The Seduction of Sir Graeme

Her body was warm and pliant against him. In his chest his heart hammered, to the point of pain. The sweet and intoxicating scent of her clouded his mind and he surrendered to the rush flooding him. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her even closer, savoring the way her curves seemed to mold perfectly to his form. As their lips met again, deeper this time, he let out a low, muffled groan. The heat of her mouth against his, the way her fingers tangled in his hair, felt like perfection. Instantly he was filled with indecent fantasies, each one more vivid than the last, as he imagined what it would be like to fuck her, to use her mouth, to see her naked and supine for his enjoyment.

As they kissed he felt her fingers falling down his body. His pulse quickened as she brushed against his collarbone. Her fingers lingered on the sensitive skin there, and he shivered. Her hand found its way under his tunic and against the thin fabric of his trousers, resting against his cock as it throbbed for her. No woman had ever touched him like this. He felt hot, and exposed, and worst of them all, weak.

She seemed to sense his hesitation and pulled away. That beautiful island of her face had two deep and terrifying pools for eyes. “Have you never...?" she said reproachfully.

He could say nothing. To admit the truth would ruin him in her esteem. She would probably go running back to John, might even tell him how he'd been too weak to take her. Then this fleeting chance would be lost, and he would be the stupid virgin again. "No," he snarled.

"Oh," she said, her face once more soft and pretty. Her other hand traced circles against his skin. It rested over his pounding heart. “I'd have thought a knight like you was... experienced. You seem so cocksure.” A shiver ran down his spine. He fought to keep his composure as her fingers stayed where they were, not moving any further to touch him but resting, gracefully, as a cradle for his cock. He could hardly breathe. No matter how he tried to regain his control he failed. Her hands had found his body as though it was her own.

He was at the very edge, ready to grab her and have his way with her here in this hallway. Gods be damned, and fuck anyone who might happen upon them. But just as he was telling his fingers to move in his name, she withdrew the hand, and then her body, looking afraid. "I-I've, I'm sorry," she stammered. "I wasn't, this wasn't just so that you'd help me. And, I'm not that kind of woman. Truly! It's just... you're so... it's been... I'm sorry! I won't do this again." He wanted to grab her wrist again and tell her she'd misunderstood him, but she was too quick. The white of her dress flew down the hallway, flaring behind her, revealing the milky white skin of her legs. He gaped, staring where the light had vanished at the end of the hall, and wondered where he'd gone wrong.