Marianna's chest heaved as she lay weakly on the table. Her clothes were in tatters, and she was certain she must have woken half the Inn up by now. William was next to her, watching the steady rise and fall of her breasts as she inhaled and exhaled deeply.
A small, feeble part of her mind tried to rouse her, to gather her clothes and pray that no one finds out. It wasn't too late to pretend it never happened, and to pretend she was still as chaste as she had been the night before. But as she glanced over at William, he's wicked brown eyes on her, she knew she couldn't come back from it.
She watched as he gathered his belongings, and noted with a small pang of jealousy that none of his clothes were torn or ripped. He slid his dagger back into its sheath, and buttoned his shirt. She made a mental note that she'd have to avenge her torn clothes that hung loosely off her body, and licked her lips at the thought.
Slowly she pulled herself into a sitting position, her legs dangling off the edge of the table. She was uncomfortably aware of how exposed she was, but she liked the expression on William's face every time he glanced over toward her. She couldn't help but notice the slight growth in his pants either, and with confidence she didn't know she had, she spread her legs a little bit wider.
"Goodness woman, give a man some time to recover," William murmured as he gazed at her, his eyes travelling all over her body.
"I don't know if I can wait that long," she whispered, pulling herself off the table. He looked up at her, his brown eyes locked on her blue eyes as she walked up to him. She'd seen the way the prostitutes that frequented her Aunt's Inn acted, and mimicking them, grabbed his cock through his pants. She felt it stiffen beneath her touch, and felt her own growing excitement.
Encouraged, she slipped her hands down his pants, feeling it grow in her hands. William let out a small growl at the back of his throat, and roughly pulled her hand away. Shame and rejection swept over Marianna for a second. But then his hands found her ass, and lifted her up to him. She wrapped his legs around his waist and kissed his neck, biting softly.
She expected William to slam her back on the table, and to take her there again, but instead he turned around and carried her towards the bar where his room key lay abandoned. Marianna ran her hands up and down his arms, feeling his hard muscles, and the way they rippled beneath his golden skin every time he moved or adjusted Marianna, or every time he gave her ass a rough squeeze.
Removing one hand from her ass, William picked his room key up from the bar counter and stuffed it in his pocket, before putting his hand back on her ass. He carried her upstairs, towards his room. She continued to kiss his neck, her teeth grazing his skin. Emboldened, she bit down on him as she kissed, and he let out a guttural noise. He removed a hand again, and for a second Marianna thought he was unlocking his room door. Instead he bought his hand down on her ass with a smack, and she let out a stifled yelp. Her whole body seemed to respond, feeling herself almost gushing between the legs with excitement.
It was exhilarating, her mostly naked body straddling a man just outside the rooms of people who at any moment could hear and poke their head out the door. She knew her Aunt was in one of these rooms, and Marianna dreaded to think what would happen if she was caught be her. The risk only aroused Marianna further, and she grinded her body up against William's as best she could.
She bit his neck gently again, and again William removed his hand only to bring it down on her ass with a smack, causing a louder moan to escape Marianna's lips.
William fumbled with a door, Marianna's legs still wrapped around his waist, and he staggered inside. The door swung shut and Marianna slid off of him, removing the rest of her clothes as she did so. She slid down to her knees, her hands unbuttoning his pants. His erection sprung free, and Marianna took a moment to look at it. She could hardly believe that not long before it had fit inside her, filling her up.
She had heard the prostitutes talk about what they would do to their clients, and taking a deep breath, she resolved to do the same. She took his shaft in one hand, rubbing up and down before gently guiding it to her mouth. It was big inside her mouth, and now that her lips were wrapped around it she wasn't sure what to do. The prostitutes never went into much detail, at least not around the 'pure' niece of the Innkeeper.
As if sensing her doubt, William put his hands on the back of her head, and gently started guiding her mouth up and down the length of his cock. With each movement, he moved his cock deeper and deeper inside her until it was hitting the back of throat. Looking up at him, his eyes half closed with pleasure, Marianna fought the urge to gag, determined to take as much of him as she could.
He slowly increased his speed, his hands gripping her hair tighter and tighter. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter, and moved her hand down her body. She'd never touched herself before, but Marianna wasn't sure she could wait for William, her desire growing stronger with each moan he made and each tug of her hair as he thrust into her mouth.
Hesitantly, she caressed her clit with her finger. She let out a small, muffled moan as she began to rub it, and William thrust harder into her mouth. He sped up with increased urgency, and she followed suit, bringing herself closer and closer to the edge. Just when she thought neither of them could hold on any longer, he withdrew his penis completely. She tried to take him in her mouth again, but he pulled back with her hair. She let out a frustrated mewl as William chuckled at her displeasure.
"Come here," he murmured, with a fistful of her hair, tugging upwards just hard enough to get what he wanted but not enough to cause any unwelcome pain. She stood shakily, still teetering dangerously close to the edge even though she'd withdrawn her fingers from her clit when he withdrew his cock from her mouth.
"Turn around, and get on all fours on the bed and look at the wall," he commanded, his voice low and sultry.
She nodded, uncertain, and did as she was told.
"Spread your legs more."
Once again she obliged, her whole body now on display for William to peruse. She could hear him taking his clothes off, and glanced behind her. Even in the low light of the room, he was stunning. He held his penis in one hand, rubbing it as he looked at her. Catching her eye, he gave her a devilish smile. If she wasn't already aroused - and the wetness dripping down her leg suggested she was - then she certainly would be with that smile.
He moved behind her, and put his hands on her ass, gripping her cheeks tightly. She closed her eyes as his touch made her desperate for him to take her again, for him to shove his cock inside her once more. In an instant his hands left her ass, one coming back down hard before the other slipped to her clit. She let out a gasp, her ass stinging and her clit sensitive to his touch. She looked back toward the wall, her back arched, unable to twist her body when he was playing with her.
"Do you like that?" he murmured. She nodded, although she wasn't sure which act he was referring to. His fingers danced over her clit, rubbing from side to side, and then back and forth. Every noise she made as she edged closer and closer to cumming, he would change his pattern so that her body never adjusted. Just as she thought she could take no more, his fingers moved away from her clit and one slipped inside her, and then another.
