Who's Riding Red? Page 2

  “You must stop, Sir. I am a lady.”

  “But you have the soul of a wanton. And I wish for you to call me by my given name. Let me hear you say it.”

  Phillipa shook her head even as her lips moved to obey him. “Richard.” Her voice was husky, and his pupils flared as she gave into his demand.

  “Please don’t do this to me,” she said. “Though I have no desire to be married soon, I do wish for it some day. You know as well as I do that girls of marriageable age only have one thing of value. I don’t know why, but you are a temptation for me.”

  “As you are for me, Phillipa. Look at yourself through my eyes and deny that you’re not a temptation as well. Your hair slips like silk through my fingers and is the color of moonlight. Your skin is translucent like the rarest opal and your face was clearly kissed by the angels. But your eyes are that of a seductress. So dark they are almost black in color and heavily lashed.”

  “Temptations are meant to be a struggle against our own self. You see me as something I’m not a young woman who no longer has the protection of her family or name. And you’re taking advantage of what I’m feeling when you touch me. Unless you are offering marriage, I must ask that you cease this.”

  She felt his smile against the hollow of her neck where he’d been kissing and nibbling while she made her fervent speech.

  “Let me kiss you,” he said. “Just once.”

  He didn’t give her time to accept or deny his proposal. His lips found hers with startling ease. She’d not been kissed before, so she had nothing with which to compare, but never in her wildest imagination would it have felt like this.

  His lips were smooth and warm against hers. He pressed against her chin with his thumb, forcing her mouth open, and it was then she remembered to breathe. Her lungs were tight and strange things were happening low in her body. Her breasts ached, and she wished desperately he would do something to make it stop. And then his tongue slipped inside her mouth and all thought left her head. There was only a terrible need as he staked his claim. The rhythm of his tongue was foreign, but she assumed she was kissing him back correctly when he growled low in his throat.

  She practically sat upon his lap, her thigh thrown across his hip and her heavy breasts pressed against his chest. His hands molded her bottom, pressing her against the hardness in his lap that left her wanting to scream in frustration. He pulled away from her, but she followed his movement, not wanting to give up the pleasure his kiss had brought her.

  “Phillipa,” he said, just as breathless as she. “We must stop for a moment.”

  Her frustration was mounting, as if there were something explosive somewhere inside her ready to detonate. She couldn’t describe the feeling any other way. She just knew that he couldn’t stop, or she would surely perish.

  “Phillipa, stop. I must be honest with you.”

  He shook her gently until her gaze cleared and she was focused on the intensity of his words.

  “What do you mean?”

  “I do not wish to marry you. Or anyone for that matter. I am a fourth son, and could not possibly support a wife or family. But I can still give you pleasure. Give both of us pleasure.”

  Phillipa shook her head. The urge to scream was the most prevalent thing in her mind. That or simply to murder him. Tears filled her eyes and her breath hitched painfully.

  “Shh, my sweet. I know what you are feeling. Let me finish before you make a choice you might possibly regret. We can both get what we seek without the loss of your maidenhead. Let me show you the pleasure your body can bring.”

  Phillipa gasped in surprise. “You can do such a thing?”

  “Oh, yes. Your body has many areas that give pleasure. I will leave your maidenhead intact for your future husband. And I will take everything else that your body wishes to give me. Does that seem fair? You will, of course, have to take my word as a gentleman.”

  “Can I?”

  He looked at her solemnly before nodding his head. “You can.”

  “Then I would like for us to”€

  He placed his finger upon her lips and then kissed them softly before rising to his feet and grabbing her cloak from the ground.

  Chapter Three:

  An Erotic Encounter

  Richard led her to a pile of leaves where he’d already spread his bedroll, and he laid her cloak on top for extra softness. They were still close enough to the fire to feel its warmth, but she shivered at the unknown. The white fur seemed bright against the dark ground, and panic began to seize her until she wasn’t sure she’d be able to stand upright any longer.

  “Relax, love,” Richard said. “We’ll only do what you like. Would you like me to kiss you again?”

  Phillipa weighed her options. She knew whatever Richard did to her would be considered wrong in the eyes of her country and God. But she needed this. She wanted to escape. To feel free as she had before the sickness had claimed her family. And truth be told, she’d enjoyed the way Richard had kissed her. The way she’d felt as he held her close and the way her body had swelled at his touch. Her mother had often told her there was great pleasure to be had in the marriage bed. Phillipa assumed that must mean there was great pleasure to be had outside the marriage bed as well.

  “Yes,” she finally answered. “I want you to kiss me again.”

  He stepped closer and bent his head to hers. This was different than before. She felt the power lurking just beneath his skin and knew he’d held back a part of himself from her. His mouth came down and slanted across hers, biting at her lips even as his tongue soothed. She grasped onto his shoulders just to keep herself from falling to the ground. His tongue rubbed against hers while his hands seemed to touch her everywhere at once.

  “I want to see your body,” he said, undoing the fastenings of her midnight blue overskirt.

  Her clothes fell at her feet at what seemed an alarming rate until she stood before him in only her thin chemise. It was then Phillipa realized she wanted to touch him as badly as she wanted him to touch her.

  She ran her hands across the breadth of his chest and down to the flat plane of his stomach. He jerked against her and caught his breath as she lifted his shirt and her fingers touched his heated skin.

  “Is this all right?” she asked. “I don’t wish to do anything wrong.”

  “There is nothing you could do to me that would be wrong, Phillipa. I love your touch.”

  He took matters into his own hands and stripped his shirt over his head before pulling her back into his arms. He kissed her again and lowered her to the makeshift bed he’d arranged. The weight of him on top of her was pleasant and she moaned in protest as he pulled away.

  He untied the ribbons at her shoulders, his fingers trailing lightly over her collarbone, and then he tugged at the thin fabric until it slipped past her breasts.

  “My God,” he whispered. “Exquisite.”

  His fingertip trailed across her rigid nipple and her body jerked up in surprise. Heat speared through her and she wanted to press into him to somehow relieve the pressure that was building inside of her.

  “I never would have imagined your body was so magnificent. Your breasts are plump and overflow in my hands and your waist is slender. It must surely be a sin to cover a body such as yours.”

  “Richard,” she cried out as his lips replaced his fingers.

  The suction of his mouth pulled at something low in her womb and she pressed her legs together to ease the ache. She ran her fingers through his hair to hold him closer, but he didn’t heed her wishes.

  He kissed his way down her body until he had removed the chemise completely from her body. She moved to cover herself with her hands, but he held them to the ground and looked his fill. She could feel the blush creep all the way from her toes to her scalp. She’d never been more exposed than she was at that moment.

  “You’re beautiful, love. Let me show you.”

  “Yes. Please, Richard. I feel as if I’m going to die.”

 
A lock of hair hung over his forehead and she could see his pulse pounding in his neck as if he were running a great distance. His pupils were large, so only a thin rim of blue was haloed around the black. She hadn’t found the courage to look below his waist. He still wore his breeches, she assumed for her own tender sensibilities, and she was grateful for the consideration. Her own breath was labored and she wasn’t sure she could take any more.

  “I can see how much you want me,” he said. “Did you know a woman’s body can’t lie?”

  She shook her head, for she didn’t think she had the strength to get words past her throat.

  “Right here. At the very heart of your desire,” he said, running his finger down her stomach to the moist curls at the juncture of her thighs. “Your folds are damp with your need for me. Open your legs for me so I may see all of you.”

  She gasped at the scandalous image he’d painted in her mind. She couldn’t possibly do such a thing. But even as she had the thought, her legs parted until there was no part of her that was hidden.

  “God, you have no idea how tempting you are. I’ve never understood more than now how Adam must have felt when Eve offered him the apple.”

  He came over her once again and kissed her hard on the lips, pressing his body fully against hers. She felt his hardness between her thighs and pushed against him, wishing he were as naked as she so she could feel that marvelous instrument deep inside her. She didn’t care about her virginity any longer. The need was too big. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pushed back, her body taking over control and answering his need to mate.

  “What’s happening to me?” she cried out, her body taut like a bow and searching for something she couldn’t quite grasp.

  “Shh, love. It’ll all be better soon. I promise.”

  He kissed his way down her neck, circling his tongue around her nipple, before nipping and licking his way down her stomach to her womanhood.

  “What”

  “Let me take care of you.”

  His mouth touched her folds and she arched against him with a silent scream. His tongue kissed her most intimate parts, licking and swirling around the nub hidden between her folds. Her legs clamped around his shoulders and her hands held the cloak beneath her back in bunched fists. He teased her, swiping his tongue in long, leisurely licks, as if her were savoring her taste.

  “You taste of nectar from the ripest peach,” he said, blowing a warm breath of air across her skin.

  “Please. I beg of you.” Her voice was weak and her skin damp with perspiration. She couldn’t take any more. It was pleasure. It was pure torture.

  She felt his fingers part her folds and gasped at the new intrusion. He slicked his fingers with her moisture and then pushed gently inside of her. The feeling wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was strange. A fullness settled deep inside of her and she wanted more than anything to thrust her hips against him, but he held her still.

  “I’ll keep my word, Phillipa. I won’t breach your virginity, but I can give you pleasure here.”

  He slipped a second finger inside until she felt as if she might burst and then curled his fingers ever so slightly upward.

  “Ahh,” she cried out as his mouth came back down to her folds.

  He was no longer taking his time. His tongue and fingers were both wreaking havoc on her body, and she could no longer control her actions. Fire gathered in the pit of her stomach and exploded outwards until she was sure her body was no longer whole.

  Richard clamped his hand over her mouth as she screamed out her release. Spots danced behind her eyes and her body became something else, not quite of this world, as unspeakable pleasure claimed her soul.

  “That’s it, love. I knew from the moment I first saw you that your body was ripe for the taking. You’re one of the fortunate, whose body will know unspeakable pleasure every time you lay with a man. You won’t leave a man cold, Phillipa.”

  When her heart slowed enough that it no longer felt as if it were trying to burst free from her chest, she finally found the strength to speak.

  “What of you? Can you feel what I did?”

  “Yes, though I thought to give you more time to recover.”

  “It would seem rather selfish to give you nothing in return. And I think ”

  “What, love?” he asked when she paused.

  “I think I want to see you now. All of you.”

  “As you wish.”

  He removed his boots and then stood, untying the string at the waist of his breeches until they sat loose at his hips. He held her gaze, asking with his eyes, and Phillipa gave her permission by lowering her gaze until it rested at the bulge between his legs. He pushed the breeches down so they fell to his ankles and stepped out of them.

  Phillipa gasped at the sight of him. She’d never seen anything so magnificent. So primal. She rolled to her knees and moved closer, devouring every inch of him with her eyes. Her mother had spoken of a man’s rod and the pleasure it could bring to a woman, but she’d had no idea until now.

  “May I touch you?” she asked.

  “Oh, yes. Touch me everywhere. Taste me as I tasted you.”

  Phillipa sucked in a breath at the scandalous images his words brought to mind, and she felt the tingle between her legs begin once more. She crawled closer until his prick bobbed in front of her face. She wanted to tease, to bring him the same ecstasy he’d given her. Her nails raked down his thighs and she met his heated gaze just as her hand wrapped around him.

  Richard drew in a harsh breath and his cock flexed in her hand. A tiny drop of liquid formed at the tip and before she knew what she was doing, instinct took over and her tongue flicked the tiny drop away.

  “God, Phillipa. Take me in your mouth.”

  He was hard and hot beneath her hand, and her mouth closed around him with enthusiasm, if not finesse. He grasped her head and helped her find the right rhythm. She let go of his cock so she could take more of him in her mouth, and raised her eyes to watch his reaction. His head was thrown back and the muscles in his neck were taut. His fingers pressed against her scalp and he seemed to like it most when she rubbed her tongue just on the underside of his bulbous head. His words of encouragement had ceased and the sounds he made now were more animal in nature.

  “Enough,” he said through gritted teeth.

  “No,” Phillipa protested. But Richard pushed her away and knelt down beside her on her cloak.

  “I want to spill myself inside you.”

  Her virginity no longer seemed as important as it once had and she nodded her head yes, pulling him to her as she lay down so he was sprawled between her legs. His shaft rubbed across her slickened folds and nudged at her entrance, but he pulled away as she wrapped her legs around his waist and opened herself to him further.

  “Please, Richard. I beg of you. My body aches.”

  “You must trust me, Phillipa. I swore to you I’d leave your virginity intact, and I shall. But there are other ways to seek pleasure. Will you let me show you?”

  He pressed against her so she felt his full weight and held her head still as he stared into her eyes. Her legs shook with her need, and her swollen lips trembled.

  “Show me,” she whispered.

  He kissed her desperately and rubbed his cock against her, so his shaft slid up and down her slit and was glistening with her desire when he pulled away.

  “Our bodies were made for loving,” he said, taking a nipple between his finger and thumb and squeezing until she felt the pull low in her womb. “Our pleasure zones are plentiful, and the things I am teaching you will bring great pleasure to your future husband. Bring your legs up high around my waist.”

  Phillipa did as he asked, locking her ankles at the small of his back. He held himself up on his arms and she appreciated the ripple of muscle that flexed in his shoulders and across his chest. He really was a handsome man.

  Her breath hitched as his finger trailed from her breast down to her mound. He traced the outer lips, dippin
g his fingers inside until they were as wet as his shaft. She knew she should be embarrassed by such a visible reaction to a man, but she couldn’t bring herself to feel shame.

  Richard aroused her with thoroughness. Her body felt just as it had before, her breasts full and heavy and her loins throbbing for release. But then he did something that had her jerking in his arms and unlocking her legs from their position.

  He spread her moisture even lower and traced his finger around the puckered bud of her anus a place she knew must be forbidden.

  “Stop what are you”

  “Relax, my love. I told you to trust me.”

  He slipped his arms beneath her legs so her feet were propped on his shoulders and continued his torturous ministrations. He slipped his finger inside her tight hole, spreading the moisture until he fit easily inside up to the first knuckle.

  “Oh my, God,” she moaned. “What are you doing to me?”

  “Driving you crazy with pleasure. We’re only just beginning your lessons.”

  He slipped a second finger inside of her and moved them in and out until she was pushing against him, begging for more.

  “Richard.” She no longer recognized her voice. For that matter, she no longer recognized herself. It was as if she was floating somewhere outside her body, her mind no longer aware, only the feelings that bombarded her senses.

  “You look beautiful like this,” he said. “Spread open before me, your pink petals dewy with desire and my fingers buried inside of you. I can see your heart pounding beneath the rosy tips of your breasts and your eyes are dazed with pleasure.”

  “I need release,” she begged. “Please. I can’t take it any longer.”

  He pulled his fingers from her entrance and left her empty and strangely bereft. But it was short lived. He rubbed his cock once again between her folds before placing the head at her rear entrance. He pushed inside her gently, and the stretching sensation caused her to catch her breath, but it wasn’t in discomfort. He’d prepared her well and he entered her with ease, though the fit was snug.