Her eyelids fluttered open and she stared up at him. He looked like some pagan god come to life with his long, blond hair falling around his shoulders and his broad, tanned chest flickering in the firelight.
But his heavy cock was all aroused male. As she watched, he lifted her, angled her hips toward him and positioned the broad tip at her opening. She reached for him, needing to touch his skin, to have that connection with him.
A muscle in his jaw tightened as he slowly pushed inward, past the initial resistance of her body. Her nails dug into his skin, leaving deep half-crescent shapes on his forearms. There was no past, no future, only this moment.
He filled her slowly, one delicious inch at a time, until he was seated to the hilt. Perspiration gave his skin a glow and every muscle in his body tensed as he waited for her to adjust to his invasion. He looked like a living sculpture. His breathing was as harsh as hers, both of them fighting the urge to move, enjoying the first moment of joining, of discovery. His cock was thick and long and filled her completely. Her vaginal muscles rippled around his hard length as he stretched her to the limits of comfort, but not beyond.
It was exciting and arousing and, if she was being honest, a little scary. She was having sex with a man she barely knew, but one who attracted her on many levels. She pushed aside all her doubts and focused on the here and now.
He didn’t speak and neither did she. The moment was too perfect to risk spoiling with words. Darian leaned down, the motion pushing his cock even deeper. She moaned and he captured her lips. He didn’t kiss her. He consumed her, his tongue dueling with hers, sliding in and out, mimicking the sex act to come.
Her hands slid up his arms to his shoulders and she held on as he began to move. He rocked slowly at first, but quickly picked up steam. “Hold me,” he commanded and she wrapped her arms around his neck, shoving her hips toward him, needing to reach the glorious climax she knew was just out of reach.
She’d never come twice in a night before, but knew Darian was different. If any lover could make it happen, he could.
Darian thrust faster and harder and only his grip on her waist kept her from sliding across the rug and onto the stone floor. The fire continued to crackle, her heavy gasps and his grunts the only other sounds that broke the silence. The air around them was warm and perfumed with the scent of leather and wood smoke, the earthy smell of sex, of male and female coming together.
“Sam.” He yelled her name and his entire body stiffened as he came. He reached between them, found her clit with his thumb and lightly rubbed it, pushing her over the edge again. She clung to him, wanting the moment to last forever. He gave another groan and wrapped his arms around her, holding her so tight she could barely breathe.
Gradually, she became aware of the room once again. The rug was thick, but lying on the floor was beginning to get uncomfortable. She shifted position as much as she could with a large male lying half on top of her. Darian raised his head and smiled at her. She smiled back until he slid out of her. Sam couldn’t suppress the low moan as his cock stimulated her tender pussy.
Her thighs felt wet and she froze. They hadn’t used a condom. What had she done?
Darian felt the change in her. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
“You didn’t use a condom.”
He looked at her as though he didn’t have a clue what she was talking about. “You know. Protection.” She sat up. “Where’s the bathroom?” Not that cleaning herself up would help. The damage was done. “I’ve never had unprotected sex before so I’m safe.” She only prayed he was too.
“Safe?” Darian was frowning at her, a slightly lost look in his eyes.
Angry with herself and with him, she scooting into a seated position and wrapped her arms around her legs, pulling them close to her chest. “You know. Safe. I don’t have any sexually transmitted diseases. Do you?” she demanded.
He shook his head. “There are no such things in our world.”
Of course there wasn’t. For a moment there, she’d forgotten all about his crazy “this is another world” beliefs. “Sure,” she muttered. Staring into the fire, she prayed he was safe and she didn’t end up with some STD. “The worst that can happen is I’ll get pregnant.”
Heavy hands fell on her shoulders and she looked up at him. Darian frowned. “Would that be so bad?”
Would that be so bad? She couldn’t believe he was asking her such a thing. “You’re telling me you’d be happy about an unplanned pregnancy?” No single guy who’d just had hot sex with a virtually unknown woman would be happy about that.
Darian smiled and nodded. “You would look beautiful carrying my child.”
Sam was totally taken aback. This was getting just a little too strange for her, but she couldn’t suppress the flash of pleasure she got at the idea of a blond-haired boy or maybe even a dark-haired girl like herself. A family. It was what she wanted most in the world.
She needed some time alone. “Bathroom?” she asked again.
Darian rose and offered her his hand. She thought about grabbing her clothes and tugging them on, but that would require more energy than she had. The day had been long and she was suddenly very tired again. The sexual sparks between them had held it at bay for a while, but it was back with a vengeance.
“This way.”
She took a step and stumbled, and he scooped her into his arms, carrying her to the corner of the room where a door was set into the wall. He opened it and carried her inside. It was a fairly large room with a deep wooden tub, but there were no taps. He set her down in front of a wooden cabinet with a wooden basin on top of it. The basin was filled with water. Again, there were no taps.
Darian stood next to her, arms crossed across his massive chest. His cock was still semi-erect and it didn’t look as though it would take much effort on her part to have him fully aroused again. Her body responded but she ignored it. She’d already done something stupid. No reason to compound it.
“You can wait outside.” No way was she washing with him watching her.
“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely.”
He sighed, kissed the top of her head and went to the door. “When you are ready, we will talk.”
She waited until he was gone before searching for the toilet, but the only thing she could find was a stone bench with a seat in the far corner. She opened the lid and discovered it seemed to open up into some kind of drain system. Rudimentary plumbing for sure, but beggars couldn’t be choosers.
When she was done, she padded back to the vanity, grabbed the washcloth that sat next to the bowl and began to clean herself up. There was also a small bar of soap that had a woodsy scent to it that reminded her of Darian. It didn’t lather as well as her soap at home, but it certainly did the job.
Thankfully, the water was warm. Not hot, but not cold either. What she really wanted was a hot bath, but there didn’t seem to be any way to pipe water into the tub.
Sam washed away the evidence of their lovemaking along with the dust and grime of the day. She knew her hair had to be a complete mess, but there was no mirror in the room either. She ran her hands over her hair, groaned and undid her braid, setting the covered elastic on the edge of the vanity. There was no brush, but there was a comb. She used it, ruthlessly yanking it through the tangles. She thought about braiding it again, but decided not to. Once they’d talked, she planned on getting some much-needed sleep.
Was it only this morning she’d had her meeting with Karen at the bank? Seemed like a lifetime ago.
She tossed the washcloth back into the bowl and took a deep breath, knowing she couldn’t hide in here all night even if she wanted to. A large robe hung on a peg by the door and she pulled it on. It dragged on the floor and would almost wrap around her twice. Had to be Darian’s. She tightened the belt and left the bathroom behind.