Rian and Grace
This is the second installment in the series. You really should read "Rian" before reading this. These two stories are my first real attempt at erotic fiction, so please feel free to let me know what you think.
Grace awoke slowly, feeling a strange, warm sensation drifting over her cheekbones, eyes and forehead. Gradually the haziness of sleep cleared and she realized where she was and who she was with. Rian's naked warmth pressed against her body from chest to feet, and she stretched languidly against him as he kissed her face gently. Her eyes opened slowly, blinking, trying to focus on him in the dim room. She had no idea how long they had slept, entwined like this, but it couldn't have been more than a couple of hours as it was still dark outside the windows.
She smiled as she remembered the events of the last few hours, how she had touched Rian's innermost sensitive spot, and his uncontrolled, breathless response to her slightest caress.
"Something amuses you?" Rian asked as he kissed her hair.
"No, I wouldn't say amused, just a pleasant memory," she answered, her hands tracing the contours of his muscled shoulders as she stretched up to kiss him on the mouth. He returned the kiss softly, his lips barely brushing hers before his hand came up and cupped her delicate jaw. The kiss deepened, his mouth slanting across hers, his tongue pushing between her lips, sliding over hers. Her hands held the back of his head, holding him to her, silently pleading with him not to stop. She moaned quietly, low in her throat and he broke the kiss off. His head snapped up, his eyes boring into hers.
"Grace, I know you said you were ready to be taken, but I want you to be absolutely sure that it's really me you want. Not what my father is telling you that you want," Rian whispered.
"I agree that I never would have come to you yesterday if your father hadn't demanded it, but I can honestly tell you that I do not regret anything we've done up to this point. I see something in your eyes that tells me that you will be patient and gentle with me, I'm not afraid of you, or anything you might decide to do with me. I've known since I was a child that you had a noble heart, not like most of the foul-talking warriors you lead. I'm twenty-three years old, Rian, an old spinster by today's standards. I'm ready for this, and I want you to be the one to teach me," Grace answered, her eyes never leaving his.
"I wish I was as noble as you give me credit for, Grace. If I was, I would refuse to destroy your maidenhead, but as noble as I am, I am also weak. I'm captivated by your beauty, your innocence. Your hands are magical, your lips are delicious and your body sets mine to flame. I will do this thing you ask of me, but only because we both desire it, and I'm unable to persuade myself not to. I don't want to cause you pain, but you know I will, do you not, Grace?"
"I've heard of the pain involved with the first coupling. I know you will not cause me any more pain than necessary. As I have said, I'm not afraid of you, or of this," she answered quietly, sliding her small hand down his torso and grasping his hardening shaft. His breath caught and he groaned softly as his body responded to her touch.
She stroked him gently, his hardness hot and throbbing in her grasp. He stilled her hand by grasping her wrist and ground out, "Easy, Grace, or we'll have to rest again before we accomplish anything."
He slowly rolled her onto her back, leaning down to kiss her mouth and neck. His hand cupped her round, firm, breast. His strong fingers caressed the underside before he ran the pad of his index finger over her nipple, causing it to harden. She gasped, experiencing the new sensation. His mouth slowly traveled from her neck, across her chest before he flicked his tongue quickly over her hard nipple. She moaned, her hands grasping his head and holding his mouth against her as he took the tight little pink tip into his mouth, suckling her, and running the edge of his teeth over it. Her back arched, pressing more of her pert breast into his mouth as she moaned deeply. He turned his attention to the other breast, giving it the same attention as the first as his hand slowly traveled the length of her abdomen.
His fingers circled her navel before drifting lower, into her small patch of soft, golden curls. He ran his fingers through them, eliciting another groan from her before his mouth began following the same path as his fingers.
