He played at her breasts lightly, and she reacted to each touch. Her hips moved in stronger rhythms as she sought relief from the pleasurable torture, and each flex of her body created an erotic caress where she held him. Soon his senses absorbed nothing but the sight and sounds and feel of her. Her lovely, low exclamations of pleasure sang around them, luring him to bliss.

His body ached with an insistent demand that he make the small move that would join them. He almost succumbed, but a part of him wanted this tantalizing pleasure to continue forever. Instead he separated from her and turned her to face him.

She sank against the wall and looked at him with confusion as she blinked to clear her head. Only their heavy breaths broke the utter silence. She appeared so beautifully sensual with her naked breasts visible through the open gown and her hair disheveled and her eyes glazed by the delirium of desire.

Her gaze lowered from his face to his chest. Pushing away from the wall, she placed both hands near his neck and felt her way across his shoulders.

“When I was a young girl, I dreamed of a knight like you.” Her caress descended deliciously as she lined his chest with her warm, soft palms. “Tall, with broad shoulders and a lean strength. Carved hard and confident. He even had golden hair, although his mouth was sweet and bowed, and not harsh like yours.”

She trailed a finger down his chest to his stomach. “He would play the lute for me, and sing poems to my beauty, and be pure in heart and body. He dared great deeds to impress me, and won every time.” She smiled at the memory as she watched her fingers slide lower and then move teasingly up his phallus. “Such are the foolish ideas on which girls are raised.”

He gritted his teeth as her fingertips stroked him. Hooking his finger through the lacings of her gown, he pulled out the next level. “Boys too. I dreamed of being such a knight. Only I did not sing poems, and I was not so pure.”

“Did you win the hand of a lady?”

The lacing snaked down another level. “Of course.”

“Someone like me?”

“Actually, she was mild and biddable.”

She laughed. It sounded so lovely, and made her look so fresh and beautiful. She might have suddenly become once again the girl she spoke of.

He slid the gown off her shoulders, and it dropped to hang around her hips. He took her breasts in his hands. “Of course, I was just a boy then and knew nothing of passion. I had not yet learned how dull a mild and biddable woman could be.”