Trapped at the Altar by Jane Feather

Author:Jane Feather
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pocket Books

FIFTEEN

A door from the kitchen below opened and closed with a bang as the wind snatched it from the hand that opened it. Ivor stirred, his eyes fluttering. Someone visiting the outhouse? Silence fell again. He slipped back into sleep.

The innkeeper moved down the path through the vegetable garden, a dark shadow among the darker shadows. The rain came down in sheets, and he shielded his flickering lantern light within the fold of his cloak. Behind him the cottage was in darkness. Tilly slept soundly on the settle wrapped in her sheepskin jacket and thick cloak. The innkeeper’s lad dozed by the fire in the range, and his wife lay wide awake under the greasy coverlet of the bed in the alcove beside the bread oven. Waiting.

Ari didn’t know what had awoken her, but she lay in the darkness for a few minutes listening to the silence of the house around her and Ivor’s deep regular breathing, feeling the warmth of his naked body through the thin muslin of her night shift. Tentatively, she reached out a hand and let it rest on his belly. His breathing continued undisturbed. She let her hand slide farther down, her fingers slipping through the wiry tangle of hair at the base of his belly. She felt the soft flesh of his penis nestled between his thighs. Her fingertips moved over it, and it twitched a little. Ari smiled, an idea occurring to her as she remembered the previous night. If he could give her so much pleasure with his mouth, then maybe she could return the favor.

She slid down the bed, pulling the covers over her head, inhaling the warm, humid scent of his skin as she moved down his body. The even rhythm of his breathing continued undisturbed. She lifted his penis, and it twitched again. Then, as she enclosed it in her palm, she felt it thicken and harden. With a deft wriggle, she moved far enough down so that she could take the corded shaft of flesh into her mouth.

She could taste salt on her tongue, like seaweed, and instinctively, she grazed her teeth along the length of his penis, delicately touching the tip with her tongue, tasting the drop of moisture there. She could feel now that his whole body was awake, even as his sex quivered against her lips. She felt his hands curling into her hair, his fingers tracing the whorls of her ears under the covers. He seemed to grow even harder and thicker in her mouth, and she slid her hands beneath him to cup the hard round sacs.

Ivor groaned as the pleasure awakened his body, set his skin singing. Ariadne emerged laughing, pink-cheeked, from the covers. “Am I doing it right?”

“You know damn well you are,” he said, pulling her up roughly with his hands under her armpits until she was lying on top of him. He hauled the hem of her shift up to her waist and ran his hands over her bottom and the tops of her thighs.

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