Pre-Arranged Love Ch. 08

05/04/10

Omg! I'm so excited, Ch. 8 is done! lol, I can't wait for you guys to read it. God, it does feel like ages since I posted, jeez, thanks for sticking it out with me everyone! (lol) :)

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Happy reading!

le kitty

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Surprise flickered across Llewellyn's face, but he didn't speak and locking his gaze, I began to undress. Dark thoughts plagued my conscious mind, attacking my willpower to continue. What was the right choice? What was a morally wrong choice? I closed my eyes, trying to force the immediate sense of 'wrongness' away, I was doing this for no other reason other than to escape. I pulled the word into my mind, turning it over, my sole reason for doing this. Feeling my resolve return, with a deep breath, I opened my eyes. Llewellyn hadn't move; his face impassive as I continued to undress before him. The sleeves came off and I dragged the gown over my hips, allowing it to pool at my feet. I undid my kirtle and once it was free of my corset, it slipped to the ground.

I paused for a moment and Llewellyn spoke, "turn around."

My face flushed, I turned around. I felt Llewellyn's fingers at my waist as he removed the small farthingale and unlaced my corset. With a firm tug, Llewellyn had pulled it over my head and it lay discarded on the floor. My heart pounded in my chest as he lazily encircled my waist with an arm. Compliant, I allowed him to pull me against his hard chest. My breath sounded almost ragged as I felt his lips feast upon my neck while his other hand crept up to cup my breast, I felt my nipple harden as his forefinger rubbed it through the thin material. A moan bubbled to my mouth and I tried not to squirm.

"Ahh..." Llewellyn inhaled deeply against my neck as he brought his other hand to tilt my face back towards him. His lips swept across my cheek, "are you wet?" he whispered.

My breath stuttered and I let out a small gasp as Llewellyn's hand crept down to cup me between my thighs. I felt the warm heat of his hand upon my sex through the thin material and Llewellyn chuckled. My face heated at the slickness he was freely feeling. I squirmed as Llewellyn began to run his finger along my slit, the thin material offering little protection against his fingers.

"Take your chemise off." Llewellyn whispered seductively into my ear before his arms fell away from me.

I closed my eyes, knowing that I was about to strip away my last protection, the last vestige of my modestly. Slowly, I grabbed two fistfuls of my chemise before sliding it up, slowly revealing myself, my naked backside to Llewellyn. I dropped the chemise to the floor, resisting the urge to cover myself. This time I heard Llewellyn's breath catch. I shivered as I felt his hands upon my shoulders, trail down my naked skin, partially skimming over my breasts, "open your legs Callie..." Llewellyn's breath caressed my naked skin and I shivered again.

I squeezed my eyes shut, it was one thing just to get along with the sex, completely another to be doing all this foreplay. "Is this really necessary Llewellyn? Isn't taking me enough?"

Llewellyn wrapped his arms around me and I could feel the soft fabric of his shirt so intimately now that I was naked. "It will never be enough." Llewellyn thumbed a pebble hard nipple, his voice laced with huskiness, "I want you to know that your body will surrender every secret it has to hide...to know that I am the only one who can possess you like this ...Open your legs."

Llewellyn's voice washed over me hypnotically, but his words drew up a new fluttering my stomach. Taking an effort to calm my nerves, I inched my legs apart. I closed my eyes and tried not to gasp as I felt Llewellyn's fingers skim over my flat stomach to play against my sex. After a moment, he delved into me, stirring the forbidden pits of desire.

This time I moaned, sagging into the support of his arm and strong chest. "So wet and ready..." Llewellyn murmured.

I gasped as Llewellyn suddenly twisted my nipple. It didn't quite hurt, but the tingling it shot through me made me squirm and I brought my legs together as though that would help diffuse the rush of pleasure.

"Uh-ah, keep those legs open." Llewellyn's voice sounded softly, playful with an undercurrent of seduction. This time he flicked my nipple, eliciting another gasp from me and I opened my legs. Llewellyn chuckled as his fingers returned to my sex, teasing across my flesh, "Your body is delightful. Tell me, are you enjoying this?"

My eyes widened as my anger returned to me in full force. "You know what you are doing to me!" I replied, trying to ignore the tingling below as I turned my head to try and see him.

Llewellyn's hand left my sex again and came up to hold my chin, gently smearing my fluids across my lips. His fingers slipped slightly between my parted lips. "Ah yes, is this what I am doing to you?" Llewellyn teased as I tasted my fluids. He whispered in my ear, "I want you to tell me how I make you feel."

His breath breezed like a stimulant over my naked flesh and the hairs at the back of my neck stood up. I let out a shuddered breath, not sure how much I could endure now. This was not what I had expected.

"Hmm, well?" Llewellyn queried his tone lightly playful as his hand began to trace sensual circles across my bare skin, running so lightly over my stomach, my breathing deepened.

"I—, it feels good." I finished lamely.

"Ah, Callie, is that all you have to say to me?" Llewellyn's voice was silky, edged with his masculine huskiness. "Well, in that case..." Llewellyn's voice drawled off as he suddenly picked me up in his arms. "What—". That was all I managed to get out before Llewellyn had taken 4 strides and was lowering me onto the bed. I opened my mouth to speak but my words died on my lips as Llewellyn stepped back and I gazed into his eyes. They were deep, fathomless, burning with a barely restrained passion. My breath whooshed through my lungs. I was naked, bared completely to his view. I turned my head away but Llewellyn only brought my face back, brushing my brown hair out of the way as he bent to kiss me full on the lips, a slow and passionate kiss.

I closed my eyes as I allowed Llewellyn's tongue to probe into my mouth. His teeth nuzzled my lower lips before he pulled away. My breath caught as Llewellyn began to undress. Soon I was greeted with the sight of his beautifully toned chest. As he slipped out of his breeches, his manhood sprang free.

Llewellyn crawled onto the bed, I swallowed, unsure; he was taking this so slowly. His hands began to run up my calves, spreading them so my sex was open to his gaze. A lump formed in my throat at my wanton display, but I didn't pull away. Escape, I towed the reason to the forefront of my mind again just as Llewellyn suddenly pulled my thighs and with a yelp I slid down the bed to hit the pillow with my head. My mind blanked and I gasped as I was now pressed against his manhood.

My eyes met Llewellyn's smoldering ones, "Callie, do you remember what my manhood is called?"

I squirmed, my fists clenching the bed sheets underneath me as Llewellyn grated his hips against my opening tortuously slow. "Well?" He breathed, a seductive undercurrent to his voice as I felt him press insistently against me. Unconsciously I arched up to meet his length but he only pulled away, never ceasing to grate his hips against me. A small whimper escaped my lips and I closed my eyes.

"You called it a cock..." I managed with a slight gasp. Llewellyn bent down to kiss me on the cheek. "Correct", he whispered. "Now tell me how I make you feel..." Llewellyn's lips trailed past my jaw, down over the length of my neck to take my nipple into his mouth, I moaned. He kept me so aroused, his manhood rubbing against me just enough to keep me on the edge. I was ready to push him away, barely stifling the urge to pull him closer as my hands came up against his chest, but he captured my wrists and secured them to the headboard with soft fabric before returning his attention to my body.

A part of me almost felt relief that Llewellyn was leaving me no choice. I gasped as Llewellyn's teeth grazed my nipple. Again, that sudden sensation of tingling shot down to my sex and I squirmed against Llewellyn, causing his manhood to slide so slightly into me. I moaned again, louder this time as my back arched.

Llewellyn chuckled, "Callie, you're eagerness is delightful, but you have not answered me yet."

I turned my head aside, how could Llewellyn be so unaffected by what he was doing? I could barely think about anything else but the pleasure Llewellyn was eliciting upon me. "I can't think when you're pressing against me like this." I ground out.

Another light chuckle greeted my ears. "Callie, if you can think coherently enough to tell me that, then I am sure you can think coherently enough to tell me how I make you feel." I whipped my head up to glare at him but my protest was lost as he forced my arousal higher.

"Uugh," I groaned frustratingly. "Llewellyn, please!" I gasped, unable to hold out any longer. I arched my hips in a desperate attempt to relieve the building pressure, barely feeling the bite of the fabric in my wrists. I gasped as Llewellyn rubbed himself insistently against my slit, my resolve wavered, "You make me feel pleasure—"I groaned as Llewellyn pulsed against me, "— I've never felt like this before. I don't know what to think anymore, I'm afraid, because I don't know what I want anymore; you do things to me..." My eyes widened as I realized I had revealed far more than I had intended; Llewellyn had forced my insecurities to the surface. The look in his eyes was indecipherable, but he bent down to take my lips tenderly.

"Callie..." He murmured, so softly. My thoughts were swept away as he suddenly plunged into me and I arched my hip forward to receive him as I cried out. Sweat broke against my skin as I met his thrusts, feeling only the building pleasure. Our sweat mingled together and I could feel the exertion of my muscles and our labored breathing. I cried out against him and our bodies collided with more intensity. "Llewellyn!" I screamed as I plunged over the edge. Llewellyn's body spasmed with mine, "God, I love it when you call my name."

Llewellyn slid from me to release my wrists and I whimpered at the sudden emptiness. Llewellyn helped me up before wrapping his arms around me to draw me into his embrace. I sighed as I breathed in his musky masculine scent.

"You're mine", he whispered. "Don't be afraid...you're safe with me." I buried my nose in his soft chest hair, enjoying the warmth of his soft embrace. His words made me feel secure, a feeling I realized, I had not felt in ages, a feeling I knew I could not afford to keep. Closing my eyes, I let my mind go blank.

We stayed like that for a while and I knew we had reached a mutual agreement. When Llewellyn finally released me, it was to deliver the sweetest kiss yet. I opened my mouth to him. After a moment, he pulled away and cupped my face. "Oh Callie, if only you know what you do to me." With a small chuckle Llewellyn moved off the bed. I didn't move as he stood and looked down at me. My eyes trailed down the length of his chest, finally coming to rest on his manhood that was slightly erect. My eyes widened and a devious smile curled Llewellyn's lips.

He leaned forward to catch a strand of my brown hair between his fingers, tucking it neatly behind my ear. My breath caught as his fingers trailed across my cheek, rubbing across my lips. "So sweet..." he whispered. My breathing began to quicken.

Llewellyn's hand fell away, but he caught my eyes and smiled. "Get dressed Callie, or would you like me to do it for you?"

I caught the mischievous twinkle in his eyes and with a small glare I whipped my head away and got off the bed. "No, I can do it myself."

I snatched up my chemise, turning my back to him as I slipped into it, consciously aware of Llewellyn's gaze upon me. I slipped the corset over me and it was then that I realized I couldn't do up the laces at the back by myself. I turned to Llewellyn, his expression was mildly amused.

He arched an eyebrow. "Need help?"

I couldn't help my glare. "Yes," I shot him tartly.

"Come here."

With a glare I stepped over to Llewellyn, refusing to look up at him. "Turn around," he whispered.

I obeyed, happy to turn my back to him as I gripped the bed post. I sucked in a breath, allowing Llewellyn to tighten the laces around my waist. The act, which should have felt manual, felt sensual. His fingers lingered on my waist before slipping away. "Alright, we're done."

I turned around, trying not to notice his complete nakedness. "Thank you". As I moved past him, Llewellyn's hand caught my wrist. My head shot up. A small smile played on Llewellyn's lips. "You're welcome."

My eyes shot up in surprise and I searched his eyes that were nothing but serious. "You're a puzzle you know? I can't figure you out." I replied.

Llewellyn's smile widened. "Should I be flattered?"

"No," was my tart reply.

At this Llewellyn burst out laughing and released my wrist. "Alright, my little vixen, we shall explore this matter another time."

I eyed Llewellyn's self satisfied expression before walking back to where my clothes lay littered on the floor.

I heard the rustle of fabric and I knew Llewellyn was getting dressed likewise. I was about to attach the farthingale when Llewellyn's voice sounded, "Leave it off". Puzzled, I didn't question him. I was tying off the kirtle when Llewellyn's hand eased mine away. "Allow me", he spoke. I turned to see him fully clothed already and sighed.

I let Llewellyn slip the gown over me, his knuckles grazing my breasts as he laced up my bodice. The sleeves were short work and I patted the wrinkles out of the gown.

Llewellyn brought his arm around my waist and lifted my chin, "We have a few hours to spare before dinner, would you care to go for a ride with me?"

My look was scathing when I replied, "So this is why you told me to leave the farthingale off. I suppose I can't really decline your offer can I."

A lazy smile played upon his lips and he replied, "If you refuse me..." Llewellyn's lips brushed my cheek as he lowered his head to whisper in my ear, "—then I am sure I will be able to persuade you otherwise."

I shivered at his words which sent a tingling of excitement down my spine. I blinked and shook my head as if to dispel such thoughts but Llewellyn looked to me and queried, "No?"

My eyes shot up to meet him. "No—I mean yes."

Llewellyn arched an eyebrow, his amusement quite evident. "No, you decline or yes you accept?"

"I accept—" I paused, before adding with conviction, "but I'm not riding side saddle."

His laughter spilled around me and he brought me deeper into his embrace. "Oh Callie, you make demands etiquette does not allow." Llewellyn sighed, "But very well, I will let you go on this one." Llewellyn nuzzled my neck, "You will enjoy the ride, I promise." He murmured softly.

~*~

One hour later we were riding along one of the numerous woodland trails, Llewellyn's hunting grounds. I was riding a sweet tempered palfrey, Chester, and Llewellyn was only a few paces ahead of me on his destrier, a black stallion; Obrion. He was right, I was enjoying the ride. I could not recall ever riding through Woodland before, yet it felt so normal, so right. Riding was another feat I was very accomplished at, it felt second nature to me. My father always disapproved and my brothers were largely disgruntled by the fact that I rode so well.

The trees began to thin out and a laugh tore from my throat as I kicked Chester forward. The wind whooshing through my hair was unbelievably exhilarating. I caught up to Llewellyn, forcing his Stallion to shift to the right. It snorted its annoyance which only drew out another laugh from me.

"Race!"

With a mischievous grin I kicked Chester into a gallop, shooting out ahead of Llewellyn. For a palfrey, Chester had a very good pair of legs on her. With the element of surprise on our side, we easily drew out the distance between me and Llewellyn and I maneuvered Chester easily so that Llewellyn's stallion could not advance on me. I didn't turn back as the sparse trees gave way to expansive meadows and I urged Chester on, laughing in delight. Llewellyn's stallion easily swept up beside me. Turning to him, my eyes widened in surprise as I beheld the picture he made; he was breathtaking, beautifully handsome riding astride as the wind tousled his hair. The sun had turned it a lighter shade of brown and his blue eyes twinkled when he turned to cast me a sidelong glance, the corners of his lips tugging into an easy smile. My eyes dropped and I noticed his shirt, buffeted by the wind, it was offering me tantalizing glimpses of his chest. My cheeks heated and whipping my head up, I was just in time to catch the look of amusement in his eyes. Embarrassed, I looked away, he had noticed my scrutiny!

We rode silently, side by side for a few more minutes before Llewellyn drew ahead of me directing our course westward. A few more minutes and Llewellyn was drawing to a halt; we had stopped in the shade of a huge oak tree. I closed my eyes, taking a few deep breaths to slow down my heart and listened; I could hear the wisping of the fair breeze, the chirping birds of the mating season and beyond that, I thought I detected the slightest trickling of stream water. I smiled languidly, it was beautiful.

I didn't hear Llewellyn dismount so when his arms snaked around my waist to pull me off Chester, I gasped. Llewellyn chuckled as I fell against his chest. "Tell me, what is it you were thinking?" His voice held earnest curiosity and I replied freely. "I was listening to the calls of nature. It's beautiful," I breathed.

Llewellyn looked down at me and smiled, and his next words took my breath away. "Then you have no idea, you are ten times that beauty." He whispered.

I was caught speechless but Llewellyn slipped my hand into his and guided me to the trunk of the oak tree. He sat down, pulling me down beside him. "I hope you don't mind." Llewellyn spoke with a wry smile. I looked at him surprised. "Don't mind what?"

Llewellyn gestured around. "Sitting unconventionally."

I could only stare at Llewellyn before I forced a stiff laugh between my lips. "Llewellyn, don't start now. If you had cared about my thoughts and feelings, then you wouldn't have done what you did. As it is, no, I don't mind."

I turned away and silence filled the air for a moment. I felt satisfaction at my words, at having left Llewellyn at loss for what to say, even if temporary.

"Callie..."

I didn't turn to look at him, but he brushed his fingers against my cheek. "Look at me."

It was a command, spoken softly with gentleness. I turned to him, he held my gaze firmly, "I don't regret our lovemaking, I promised I wouldn't hurt you, and can you honestly tell me that you didn't enjoy it?"

I opened my mouth to reply but no sound came out. Llewellyn took advantage of my silence and continued. "Callie, I'm not heartless."

I stared at him unable to find words. Llewellyn left it at that and leaned back against the trunk of the tree to watch me.

Annoyed, I attempted to get up but Llewellyn caught a bunch of my gown from behind. "Don't go".

I fumed silently. "I don't see the logic in that. Clearly we have nothing more to say."

"On the contrary, I believe we have plenty to say. Sit." Llewellyn tugged the gown and I plopped down unceremoniously. Deftly, Llewellyn grabbed my waist and pulled me into his lap.

Uncouthly I tried to raise myself out of his lap, but Llewellyn easily pulled me back. After a few more failed attempts I gave up and glared at him, but he only wrapped his arms more snugly around my waist. He pulled me closer as his lips nuzzled my earlobe, "Do you really want to escape me?" Llewellyn murmured.