. The pleasure he was giving her filled her with such longing she thought she might burst.
"Take me now, Lord Tristan. Please take me now," she moaned out. He kneaded her breasts and looked to her face filled with rapture. He wanted to make her scream his name in ecstasy.
"Not quite my lover," he replied with a grin, appreciating her eagerness. He rose up and turned them around, pushing her back down onto the bed with her legs dangling off the end. Kneeling down he pulled her luscious entrance closer and swept his tongue over her opening. She moaned and clutched the sheets with balled fists. He lapped at her sweet juices and nipped her outer folds working her into a frenzy. Finally he brought his lips to the bud of her clitoris and clamped down sucking and kissing. Her orgasm rushed over her unexpectedly and she screamed his name to the room locking her legs around his head. He drank her down like a fine wine and brought her down slowly from her orgasm. She released the python grip that her legs had held on his head and let out a contented sigh, gazing down on him languidly.
He stood up and slipped his clothes off to expose his rich tanned muscles and throbbing erection. He climbed over her and she brought her knees up, parting her thighs to allow him entrance. He lifted her legs to his shoulders and poised himself at her entrance. His need for her was deep and burning and with a shout he slammed into her causing a small cry to leave her body and wrenching another orgasm from her. His breath left him in a hiss as her tight pussy clamped down harder on him as she rode out her orgasm. When it had at last subsided he lowered her legs and then pulled out only to slam down on her once more. This time she lifted her hips to meet his and he lost himself, thrusting into her with abandon. Her body gripped him tighter and she raked her nails over his back, eliciting a shout from him as he spilled himself into her. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him in tighter rubbing herself against him until she was climaxing yet again only this time, with him.
Tristan collapsed on top of her then bonelessly fell to the side on the bed, sleep overwhelming him. Isolde curled herself next to him and could only hope that this was only a taste of what was to come.
