Chapter 7
Lars was trying to get the image of Sarah and the man out of his mind. He had let the man go, not caring who he was, but warning him of what would happen if he put his hands on Sarah again. Nothing was going the way he had wanted it to go and even though he had done what he was supposed to do, he was still brooding over another man’s hands on Sarah, his Sarah. Lars wasn’t sure when he started thinking about her in that way, but there was nothing else he could do then.
She had told him about Finn and the trouble he had caused her. It was impossible for Lars not to see the irony in it all. She was sent away for the very reason of him. A man like him would ruin her chances of marriage. It wasn’t something that he thought of that often, but even with his mind mad at her, Lars still couldn’t think of doing that to her. He didn’t want something he had done to cause her any kind of pain. Maybe it was best to just leave her alone. There were plenty of women that he could have. The only problem was that he didn’t want someone else, he wanted Sarah. He wanted to be her first and only.
He pulled his attention outwards as she walked in. Her hair was pulled back from her face and plaited down her back. Lars took in the look in her eyes when she finally got the courage to meet his glance. She was not looking at him as if she was afraid, but that she was in need. Sarah had long since forgotten about Finn. He wasn’t of consequence anymore.
All she could think about was Lars and now that she knew that his wife was gone, she was hoping for an invitation to his bed. When he didn’t say anything to her, she finally remembered herself and started to serve him his dinner.
Her hand shook as she poured the wine out of the pitcher, but he didn’t seem to notice. As she snuck a glance at him though, it was clear that he had her in his sights. She shivered at the attention he paid her and tried not to let it bother her.
Sarah turned to leave when she heard his voice. “Where are you going, Sarah?”
She shrugged. “If there is nothing else that you want, my lord, I was going to retire for the night.”
“I think you know that there is more that I want.”
It was exactly what she wanted to hear but she still wasn’t convinced. She waited for more and when she heard him tell her to go to him, there was no other thought but to do that very thing. As she walked closer to him, it was her whole body that was shaking, instead of just her hand.
“Yes, my lord.”
“Have you changed your mind about me, Sarah?”
She looked up suddenly and their eyes clashed for a moment. She didn’t need to ask more to know what he was talking about.
“No, my lord.”
He smiled to himself and told her to sit down with him. She moved to go to the seat next to him and he shook his head. Taking her hand in his, he pulled her down to his lap and she gasped slightly when she felt his need against her. Sarah was more than willing to let him touch her again, the feelings he had induced the time before still fresh in her mind.
“Can you feel how much I want you?”
She nodded her head quickly and bit the bottom of her lip to stop herself from moaning. His hand moved to her core and Sarah rose up so that he would touch her again. It was all she could think about and when he finally came in contact with her center, his hot mouth moved to her neck. “I was so angry to see you with that man today, Sarah, touching my body.”
He emphasized his words with a hard press against her. She cried out as the motion brought her closer to the place she was before. She leaned back further on him, her legs moving to the outside of his own. Sarah opened herself up to him fully and Lars took every advantage of it. Pulling her dress down, his hand moved to the large dark mounds. As his fingers touched her tips, they pebbled into hardness that he couldn’t resist tweaking. Another whimper and squirm in his lap was how she responded and the act drove him mad.
“I could take you right now, bent right over this table.”
Sarah shivered with the suggestion. “Your food is going to get cold, my lord.”
He chuckled in her ear and moved back to her neck with his lips. Each touch and nibble of his teeth made her rub herself more against his hand. Lars was playing her body like a fiddle and she was writhing in pleasure. “Please, my lord.”
“What, Sarah? What do you want?”
Lars made sure that his hand moved even slower, liking the way she begged so prettily for what she had no clue about. “Tell me what it is that you want Sarah.”
Sarah was just trying to remember to breathe. The movement on her lower regions and on her sensitive nipples guaranteed that she couldn’t think of an answer. “Please, my lord.”
He laughed and moved a little faster as her body arched with the pleasure. It was only when she had had enough and Sarah was so close to release that he moved his hand away, though the one pulling on her dark tips continued their assault on her body. She whined and begged him again.
“I want to hear it, Sarah.”
Her eyes closed and she started to turn red just by thinking it in her head. “I need to come, Lars.”
He started to rub on her again, liking the panting and hard breathing going on in front of him. His hands pushed up her skirt and he could feel for the first time how ready she really was. Sarah was practically dripping wet, his fingers moving to feel the barrier between them, just to reassure himself that what he remembered was real. As Sarah tried her best to ride his hand, it was better than he had hoped it would be. Mila had never responded to his touch like that and he knew then that he was going to explode himself if he didn’t have her soon.
“Do you want me inside of you?”
She whimpered as he pressed against her core, slipping against the last thing that stood in his way, the banner that proclaimed him the first and only to be there.
“Yes, my lord. More than anything that I have ever wanted in my whole life.”
It was the last straw, the last thing he could hear. Pushing her off of him, he bent her over until she had to catch herself with her hands on the table. Pulling her skirts up and grabbing a round cheek, he was able to see the contrast of color and he didn’t know why the darkness looked so lovely in the dying light. She was magnificent and his own need was becoming painfully squeezed as he tried to free himself for the occasion.
Feeling and playing with her tits as they dangled, he nudged himself to her hot opening and heard her hiss as she felt him pushing in. “Are you sure, Sarah?”
She nodded her head quickly and then he pushed in as fast. It took her breath away, not from the momentary pain, but for the final release of pleasure that she had been waiting for all day. She called out his name, over and over again as he held himself deep inside of her. She moved and thrashed, but couldn’t have dislodged him if she had been trying.
Finally when she had slowed down and she was back to soft mewls instead of screams, he pulled his massive meat out of her slowly, her insides hugging to him for dear life. Gritting his teeth, he slammed back in suddenly and made her squeal in delight. He needed more of her, the tight sheath making him need more of her. She was everything that he could have asked for and when he started to lose himself inside of her, there was no thought of what that would mean, what the consequences would be. In that moment, there were no consequences, only pleasure.
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“What is it, Sarah? You have been quiet all day and now you are not even taking my hints.”
“What hints?”
His hand moved to her center and pressed in against her dress. She loved when he did that and it never seemed to be enough when he did do it. Her head went back and she moaned, fully prepared to have her mind taken off of what she had been thinking about lately.
“Those hints, Sarah.”
“Your wife is in the castle, my lord. I just don’t want to disturb her.”
He didn’t believe her and when he pushed harder, making her cry out, he told her so. “Tell me what is going on or I won’t let you come tonight.”
She didn’t panic, but the idea of it was not a pleasant one. “I have some news, my lord, and I am not sure how to tell you about it.”
“Just get out with it, Sarah, or it is going to be a long night for you.”
She whimpered the way he loved so much as he touched and teased her with the tips of his fingers. She was always so ready for him and he didn’t have to feel beneath the fabric to know that she was already ready for him, just from the mere mention of it. It was only one of the ways that Sarah was perfect for him and since she was so right for him, it meant that he was becoming happier and more relaxed then he had ever been.
“Just tell me, Sarah.”
She bit her lip and tried to find the right answers. The truth was though that there were no right answers. She was just going to have to say it and see what happened next.
“I’m pregnant, Lars.”
He stopped and pulled her to look at hm. “How do you know?”
She shrugged. “Women know these things.”
Lars welled up inside with something he had never felt. The love he had for her doubled instantly and he was almost too overwhelmed to say anything.
“Well say something, Lars.”
He kissed her slowly. “What can I say? It is perfect. You are perfect. There is no better news that I could have heard Sarah. You make me a very happy man.”
“Good because you are never getting rid of me.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
~THE END~