My Lady Series Bundle (45 page)

She barely knew Radford, and she wondered how she could feel so close to him, so much a part of him, or perhaps it was so much in tuned with him. Yet, somehow, in some way, an inner part of her sensed the pieces fitting together exactly as they were meant to be. She completely believed in fate. The abundance of bursting creativity inside her desperately needed its faithful existence. And if ever it was just an extraordinary coincidence of events that transpired around her, she would never admit it, yet she would compel those occurrences into the region that had to be fate.

Like now.
Exactly like how she and Radford had been fatefully thrown together. And that is why it felt so natural. Because it was meant to be for this moment. One fateful moment might lead to two or three, but what mattered was
this
fateful moment. A moment that was completely outside her manipulations and planning. It was wholly unrehearsed or coerced, and she realized that she had the deep assurance inside her that Radford was acting out of natural occurrence now and not her manipulations.

She was surprised how much that affected her and how much that she craved it. She also was so grateful that he was intelligent enough to realize that her silly ploy had gone so wrong and she was endangered because of it. Or perhaps, he had simply been furiously following her to extract his angry reprisal from her? Yet, his honor had leaped forth, no matter which impetus, and when he'd seen her in danger, he had saved her. No one had ever stood stronger for her before

"Better, sweetheart?" Radford's voice was low and concerned, and the heat of his breath lightly lifted tangles of her hair falling about them.

Nia sniffed loudly, nodding against the crook of his neck. She felt his lean muscular body shifting slightly, then his hand lifted up with a white linen handkerchief. She uncurled one arm from its fetal position in front of her and grasped the handkerchief.

"T-Thank you," she mumbled with her voice cracking. She felt rather than saw his small smile as she brought the handkerchief to her nose. It was then she realized that she still had her mask on. It was askew, but still covered her upper face, except for her eyes. However, its crooked position hindered her from blowing her nose, so she reached to adjust it.

Radford's hand brushed her hand with the same movement. "Let's remove this, Nia. It will be easier for you."

"No, I..." she exclaimed softly, pressing his hand to stop him from removing it. But of course she could not have stopped him, if he had not halted. He looked intensely at her, deeply into her eyes, but without visible emotion. "I cannot," she exclaimed with heartfelt dismay.

Radford's depth-filled gaze continued for a long moment, before he sighed, relaxing some of the tension she could feel in his body, as he murmured, "As you wish, cherie." He lifted his hand and then he cupped her cheek gently with his thumb rising to brush her bottom lip slowly. He gazed at her thoughtfully now. "I do not want you to be afraid. Not of me, cherie."

If she had any tears left, they would have welled into her eyes again as her features formed a stricken appearance. "I am not afraid of you, Radford." Her words insisted this on the texture of his thumb stroking her so intimately. He was so handsome with his eye patch, shadowed jaw, and one clear crystal blue eye, whose gaze entranced her. A handsome rogue.

Her arms were around his strong square shoulders. They were so close to each other she could feel his lean muscular body everywhere. His forearm was bare that lifted his thumb to soothe her lips and chin lightly. The cuff of his shirt had been ripped somehow in the scuffles. The movement of his arms shifted as he reached to brush his thumb over her cheek and suddenly his forearm rubbed over the tip of her nipple. She gasped softly at the surprise twinge of pleasure, as they naturally both looked downward.

Nia saw her nipple peak immediately like a small lengthening post with a tightening rosy bead on the very tip. That taunt little bead pressed boldly into the flesh of Radford's forearm. Immediately, she felt Radford's cock slowly beginning to stiffen against her bottom. His hand was moving from her cheek to her shoulder, where it caressed her, then stiffened, then it stilled. "I need to get you out of here," he said suddenly.

The import of his words instantly seized her, even as she was responding with an emotionally charged impulse. If she had been further away from Radford, it would have been a leap, yet as close as they were, it was frantic snatching. Her arms reached further around him as the front of her upper body turned more closely into his chest. She cried his name with soft urgency. If they were to leave now, everything would change and her delicate balance could not sustain that. To her it felt as though she might lose him, if she were to let him lift her and carry her away. The need inside her was not logical, but pure. It was born out of her gratefulness that he had saved her, out of her deep attraction for him, and out of her urgent feminine desires that held no rationality. The desperate sound of Radford's name leaving her lips reverberated in the small heated space between them, just before her lips touched his lips seeking a frantic kiss.

"N
ia."

Radford tangled his fingers into Nia's hair, reacting with an unthinking male instinct as he pressed the back of her head to pressure her wild kisses beneath his lips. She tasted of woman, hot and sexual, ripened with fertile needs. She was wicked honey, naughty and full-bodied. His lips caught her impetuous need and together they formed abandon. Kissing fast and uninhibited. He fed on her mouth and she fed on his, while their bodies responded without restraint. Nia's so exuberantly that she undulated against him with a clear chorus of desire.

Her soft curves arched with demand against his body and she pushed him back by his shoulders as though to command him. Under the force of her eager passion, he yielded, stretching his back against the tree as she rose up to turn and crawl over him. Their kissing continued uncontrolled and nearly frantic as she straddled his lap, and he turned her seeking lips forcefully beneath his by the leverage of his hands tunneled into her hair.

Their passionate fight for control began then, each one dominating for moments, then becoming conquered the next. It rocked their bodies with urgency, as he tugged her hair, arching her throat to his mouth, while she snared her fingers into his shirt twisting it open. Together they were in a tempest of arousal with one stormy destination intertwined in both their minds. Material ripped as impatiently, Nia bared his chest, while his teeth grazed her throat. Winning sounds of victory and passion issued forth from her throat as her fingers and nails found the wide expanse of his chest. She stroked him as though each touch was pleasure that was incomparable as he licked her creamy flesh down to her pillowed cleavage.

The impression of her torrid pussy rocked over the hardness of his cock beneath his pants. He could feel the dampness of her love soaking the material as his tongue lapped over the inner curve of her left breast toward the peak of her aroused nipple. His hands left her hair and stroked down the undulating curve of her spine. Her skin so soft and creamy, tantalizing his finger pads, until he cupped the womanly plumpness of her ass into his hands. He squeezed, feeling the pliable yet firm flesh, just as he nibbled on the tip of her nipple.

"Radford!"

Nia's cry was passionate and thrilling as her hips swayed more rapidly from front to back, rubbing his cock more densely with her cunt. He lashed her nipple harder with his tongue, and then he nipped it once again to her cry of ardent passion.
He had to feel her bare cunt on him
. He played wickedly with her nipples back and forth as he reached downward to the buttons on his pants.

"Oh hh,"
Nia cried, throwing her head back, riding over his cock ever faster as he tore his pants open, ripping them. From one second to the next, cloth covered his cock, then his thick shaft was naked with Nia's hot and wet pussy smearing over its throbbing shape.

They both moaned nearly mindlessly as he grabbed her ass, with his mouth full of her nipple and he pulled her thighs open from behind. Nia's cunt lips, riding up and down his cock, spread open and the hot honey of her vicarious arousal wet his cock with her movements from the head to the base. Then back up the shaft she rubbed her pussy deep and when she reached the head, he suddenly held her there by his hands squeezing her ass.

She whimpered, struggling with him over his cock, demanding with her body for more movement. "Radford," she cried. Then, he bit her nipple and he lifted his hips pushing the slit on the head of his cock right over her tightly swollen love button.

"Oh
love!" she cried at the same moment he groaned with a shudder running through him. He did not stop, but raised and lowered his hips again and again, striking the head of his cock over her love bud and drenching it with his copiously leaking seed.

They were sticky and hot together, wild in their movements, when suddenly Nia pushed on his chest urgently. Her breasts lifted away from his mouth and she crawled backward with his hands sliding up her spine. It happens so quickly and so spontaneously that he only had time to feel her hair cascading lushly down his chest. Then, her mouth was pressing over the head of his cock with her hand firmly gripping the base.

The groan that left his chest was stunned and uncontrolled. He was felled. A complete prisoner to her mouth in that moment.
Christ,
it was not that he had never had his cock sucked before. Yet, it was only a rare pleasure enjoyed a few times with a good whore. He certainly never expected it to happen now.
Or
from a lady. Ladies just did not . . . he did not think that ladies would do this.

"Nia."
God, his hips rose mindlessly to the suction of Nia's hot and saturating mouth. He could feel her lips stretching tight to his girth as her hand stroked the base tightly, up and down, and her tongue suckled wildly on the shaft. Unknowingly, he found his hand on the top of her head pushing downward as he raised his hips thrusting his cock into the grip of her sweet mouth.

Somehow he found the strength to try and think to stop that, even as he fucked her mouth again deeply. Yet, it was then that he felt her moaning. The vibration of it thrumming through his cock, over the head, vibrating the slit, bowing his body upward with feverish pleasure.
Judas
, was he simply mindless with pleasure or did she enjoy it? God help him, he was too stricken in pleasure to think clearly and heedlessly he pressured her head downward over and over his upward thrusting cock. Her mouth yielded, more and more to his mass, until the back of her throat suckled tight over the head with each plunging stroke.

Nia's moaning increased to new heights of vibrating abandonment as she kneaded her mouth wickedly, yet greedily, over his expanding and rigid cock. Her cries became so passionate that he forced his eyes open to gaze downward. The picture lashed across his blurred vision of Nia making unbridled and passionate love to his jutting prick. Her lips were pink and rosy with friction, while her mouth guzzled his cock as he humped his hips upward. Yet, what stunned his rapture was Nia herself. The sight of her undulating and thrashing nude body. He was enthralled in the chaos of the passion-raging moment, yet his lust was riveted to the fact that Nia's presence, her form, her voluptuous feminine shape all spoke of her imminent climax.

She did not touch herself. But she willingly took his prick as he pumped it into her mouth and it appeared that her complete abandonment was now carrying her to the brink of a climax. Her impassioned cries spoke of it. Her fingers and nails curled into his thighs, dug deeply with the pressure of it, and finally her body shuddered with it. He could see it breaking, and then course through her soft feminine frame.

"Christ!" he bellowed at the vision he saw of Nia's shuddering climax. He strained, holding his cock back from thrusting, as she enfolded his shaft deeply into her mouth, while a climax convulsed over her lush, naked body.

The impossible strength he used to hold himself back lasted only mere seconds, then his hammering lust broke free once more. He lost himself in those moments for the first time, insane and mindless in his need. He grasped Nia upward to him. She came willingly with her body still quivering and hot with love. Out of control and demanding as never before, he sat Nia over his cock, and then with one upward thrust, he entered her to the hilt of his engorged shaft.

"Radford!"

"Nia,"
He growled in passion. "Ride me, Lady Fire.
Ride
me hard."

"Yes! Yes!" she cried, yet he barely let her take control, before he lifted her by her hips and dropped her, thrusting upward inside her at the same moment. "Oh hh hh!" she screamed.

"Christ!" he bellowed.

Then, he began an out of control rhythm. Never halting. Never losing pace. He plunged over and over with their thighs slapping together stinging them both with pleasure. Sweat sprayed off his temple and chest as he grabbed Nia's upper body to him, then quickly lowering his hands to her bouncing ass. The position as he fucked her harder dragged her up and down the length of his body, while abrading her clitoris over the coarser hairs on his lower belly

"Radford! Radford!" she cried, clutching his head with her hands as her body swung forcefully up and down his body with the enlarged mass of his cock breaching her deeply each time.

"Nia,
come
for me," he rasped harshly. He knew she would. He could feel it on his thickened prick that felt as though the weight were so large that it would burst.

"Please! Please!" she gasped against his jaw. "Fuck me harder, love! Fuck me!"

"Fire,"
Radford panted, rising faster to Nia's thrilling call as he felt the seed burning hot inside his cock, while rolling up his shaft in bliss.
"Judas,
" he groaned.

"Radford!" Nia screamed, and then he felt her climaxing with hard contractions clenching over his pumping cock, just as he bellowed.