Tristan's Loins (14 page)

His words were like velvety sounds to her
ears. She wanted him and knew instinctively this was meant to be,
the passion coursing through her was too intense to deny. Her hands
went to his brown tunic and began pulling at it. His hands stilled
hers as he raised his head and smiled gently.

"No, we will not hurry now, Selene," he
whispered as he pulled upon her breast, making her crazed, his warm
breath scoring her flesh. "We go slowly."

She closed her eyes in delight as his mouth
returned to torture her aching breasts, stroking them in his rough
calloused hands until she was breathless. His hands lowered to her
sleep pants, sliding them down her body and tossing them aside. Her
panties whispered to the floor.

Selene gasped, as she lay naked in his arms.
She stared up at his handsome face in flushed desire, seeing the
reverence in his regard. He lay next to her, touching her with
slow, exquisite caresses that drove her mindless, her fingers
digging into the rough wool of his tunic.

His tongue stroked her abdomen in delight,
snaking out to stab insistently into her navel. She came off the
bed with a cry, her hands fisting into his long soft hair, moaning
at the rough feel of his stubbly jaw against her soft flesh.

Knowing hands eased her thighs apart as his
golden head lowered to tease and nibble along her thighs. Selene
groaned in anguish as she looked down to see he was in no hurry to
lavish the most heated part of her with his attentions.

She writhed under his hands and her eyes flew
wide suddenly as his hot tongue found her, parting the dark curls
aside, flicking against her with such urgency she wept aloud, her
legs wrapping around his neck in delight.

Tristan's hands cupped her buttocks as he
growled against her femininity, his mouth taking her, gripping her
tightly, his tongue thrusting inside her until she broke into a
thousand pieces, shuddering and crying out.

Her orgasm seemed to last forever, making her
shake violently. She was dazed as she opened her golden eyes,
meeting his dark blue ones with languid delight.

Tristan's eyes never left hers as he sat up
and began removing his tunic, hose, and his boots. The clothing was
flung aside, and her eyes widened to see the perfection of his body
undressed before her eyes.

Before she could comprehend he was really
here, making love to her, he was with her on the comforter. His
mouth covered hers once more, his hands sliding through her hair,
massaging her head as he kissed her. The kiss was drugging and she
was mindless as his large body covered hers.

Tristan urged her legs open and stared down
into her flushed face, his eyes dark with lust. He thrust deep
within her, his long hard length making her gasp as he bore her
into the bed, his powerful hips moving with slow, hungry
strokes.

Selene gasped and her arms wrapped around his
neck, incoherent cries escaping her lips as he held her, murmuring
against her neck, his body moving faster. The feel of him within
her was nothing next to wondrous. Her legs wrapped around him, her
body moving with his eagerly.

Tristan groaned in delight, pumping hungrily
inside her, his eyes closed in ecstasy, his lips parted. She felt
as if she had never been more complete as she did then, with
Tristan's body joined to hers.

He held her hands tenderly above her head as
he stared into her eyes, his big body driving hard into her softer
one. She moved with him, knowing by the taut look on his face he
was just as effected by their lovemaking.

He stiffened as he felt her body tighten
around his, his eyes filled with passion. He ground inside her and
caught her soft cries on his lips, biting tenderly on her lower
lip. She felt the waves of her climax wash over her, tightening and
unfurling within her.

Tristan let out a low moan as he moved
faster, making her cry out as he joined her, trembling in her arms
as his own release came. He came hard and fast, his hips grinding
her into the mattress.

Selene lay stunned, breathing harshly as his
head buried in her neck. She felt such contentment she did not want
to move. He lifted his head, his deep blue gaze filled with
admiration as he looked down at her.

"That was better than I could have ever
imagined, Selene." He eased out of her and rolled to her side,
bringing her against his hard sweaty chest, stroking her hair. He
was still breathing raggedly, his heart hammering under her
ear.

"Tristan, why is this happening?" she asked
softly as she raised her head and stared up at him. "I do not
believe in magic."

"That is why it is happening, Selene," he
said solemnly as his hand reached out to stroke her cheek. "You
must believe."

Selene was so sated she did not want to move,
her fingers sliding down his perfect muscled chest to his corded
abs, her hand flattening to smooth over the flesh, fascinated by
his perfectly formed physique. She had created him. Her fascinated
eyes saw not one thing wrong with him. She would not question why
he was here or for how long, just enjoy the here and now.

"I know you already had a bath, but we have
this thing called a shower you must indulge in," she whispered as
her eyes met his with such burning desire in them he laughed softly
and took her lips in a fiery kiss.

"Lead me to this shower, woman," he breathed
against her lips. "I would explore all its wonders with you."

Selene got up. She lead him to the bathroom.
His interested gaze move around the room. Soon his gaze came back
to her, his dark blue eyes growing smoky as she opened the glass
doors and turned on the water, starting the shower. He smiled as
she got in and beckoned him with a soft smile.

Tristan got into the shower with her and she
took the opportunity to wash him with the puff, seeing his
expression of rapt delight. Soon all thoughts of cleanliness went
down the drain. Selene was crying out in abandonment as Tristan
took her lustfully against the tile wall of the shower, holding her
aloft, his lips pulling hungrily at her breasts, a fantasy come to
life.

Much later, after they had made it out of the
bathroom, she lay sated and drowsy in his arms on her destroyed
bed. Her lips traced a slow path to his ribcage, nibbling there and
unable to stop touching him, just to be sure he was real.

His hands slid through her damp locks
bringing her mouth back to his. He sighed against her lips,
bringing her atop him. Selene held nothing back, her body moving
upon his. His big hands guided her up and down upon him. They came
together, her soft cries cut off under his lips. She fell asleep
upon his hard frame, her head upon his chest. Tristan stroked her
hair, a look of contentment upon his handsome countenance. His
hands pulled the comforter over them and held her tightly. He
closed his eyes finally.

Daisy woke them, whining at the door the next
morning. Selene stretched and sighed, opening her eyes and staring
down at the wide muscled chest she slept upon. Her golden eyes
widened as she looked up and met an amused pair of blue ones.
Tristan looked so inviting and the feel of his hardness against her
thigh made her curse the call of nature that insisted she address
the dog's needs.

"I have to take her out," she whispered
softly as she looked down at him, a smile curving her lips. "You
will not move from this spot."

Tristan grinned and brought her lips down to
his. "Hurry Selene, take the dog out and be quick of it."

Selene got off of him, jerked on some
clothes, and practically ran to take the dog out. She was careful
to avoid the main lot as she walked Daisy in the area across the
street from the complex, urging the dog to hurry. Daisy went
dutifully and she practically pulled the dog back to the apartment
in her haste to get back to Tristan. She fed Daisy and hung up her
leash.

She reentered her bedroom. She was yanking
her clothes off as she met those burning blue eyes. Selene trembled
from the force of her passion for him, coming to him urgently, her
hands sliding over him, pulling him to her.

When Tristan finally rolled atop her, she was
gasping and murmuring to him breathlessly, her legs wrapping around
him tightly. She wept as he surged within her, their bodies moving
in a slow fervent rhythm that soon became frantic and hungry. In
the height of her passion, she cried out his name, her nails
digging into his back, her head tossing on the pillows. He held her
still, bringing her to an earth shattering orgasm that made her
shake and sob brokenly into his neck. He held her soothingly as her
trembling subsided. His blue eyes were soft and tender as they met
hers.

"This is the only story I ever wish to
finish, Selene," he said quietly, his long finger tracing her
cheek. "Here with you is where I want to be. Say it is what you
want too."

"Yes, God yes, I want you, Tristan," she
whispered softly, staring up at him with tears in her eyes. "I
cannot think of you leaving me."

"I’ll never leave you, my sweet," he
whispered as he moved deliberately against her, reminding her he
was not done showing her how much he desired her.

Selene knew when it was well past noon and
Daisy once more whined at the door that they had to get out of bed.
Tristan ignored the dog, his mouth busy moving up her calf, his
expression amused as he heard her curse once more.

"She has to do her business again and we have
to see about getting you some more modern clothing," Selene
whispered as his teeth nibbled along the inside of her thigh now,
shivering as tremors assailed her. "We have to get up,
Tristan."

"I’m up already." His lips found her, making
her gasp in delight. Soon she was hot and thrashing under his
mouth.

Selene moaned in defeat as he slid over her
and thrust deep inside of her. Daisy's whining at the door was
forgotten as he rose and fell over her, bringing her to a shaking
climax within moments of his own. She sighed as he fell to her
side, looking pleased to see her languid expression. Daisy was not
to be ignored, barking at the door.

"We have to take your dog out, Selene," he
reminded her, his large hand smoothing her tangled locks.

Selene smiled guiltily and sat up. She got
out of the bed reluctantly. She dressed quickly and saw Tristan
intended to come with her. She looked at him in his medieval garb
and shook her head.

"You’re definitely going to get some looks
dressed like that." She grinned at his expression. "Were taking you
shopping, but you have to promise not to act like everything blows
your mind that you see."

Tristan smiled with devastating effect and
bowed to her. "Yes, my fairest, I’ll endeavor to appear like one of
your modern weaklings for your benefit."

He went with her to walk the dog. She smiled
to see how much Daisy liked him. They returned and she set about
making them something to eat. Selene went out to the kitchen. The
doorway that had appeared the night before had magically vanished.
She bade him sit at the bar while she made him bacon and eggs. She
put a steaming cup of coffee in front of him and urged him to sip
it slowly as it was hot. He appeared to favor it as the kitchen
filled with smells of bacon cooking.

"It is too bad you cannot write us up some
food." He watched her toil in the kitchen for his benefit. "I would
say such work is for servants, but I learned much from the black
box. You modern women like to cook."

Selene flipped the bacon and listened to his
heavily accented English voice, chuckling at his words as she
turned and regarded him thoughtfully.

"You have much to learn, and I would warn
you, it will be overwhelming to you," Selene told him. Her eyes
appeared worried.

"I have faced down men in battle hopelessly
outnumbered. What could possibly be more overwhelming than
that?"

Tristan appeared to hold on for dear life as
she drove down the interstate to the mall. She patted his
white-knuckled grip on the dashboard consolingly worried he might
be sick. Soon he seemed to relax, staring in wonder out the window,
gasping as semi-trucks passed.

When they got to the busy mall, he seemed
more composed. He glared dangerously at three punks who mocked him
at the entrance to Genesee Valley Mall. She tugged his arm and
pulled him in the entrance.

Tristan followed her to a men's store and
endured the looks with remarkable restraint. She hid a smile as she
saw the ladies in the store nearly swoon over him. He created quite
a stir when he went inside the fitting room to change into jeans
and a button down shirt and reappeared. Selene nodded and he
disappeared inside and continued trying on clothing. She bought him
five outfits, socks, and underwear. He refused to wear the
underwear, saying they would strangle his manhood. A store clerk
chuckled and agreed.

Selene took him to a shoe store and insisted
he take off the leather boots to allow his foot to be measured. The
shoe salesman rushed to the back to find a bigger foot measurer
when it appeared Tristan's foot was too large for his current one.
Selene purchased him a pair of Nikes and a pair of brown leather
loafers.

Tristan was quiet when they entered the food
court to sit down and rest. He frowned darkly and she gazed at him
questioningly.

"What is wrong?" she asked in concern.

"It is not right you buy these things for
me." She could see his pride was rearing up.

"Tristan, I have no problem in it. You can
hardly be expected to have money. You did want to come here. You
will have to get used to me buying. How do you propose to make
money?"

"I did not consider that." He looked away.
"I’ll find work."

"Tristan, you have no birth certificate, or a
social security card," she explained softly, eyes filled with
compassion. "Without them, you cannot work. We have to finish your
reading lessons as well. Lucky for you I’m an elementary
schoolteacher. I can teach you what you have to know. Maggie has
friends in low places. She night know someone who can get you the
papers you need. Be patient. I did tell you that the modern world
has it's bad points too."