Kivdar awoke the next morning to find Tavia staring at him. He was laying on his left side, she on her right with a good foot and a half of space between the two of them. For a moment he couldn't remember *why* she was still here. Ever since taking up his position in the castle he had only brought servants to his bed and *they* knew enough to vanish before he woke up. So then why was this woman still here?
As the woman noticed his gaze on her she offered him a small and most decidedly shy smile.
When he made to return it the events of last night suddenly flashed through his memory. "Tavia," he said sweetly. "Good morning."
Her smile grew just a little. "Good morning."
He slid a hand across the top of the mattress to grab one of her hands and brought it to his lips for a tender kiss. "Sleep well?"
"Yes," she replied. "Quite well."
"I'm glad," he stated as he released her hand and scooted himself a little closer to her. Once he was within reach he slid a hand along her upper left arm and over her shoulder. When his hand was sitting so that his fingers wrapped around the back of her neck and his thumb brushed her cheek he leaned forward to press a gentle kiss to her lips. Almost instantly he felt her tense beneath him. "Why darling, after last night I would have thought you wouldn't shy from my touch."
"I'm sorry," she mumbled quietly. There was a definite blush coloring her cheeks. "I couldn't stop myself."
"It is alright. I understand if I still make you nervous. Should you like, I'll leave you be and prepare myself to attend to my duties as the king's confidante."
Her eyes went wide with wonder. "You would do that? Just leave without pressing yourself upon me again?"
He gently caressed her cheek with his thumb. "If you would like me to, yes. I can hold off until tonight." It was the truth. Despite being intensely aroused at the moment, if she asked him to leave, he would. There were plenty of other ways for him to relieve himself.
There was a flicker of doubt in her eyes as she looked at him. "Alright, then yes. I think I would be more comfortable if you would leave."
For a moment he didn't move. It was difficult for him to tell if she was being sincere or if she was just testing him. Regardless, he decided to keep his words true. "If that is your wish." Pressing one more kiss to her lips he slid his hand away from her face, rolled onto his back and flipped the covers away from his body. There was absolutely no way for him to hide his arousal from her, so he didn't try. Instead he swung his legs over the side of the bed and prepared to stand himself up.
"Wait."
He paused in the process of rising to turn back toward her. She had propped herself up on her right elbow and was reaching her left hand out toward him. Though what he noticed most was her bare chest which had slipped out of the blanket. "Yes?"
For a little while she didn't say anything as her eyes danced along his body, taking in everything. "I didn't... That is to say..." She let out a small huff. "I didn't think you would truly leave."
"Why not? I asked you if you would like me to go and you said yes. I can respect your wishes." At least he could respect them right now, come tonight he wouldn't be as polite.
Something that might have been the beginning of tears sparkled in the depth of her eyes, but no tears ever fell. "If you would do that for me, I can do this for you." With or without directly intending it her eyes flickered down to the bulk between his legs. "You seem to need it."
Deciding not to cheapen her offer by letting her know he almost *always* woke up like this, he smiled and swung his legs back up onto the bed. "If you are certain."
Her tongue slid out to wet her lips as she watched him. "Yes. I would like to do this for you."
That was all he needed to hear. In less then a second he flicked the blankets away from the rest of her body and brought himself beside her. It was incredibly sweet and brave of her to be so obliging. So for her first reward he slid a hand up to cup the side of her face, bringing his lips to hers for a hot and hungry kiss. When their lips first connected the girl tensed, but as the kiss went on she began to relax allowing one of her hands to tentatively slide up to his side.
Well, well it seemed his little darling was actually going to try and put herself into it this morning. Last night she had been so unbelievably frightened that she had barely touched him the entire time. That was to say no more then she *had* to touch him. She hadn't lifted her hands up off the bed sheets until they were in the final stretch and she could no longer be considered a virgin. Now, with her hand slowly caressing his side in light fleeting strokes he decided he liked this much better.
With a slight gasp he broke their sultry kiss and set his head to nestle in the crook of her neck, his breathing picking up in pace. While he did this he set hungry hands to her body, stroking her from shoulder to hip, caressing her breasts, her stomach, and even her lower mound. This morning he wouldn't have quite the amount of time he had last night, but he *would* make certain she was ready to accept him before he claimed her. As soon as he was breathing at a more reasonable pace he kissed her neck, nibbling gently, then moved down to her breasts. The moment his lips captured one of her nipples he plunged a hand between her thighs stroking the tender lips of her vulva, circling the sensitive flesh, delving deeper to find her clit. When he found it, she gasped.
He pressed a little more firmly, circling it, massaging it until her breathing began to increase. She writhed beneath him, her back arching, her breasts pushing against him. He groaned as her thigh brushed over his cock, then quickly positioned himself at her drenched entrance. When his cock head entered her tight passage, she took a deep breath. He pressed in, and she gasped in such a manner he decided to pause.
Removing his lips from her nipple he lifted his head to look up at her face. "Did I hurt you?"
She breathlessly shook her head. He smiled starting to move, with slow, deliberate care, his cock withdrawing and pressing forward in long, loving strokes. His hips moved and flexed, entering her deeply as she wrapped herself around him. He plunged and retreated, moving deeper inside her as she clung to him, taking every heated inch. They moved in a slow, sensual rhythm, and he began altering his angle by degrees, varying his depth of penetration until she groaned, her hips grinding against his.
With one final adjustment she pushed her pelvis forward, taking him in deeper, meeting every thrust with her own matching pressure. This change caused him to lose himself, his lovemaking became less controlled, the tide of his desire carrying him away. All of his masterful orchestration snapping under the pressure of his growing need. He returned to suckling her breasts, his hips moving in increasing speed and pressure, his cock pummeling her with frantic hunger.
Crying out with pleasure she tilted her head back against the bed, her nails clawing down his back. She gripped his hips, wrapping her legs around his waist to draw him in even deeper. Her body clutched at him, their sweat slick bodies sliding against each other, molding and melding in an inferno of passion. After a few more minutes he felt her cunt contracting against his hard cock like a vise. He groaned loudly, bucking against her, riding out that lovely orgasm until he could take no more. With a shuddering gasp he slammed home, burying himself inside her welcoming warmth and collapsed against her.
This woman was simply amazing. So innocent, yet so passionate at the same time. "Tavia," he murmured between breaths. "You are to wonderful for words." With a tender kiss he slid himself out of her and rolled onto his back.
