...Ilona felt herself swaying toward Rolf, wanting his touch on her body. Her lips still tingled from the kiss he’d bestowed on her earlier. The sweet caress had sent a surge of power up her spine and a twinge of desire through her loins. It made no sense to want him after what had nearly happened with the woodsman, but the giving and receiving of pleasure was sure to replenish her magic.
She smiled dreamily at him, then remembered where they were. “Not here. It may not be safe. If only we could cross the stream.”
He removed her cloak and fastened it at her throat, the lifted her into his arms and waded into the creek. Ilona wrapped her arms around his neck and held on, but his footing was sure, even though the water swirled rapidly around his legs.
“You’re so strong,” she whispered.
He grinned at her, a proud look on his face.
When he set her down on the other side of the stream, she led him between the trees until she found a small, shady grove. “This is nice.”
Removing her red cloak, she spread it on the ground, then turned to face her naked companion. He stood before her, resplendent in his masculinity. His body was large and strong, with the well-defined muscles of a man who hefted a sword for a living. Her husband had been built like this, though he was fairer, with little body hair. Rolf’s chest was covered with dark hair that trailed down to his groin where his erect cock stood up proudly. His legs were long and sturdy.
“Are you just going to stand there and stare all afternoon?” His amused tone and self-satisfied smile galvanized her into action.
“Not all afternoon.” She untied the girdle around her waist and removed her gray, homespun kirtle, hanging it on a nearby branch. Clad only in her linen smock, she sat on the ground to take off her shoes and stockings. After untying her garters, she glanced at Rolf through lowered lashes. “Would you like to help?”
He joined her on the cloak and slowly rolled one stocking down her leg, caressing her skin as he went. Then he removed the other stocking. She moved to a kneeling position and let him remove her smock. The admiration of his gaze warmed her.
“You’re beautiful, Ilona.”
Slowly he reached out to touch her hair, twining a curl around his finger. He ran his other hand up her side to cup her breast, running his thumb over the nipple until it hardened. The muscles of her pussy clenched in response and she let her eyes drift closed.
“Yes, touch me.”
He cupped both breasts in his hands, teasing her sensitized nipples. Pleasure swirled through her. She gripped his shoulders and felt the strength of the muscles under his smooth skin. When he pulled her close, she melted into his arms and lifted her face for his kiss. Opening her eyes, she stared into his gaze, his pupils darkened with desire. She pressed herself against him as his lips crushed hers, his tongue darting inside to taste her. As her tongue dueled with his, she rubbed her breasts against his chest, letting the rough hair abrade her nipples.
Sensations swirled through her, around her. For every bit of pleasure she gave, she received even more. As her need spiraled, so did her magic. She wrapped one leg around his thigh and pressed her aching pussy against him. His hands squeezed her bum, almost lifting her off her feet.
With a gasp for air, she pulled away and lay back on her red cloak. He straddled her and closed his mouth over one nipple, laving and suckling it. She squirmed with pleasure and wrapped both legs around his waist, heeding the demands of her wet pussy. “I need you now, Rolf.”
He gripped her hips, angling them upward, and surged inside her, filling her to capacity...