I laughed. “One minute ago you were fast asleep, your face all smushed, and now you’re ready to go?”
He bounced his hips against me, he was indeed ready to go.
I said,”Oooh, you’re pokey.”
“Ha! I daena ken if pokey is the way ye ought t’describe me. I prefer tae prod than poke, it sounds more substantial — or better yet plow. Och aye,” he pulled my hips even closer, “I am goin’ tae plow ye in our fine bed, with our fancy beddin’.”
“You, sir, sound all kingly.”
He pulled my shirt up and kissed my breast. “I feel like one, livin’ in this fancy castle. Ye heard the manager, what was her name? Nae, daena answer that, I daena want tae think on her. I am thinking of ye, and yer panties comin’ down yer legs, and how I am like a king of... what am I king of...? I am distracted by yer...”
I kicked my underpants off and his fingers played between my legs. I moaned, “What are you distracted by...?”
“Ye ken,” he breathed deeply against my ear, “yer lovely field. I am goin’ tae score a goal down here by yer...” He rolled me over, pulled my shirt off, and kissed and sucked on my breasts and then his mouth against my neck, in that lovely oh so sensitive place, he pushed up into me, big and heavy, hard and powerful — a gasp of my breath as it caught, and then an exhale… as I pressed my lips to his shoulder and held on. We rocked and pushed and pulled against each other for a long deliriously delicious time, and then he rose up above me and plowed into me, over and over, driving me to a climax as he finished.
With a low moan, he collapsed on me, heavy and spent…
He raised his head and shook his hair.
I looked up at him, God, I loved him, such a beautiful man. I tightened my grip around his back and held on, a bear hug kindof holding on, then I let go, with a long exhale, relaxing, fully, releasing him...
He kissed me on the bridge of my nose. “Och, Woodshee, twas a fine way tae start the morn.”
I reached over to the bedside table and fumbled around until I found my watch. I pulled it to my bleary eyes. “I can’t see what time it is.”
He turned his head to the digital clock on the other side of the room that I had forgotten was there. “Three a.m.”
I joked, “Och nae.”
“Dost ye think our hired help will bring us a sandwich?”
“I think, before you ask, you need to make sure you remember her name. She gave us an hour-long tour yesterday.”
“Ye remember her name?”
“Yep, Martha.”
“Och, right, Madame Martha of the Medieval Castle, I remember the joke I made last night. Twas not m’best work. I was worn from the flight and there had been a bit of whisky at dinner. I am not in my right mind, tis why I couldna finish m’metaphor about the try I was goin’ tae score by touchin’ down in yer zone.”
“So sexy.”
He joked, “Tis my way.”
He rolled onto his back and raised his head to look around for... then he got up and walked naked, showing off his incredibly nicely rounded ass, as he went to the bathroom and returned with a towel. He jumped on the bed and we dried me off, then I tossed the towel off the bed and immediately regretted it. “Ugh, what was that? That’s really... not classy.” I peeked over the edge of the bed at the fancy hand towel lying crumpled on the ornate rug. “Someone should really pick that up...”
I lay back. “But what are you going to do, you know? That seems like a lot of work. I’m just going to have to accept I amnot classy. I thought I was, but compared to this castle… this is a whole ‘nother thing.”
He returned to the bed, put out his arm, and I curled up alongside him. “So how long was this castle empty?”
He said, “For years, they hae done a fine job of makin’ it nice again. When I was a lad we would sneak ontae the property and peer intae the windows.”
“You never broke in and messed around in here?”
He raised his head looking around and then joked, grinning, “Wheesht, Woodshee, daena let Martha overhear ye. I wouldneverbreak intae this fine castle.” He nodded his head, then shook it. “Never ever, it dinna belong tae me.”
I laughed. “Now it does.”
“Aye, but I daena want Martha tae think me crass. She is a fine upstandin’ woman she must think me kingly.”
