He stepped back and gave my length a long study from head to toe. Making me feel as if I was already standing before him unclothed.
I instinctively crossed my arms over my chest. I gave him the same study. He was tall with a very slender build, but he exuded power. Control. Like someone who would let no detail escape his purview. His complexion seemed naturally dark. As he lifted a hand to massage his jaw, I noticed it was as sinewed as the rest of him.
He pushed the hood of his rich red cloak back, exposing red-brown hair which flowed back to his collar in thick straight strands. He was handsome, strong and confident. But something about him made me feel very small and vulnerable.
Perhaps the way he is looking at me? Like I'm a delicious snack rather than a person.
***
He unlaced his cloak and tossed it back onto Gram's narrow bed. Revealing that his chest was bare beneath it. He wore only the brown breeches and boots. He kicked those off and headed for me. His hand moved purposefully to his side, and he drew a long silver blade from a sheath at his side.
His pace didn't slow until he stood so close before me that I could feel his breath fanning my face. He caught my fists.
At first, I grimaced, thinking he was putting the blade to my neck but instead he gripped it over my fist and moved my hands down to my side.
I found myself flattening my palms against the wall behind me to keep from reaching up to stop him as he caught the neck of my shirt and pulled it from against the hollow of my throat and away from my skin. Putting the blade against it and pushing it down.
Severing the garment with barely a hissing sound.
He paused when it reached the bodice of my brown dress. He pushed slightly harder, and I gasped as I felt the blade tip and caress between my breasts and trace along my skin. Not quite deep enough to cut but certainly enough to scare me. He dragged it down to where my dress became too fitted along my belly, just as my skirts started.
I held my breath as he sheathed the dagger and caught both sides of my dress. Jerking hard to rip the fabric apart.
I turned my head away. Feeling like it was far too intimate to watch the intensity with which he was examining my heavy, brown tipped breasts. Dangling just below the heavy lines of thick red beads.
His tongue snaked out to lick his lips.
And I could tell his palms itched to touch me.
"Please." I murmured. Staring at a side wall.
"What?"
"Don't-don't look at me...Like that."
"Oh, Sweetheart, I plan to examine every inch of you, thoroughly."
I chewed my lip and tried to stamp down the ever-growing fear that was blooming inside me like a spring flower.
"And I think you'll find you rather enjoy looking me over as well." He gave the last little tear and my skirts finished splitting.
He eased the dress open and pushed it over my slim shoulders to fall to the ground. He immediately encircled my waist, likely noticing it ranged a little thicker than most, and my hips were far too large, a fact I hid by wearing more flared skirts.
"All this soft flesh." He growled. Sounding pleased as he jerked my hips forward against him.
I yelped.
He leaned forward with a wicked smile to whisper near my ear. "I can't wait to sink myself into it."
"What do I do?" I asked.
He grinned. Making his face brighten and his eyes seem to dance with some excited intent.
He stepped back from me and began unlacing the front of his pants to kick them down and push them off. Tossing them aside. Exposing his pulsing hardness. Already excited from the sight of me. His legs were thinner but well-muscled and wound with wiry hair.
He snatched his cloak from the bed and lifted it in a billow of red velvet as he swung it out before letting it settle over the floor. He settled on top of it. Easing his shoulders down before lifting his head enough to curl an inviting finger at me.
The movement made his stomach flex with rippling muscle. His hips and pelvis were lean. Making it look it look like the lines tightening over his hips led directly to the nest at his center.
A place I found mesmerizing and couldn't look away from.
"Come here." He lifted his hand in a beckoning.
I walked over and knelt at his feet. Crawling over him while he watched. Brows lifted as he enjoyed the view of my hanging breasts as I moved over his legs. Trying to prolong the time it took to get to him.
"Hold it." He commanded. "Right there."
***
I looked down and saw that just below my chin was his hard rod.
"Put your mouth on it, Cerise."
"I..."
He leaned up. Face hardening. "I could have them go get your precious Grandma now. They could run her down in an instant and drag her back."
He caught the back of my head and helped angle it down. Slowly pushing to guide me down until my lips kissed the head of him.
"Good, Girl. Now open your mouth."
I parted my lips to object, but at the same time, he lifted his hips a few inches. Making his cock intrude into my mouth. The feeling was strangely odd but somehow pleasant. The skin was soft like cotton over metal.
He instantly moaned deep in his throat as he pushed into my mouth fully. The tip of him brushing the back of my throat and stretching the tissue. He growled as I took him in.