Pleasure for Pleasure

Pleasure for pleasure

Allan closed the door behind them and they were finally left alone. Marian waited expectantly. Guy still had his back to her, so she could not tell what he was thinking. She could not believe that Guy had done all that for her. She had every reason to think he would give her up to the sheriff and yet he had risked his life to save her. The memory of the sheriff’s knife pressed against his throat sent chills through
her.

“After everything you said?” She said, breaking the silence.

At the sound of her voice, he turned to look at her and she saw him with new eyes. There was gentleness to that usually bitter countenance and it almost transformed him in to another person. One she could even like. Her heart skipped a beat as she looked at him.

“You don’t know me as well as you think.”

He was right, she didn’t. She sucked in a breath, not sure what to say. “Guy....”

He interrupted her. “Will you do something for me now?”

She moved forward eagerly. “Name it.”

He briefly glanced down before looking back at her. “Stay.” He said in a husky whisper. “And make this place more bearable.”

Marian was surprised, whatever she had been expecting, it had not been that. She was also surprised by the stab of disappointment she felt at his request, sure he would ask something more of her. What exactly, she did not know. She hid her disappointment with a smile as she threw her arms around him.

“Thank you.”

On an impulse she pressed her lips against his stubble roughened cheek. It felt good to the touch, she began to move away, but Guy’s hands tightened at her waist, she should have removed her arms from about his neck, but she kept them where they were. A blush crept into her cheeks as a tingle of awareness shot through her. They were so close, she could feel the warmth radiating off his body, unconsciously her treacherous form inched closer.

“Marian.”

In just one word he communicated all his love and longing for her on a single breath. It touched her more deeply than a thousand declarations of love ever could. She could feel the silkiness of his hair as it brushed against her fingers which, were tightly laced around his neck. It brought back memories of the kiss they had shared before as well as the other intimacies she had allowed Guy when she had been distracting him for Robin.

She did not want to remember how that time; he had gently held her breast in the palm of his hand, teasing a nipple to hardness. She did not want to remember how he had trailed kisses down her neck, grazing the flesh with his teeth, but she did. A slow ache grew in the pit of her stomach as she watched him lower his head, but made no move to stop him.

His lips touched hers, hesitantly at first, growing in confidence, and she gave into her desire to touch his hair as she threaded her fingers through it. Marian owed this man her very existence, but was this gratitude? she asked herself while she still had coherent thought. The tip of Guy’s tongue darted out to trace the shape of her lips. Marian breathed a sigh, and he took advantage of that moment to gain entrance to her mouth. This was getting out of control, but she could not find the strength to pull away.

Somehow, they had moved across the room and she could feel the hard pressure of the bed post pressing into her back. Guy broke the kiss, leaving her oxygen starved lungs to draw breath in heavy pants drawing Guy’s gaze to the rise and fall of her full breasts.

“Guy, no we have to stop...I am...” She broke off her sentence, almost admitting to being betrothed to another. “A maid.” She finished.

Guy leaned in, his breath brushing her ear as he whispered deep and low into it. “There are many things we can do and still leave your maidenhead intact.”

She heard the slap of leather as one of his gloves hit the stone floor. Marian could feel his hand sliding beneath the neckline of her dress to the bare skin beneath. Long fingertips brushed against her naked breast, his thumb rotating on the nipple, causing a flood of heat to go straight between her legs.

“I could lift your skirts and have you here and now, no one would dare come to your rescue. I bet even now you are ready for me.”

He was too quick for her, as his hand left her breast and went beneath her dress; he thrust a finger between her legs, smiling smugly as he was coated in her dampness. She could smell her musky scent on him as he removed his finger.

Guy gave her a devilish look and she felt a little frisson of fear at the sudden turn of his darker mood. He smiled as he registered her agitation. He removed one of her hands from around his neck and took it and laid it against his erection, straining to be free from his trousers. He gently thrust his hips forward into her palm. She could feel the hard heat through the leather. Curiosity overtook fear as she cupped him in her hand, feeling the weight of his member. Marian had never seen one before.

The only knowledge she had was what she had gleaned from serving girls the night before her wedding to Sir Guy, when she thought she would actually have to go through with it. She squeezed him lightly, surprised at the expression on Guy’s face as his head tilted back, his lips parting.

“Did I hurt you?” she asked anxiously. “I don’t know what to do.”

Guy stroked her cheek. “So innocent.” He smiled at her. “I will show you.”

Guy leaned in and kissed her again, until she felt black spots behind her eyes from lack of air, all the time her hand not giving up its grip on his leather encased cock, the low moans in his throat causing a fresh dampening between her thighs. He pulled off his other glove with his teeth and let it fall to the floor. Moving her away from the bedpost, he took her hand and led her round to the side of the bed.

“I thought you said we would not...”

He placed a finger on her lips. “We will not do anything you do not want to do. I promise.”

He sat on the bed and pulled her down next to him, his hand went beneath her skirts again, stroking along the length of her leg until his was almost at the top, tracing circles on her inner thigh, just where her under wrappings started. He pushed them easily aside as he had before. Marian stiffened as his finger found what it sought. She grabbed a bed post as his finger slowly rotated around the sensitive nub of flesh.

Embarrassment flooded her cheeks at the sheer pleasure she felt from his touch. She was in love with another man, but she was allowing Guy to do things to her that she should only allow a husband.

“No!” She cried.

Guy just smiled at her and removed his hand from beneath her dress. He took the finger into his mouth and she watched in aroused fascination as he sucked it dry, his tongue swirling around the tip.

“I cannot...” She made the mistake of looking down between his legs at the shape of the large swelling that was so obvious. It looked even bigger than it had felt in her hands, earlier.

“See something you like?” He asked as he saw where her glance lay.

“No...I.” Her tongue darted out to wet her dry lips.

“You have already touched me Marian, would you not like to see me too?”

She remained silent, her eyes giving her away as she looked into his. Marian watched without protest as his long fingers, which had only been under her dress a moment ago, slowly began to unlace his trousers.

“Or are you afraid?” He added.

She looked back at him defiantly, irritated by his knowing smile.
He unthreaded one lace from the eyelet and then another, until they were gaping. She could see his naked flesh through the gaps, but not all of it. He took her hand and placed it inside, curling her fingers around his hard girth; he loosened the laces further, fully releasing himself. Marian looked down at her tiny hand enveloping him. Even in her inexperience he looked big. Her fingers could barely encompass it.

She was surprised as he thrust into her hand, causing the skin to draw back from the head. He was wet too. She glanced at the tiny bead of moisture that welled from the opening of the tip, fascinated as it ran down the head and onto her fingers.

“Can you see what you do to me?” He asked, his breathing laboured.

His clasped his own hand around hers and moved it up and down, pumping himself gently. She could smell him, but the scent was not distasteful to her as she took a deep breath and breathed it in. She started to move her hand up and down his length of her own volition as Guy removed his fingers. He leaned back on the bed, pulling his leather trousers down further until they rested on the tops of his thighs.

Marian continued the slow stroking movements of her hand, watching Guy’s face. He was still fully clothed apart from his member cradled trustingly in her hand and she found it strangely arousing. Her arm was beginning to ache, unused to the movement. Guy felt her slowing the pace she had set.

“Straddle me.” He urged.

Marian looked at him dubiously. “I may be innocent but I have heard enough about the ways of men from others.”

Guy arched an eyebrow. “Really, I doubt that maid Marian.” He smirked, emphasizing the word maid.

She blushed to the roots of her hair, suddenly feeling ashamed of her inexperience. He guessed the cause of her heated cheeks.

“Straddle me.” He repeated. “I promise not to put myself inside you.”
Marian looked at him, before hitching up her skirts and encompassing his thighs. She could feel the tip of his cock pressing against the fabric of her undergarments.

“You promised!” She cried, getting off of him. “I will do anything, but not that.”

A slow smile spread across Guy’s face. “Really? Anything?”

Marian swallowed. “Within reason.”

“Would you take me in your mouth?”

She looked confused for a moment. Her eyes widened as she took in his meaning and met the challenge in his eyes. Marian looked at his member, taking hold of it again. She leaned over him, her hair tickling him where it fell. Guy almost choked as he felt her breath brush the tip. He took a handful of her hair and urged her forward. Marian opened her mouth a little, taking the large head into her mouth, rolling her tongue around it. He tasted of salt. She felt the pressure of his hand on her head urging her to take him deeper into her mouth.

Her teeth grazed him, afraid she had hurt him, but he groaned and she repeated it. She glanced up at him as she took him in. Marian was shocked to see he was looking right at her. The muscles of his neck were tightly corded and he had a flush to his usually pale face. Sweat beaded his brow, as she worked her mouth up and down his length. Guy took her other hand and guided it to the rounded globes at the base of his manhood.

“You feel so good.” He encouraged, his eyes beginning to roll upwards as she sank down on him almost to the root. “That’s it take it in.”

Guy watched her as she worked her mouth up and down his length, not sure what aroused him more, what she was doing, or that fact he was the only one she had ever done this with. If he had his way he would ever only be the one she did this for. He ached to be inside her tight heat, to rend her, and spend himself inside her. He would settle for this for now...

“Faster.” He begged.

Marian obeyed his request, quickening her movements with her hands, her cheeks hollowing with the effort. She felt a strange tightness beneath her hands as they rested at the base of his member.

“Marian!” Her name was torn from his throat like a cry of pain.

She felt his hands try and push her away, but too late she realized why, as she felt a hot warmth coat the insides of her mouth, no longer able to control himself, his hips jerked over and over again, there was so much that it threatened to spill from her lips. She swallowed until he was spent. Marian let his softening cock slip from her lips and wiped her mouth with her sleeve.

The strong scent of almonds filled her nostrils as she scrambled off the bed and poured herself a cup of wine to wash away the taste. Marian turned to look at Guy, blushing furiously as she caught him putting himself away and lacing up his trousers. Shame flooded through her, she had done things that no respectable maid would do, and even worse, she had enjoyed it. She put the cup down and covered her flaming cheeks with her hands.

Guy got up from the bed. He removed her hands from her face. “Marian, look at me.”

She slowly raised her eyes. She saw no hint of mockery or triumph in his gaze as she did as he asked. “There is nothing to be ashamed of, when two people love each other...”

“Love?” She spat at him. “How can I love you, it would be wrong, it would go against everything I have ever believed in!”
She sank to the cold stone floor and covered her ears with her hands.

“No. No. No.” She repeated to herself. Hardly noticing when gentle hands scooped her up from the ground and laid her softly back on the bed.

“You are tired and it has been an eventful day. I hope you intend to keep your promise to stay?”

She nodded but refused to look at him, only hearing his retreating footsteps as the door closed behind him.
No, she would not love him, then why did it hurt that he was no longer here?

TBC