herself.
Thankfully, the gaps in the loft floor were just wide enough to see the stable below.
As she awaited Antony and Elspeth’s arrival, her thoughts turned to the exchange between herself and Adelstan this afternoon. Had she succeeded in drawing him in with her flirtatious manner? She had been more than blunt. At first she had been disappointed when he told her they could never be, but then when he’d told her he desired her, too, she’d been excited. She had her work cut out for her, just as Elspeth had said, but she didn’t care. She wanted Adelstan and she would stop at nothing to get him.
Honor and duty would always come first to Adelstan, but perhaps if he allowed himself the opportunity, he could love her.
The stable door opened, and Elspeth and Antony entered. With heart racing, Rhiannon shifted the slightest bit in order to get comfortable, and something moved near her foot.
A mouse?
She bit her lip to keep from crying out, and shook her foot, hoping to scare the pest away. It seemed to do the trick.
Antony pushed Elspeth gently against a stable door, his hands cupping her face as he ground his lower body into her.
“Ye lusty boy,” she said with a giggle, and Rhiannon saw her gaze shift once more to the loft.
“Ye think me a boy, do ye?”
“Nay, not that part of ye at least,” she said, her hand moving between them, where she cupped his manhood. He responded with a throaty laugh before moving from her, just long enough to drop the latch over the door.
“No one should bother us for a while,” he said, bending to kiss her. Elspeth’s arms wrapped around his shoulders, and Antony’s hands settled at her waist, while he rocked his hips against her.
They kissed for long, heated minutes, their mouths mating with a fevered intensity that reminded Rhiannon of their previous mating by the loch.
Perhaps it was the continual time restraints that caused the rush and intensity?
Elspeth dropped to her knees and fumbled with the tie on Antony’s braies. She bit into her lip, looking quite determined.
“Ye’re trembling, lass,” Antony said, his hands resting on her shoulders, reminding Rhiannon of Adelstan when Machara had been sucking his long, thick cock.
Antony’s braies fell to his knees and Elspeth glanced up at her lover with a knowing smile before taking his length into her mouth.
Rhiannon’s heart picked up speed. Aye, this was exactly what had happened between Adelstan and Machara. The only difference being that Adelstan’s head had been resting back on his shoulders, where as Antony stared down at Elspeth, his fingers curling around her slim shoulders as he murmured heated words. Adelstan’s hand had also been fisting the whore’s dark hair.
Trying to forget about Adelstan for the moment, Rhiannon focused on Elspeth’s movements, how she held her head, how wide her mouth was. With one hand Elspeth held the base of his cock, while another hand splayed against his stomach.
She laved the cockhead, her tongue swirling around the ridge before taking him all the way inside her mouth. Rhiannon wondered how she could do so without choking. Adelstan was much larger than Antony, so perhaps it was easier for Elspeth because of the size difference?
“I will come if ye don’t stop, Elspeth.”
Hearing the warning, Elspeth stopped and looked up at Antony with a coy smile. With his cock jutting out from his body, he helped her to her feet and turned her around. He lifted her skirts, but she swatted his hand away and shook her head as she walked toward the back of the stable, to the stall beneath the loft where Rhiannon hid.
With a wicked smile Antony kicked his shoes and braies off, and reached behind his head to rip off the tunic and drape it over a stall door.
Elspeth removed her clothing, taking great care to hang the kirtle over the stall that had been cleaned and had fresh hay and a candle burning in the corner. “Looks like ye were expectin’ someone.”
He reached for her,
Thankfully, the gaps in the loft floor were just wide enough to see the stable below.
As she awaited Antony and Elspeth’s arrival, her thoughts turned to the exchange between herself and Adelstan this afternoon. Had she succeeded in drawing him in with her flirtatious manner? She had been more than blunt. At first she had been disappointed when he told her they could never be, but then when he’d told her he desired her, too, she’d been excited. She had her work cut out for her, just as Elspeth had said, but she didn’t care. She wanted Adelstan and she would stop at nothing to get him.
Honor and duty would always come first to Adelstan, but perhaps if he allowed himself the opportunity, he could love her.
The stable door opened, and Elspeth and Antony entered. With heart racing, Rhiannon shifted the slightest bit in order to get comfortable, and something moved near her foot.
A mouse?
She bit her lip to keep from crying out, and shook her foot, hoping to scare the pest away. It seemed to do the trick.
Antony pushed Elspeth gently against a stable door, his hands cupping her face as he ground his lower body into her.
“Ye lusty boy,” she said with a giggle, and Rhiannon saw her gaze shift once more to the loft.
“Ye think me a boy, do ye?”
“Nay, not that part of ye at least,” she said, her hand moving between them, where she cupped his manhood. He responded with a throaty laugh before moving from her, just long enough to drop the latch over the door.
“No one should bother us for a while,” he said, bending to kiss her. Elspeth’s arms wrapped around his shoulders, and Antony’s hands settled at her waist, while he rocked his hips against her.
They kissed for long, heated minutes, their mouths mating with a fevered intensity that reminded Rhiannon of their previous mating by the loch.
Perhaps it was the continual time restraints that caused the rush and intensity?
Elspeth dropped to her knees and fumbled with the tie on Antony’s braies. She bit into her lip, looking quite determined.
“Ye’re trembling, lass,” Antony said, his hands resting on her shoulders, reminding Rhiannon of Adelstan when Machara had been sucking his long, thick cock.
Antony’s braies fell to his knees and Elspeth glanced up at her lover with a knowing smile before taking his length into her mouth.
Rhiannon’s heart picked up speed. Aye, this was exactly what had happened between Adelstan and Machara. The only difference being that Adelstan’s head had been resting back on his shoulders, where as Antony stared down at Elspeth, his fingers curling around her slim shoulders as he murmured heated words. Adelstan’s hand had also been fisting the whore’s dark hair.
Trying to forget about Adelstan for the moment, Rhiannon focused on Elspeth’s movements, how she held her head, how wide her mouth was. With one hand Elspeth held the base of his cock, while another hand splayed against his stomach.
She laved the cockhead, her tongue swirling around the ridge before taking him all the way inside her mouth. Rhiannon wondered how she could do so without choking. Adelstan was much larger than Antony, so perhaps it was easier for Elspeth because of the size difference?
“I will come if ye don’t stop, Elspeth.”
Hearing the warning, Elspeth stopped and looked up at Antony with a coy smile. With his cock jutting out from his body, he helped her to her feet and turned her around. He lifted her skirts, but she swatted his hand away and shook her head as she walked toward the back of the stable, to the stall beneath the loft where Rhiannon hid.
With a wicked smile Antony kicked his shoes and braies off, and reached behind his head to rip off the tunic and drape it over a stall door.
Elspeth removed her clothing, taking great care to hang the kirtle over the stall that had been cleaned and had fresh hay and a candle burning in the corner. “Looks like ye were expectin’ someone.”
He reached for her,
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