Caera endured the rest of the evening, counting down the hours to midnight. She politely danced with those who asked and dutifully shared small-talk with courtiers, but her mind was elsewhere. By the eleventh hour the hall was starting to empty, with only the most drunken revellers still stumbling about on the dancefloor. Bidding goodnight to anyone who would listen, she made her way out of the Hall, and wound all the way up the spiral staircases to her chambers.
Caera sat in her chair and nervously fidgeted. A million questions churned in her mind. How should I wait for him? Should I be on the bed? Should I be undressed? Will he like my body? Forcing herself to calm down, she focussed on tidying her chambers. She swept up the stray ash around the fireplace and smoothed down the quilt and pillows.
With a small quiver of excitement, Caera heard the bell in the clocktower chime twelve. She took her usual seat by the window and waited. No more than a couple of minutes had passed when there was a quiet knock on her door. The handle turned, and Torven slipped into the warm room.
Caera had been halfway out of her seat to answer the door, then sat down again awkwardly. Torven strode over to her chair, held out a hand and pulled her to her feet. He placed one hand on her waist and the other hand brushed her neck, tipping her chin upwards. Without saying a word, Torven bent forwards and kissed Caera's willing lips. Their meeting was electric. Torven pressed himself forward against Caera's body, and a low moan escaped her lips. He gripped her waist more firmly as Caera wrapped her arms around him, digging her fingers into the contours of his back.
"How did you get past the guard?" asked Caera, pulling her face away from his but clinging tightly to his well-muscled body.
"I saw Gilaena leading him away. I think he will be distracted for a while," chuckled Torven, once again treating Caera to a devastating smile.
Torven leant in to kiss her once again, moving his hand from neck to take her by the waist. He pulled her more tightly against him, squeezing her against the erection thrusting through his trousers. Caera felt the bulge as she had earlier that evening, and thrusted her hips to meet him, grinding up and down as she felt herself getting wetter and wetter. Growing bolder, she reached on hand upwards to feel Torven's arms. She enjoyed the tautness of his arms, tracing gently along his bicep to the grooves of his forearms as he kissed her ever more intently.
Torven broke away from kissing her, and her fingers went to the fastenings of his shirt. Once it was unlaced he pulled it over his head, allowing Caera the first non-imagined view of his torso. The firelight cast deep shadows over the muscles of his chest; Caera could not help but stare. She reached forward and placed both hands on his chest, then slid downwards over the undulations of his stomach. The taut V of flesh at his waist pointed her hands yet further down, but she stopped at the top of his trousers, unsure how to continue.
He slid a hand around her waist again, pulling her closer once more for another searing kiss. Caera felt almost wild with excitement. She could feel a fire building between her legs, desperate for his touch to put it out. Her nipples were rock hard, poking through her dress. Torven's other hand reached upwards, gently cupping her breast. Caera moaned again as his palm pressed against her nipple, rubbing it slightly and sending waves of pleasure radiating from it. He started to rub her nipple between thumb of forefinger, intensifying the sensation. Caera was excitedly pressing against his cock, lashing her tongue against his in her passion.
One hand firmly kneading her breasts, Torven reached behind Caera and grabbed a firm buttock. It was now his turn to moan, as he hungrily squeezed her firm flesh. He brushed aside the thin silk layers covering her breast, exposing the sensitive flesh of her nipple to his fingers. He made lazy circles with his finger, teasing the erect nub of flesh. Caera threw her head back in pleasure, digging her fingernails into his back. Torven tugged on the other shoulder of her dress, allowing it to fall downwards. He looked down at Caera's perky tits, admiring her cleavage and the rose-pink nipples jutting forward. Taking both her breasts in his hands, he pinched and squeezed her nipples, eliciting small pants from Caera.
He then slowly traced his hand downwards to her waist, then lower still to massage her slender thigh. His hand found the slit in her dress and slipped inside, roaming the soft flesh of her upper thigh. Caera's stomach flipped, her back seemed to burn with tension. As Torven's hands inched ever closer to her most intimate area, Caera quivered with anticipation. His finger reached the thin silken layer of her undergarments, feeling that they were almost saturated with wetness. He gently rubbed up and down her slit, as Caera buried her head into his chest. With a small flick, he brushed aside the sodden fabric to explore the slippery flesh within. Caera moaned in ecstasy as his finger rubbed up and down, not entering her but teasing her dripping opening.
"Let me undress" said Caera, finding her voice at last. "The clasp is at the top" invited Caera, turning her back to him. Torven quickly unclipped the dress, sliding it downwards to uncover the pale skin of her back. With a small wriggle, Caera pulled the dress all the way to the floor and threw it aside. Still with her back to him, she slipped out of her underwear to stand naked before him. Torven approached her from behind, wrapping her in his arms and rapidly kissing up and down her neck. She shivered at his touch, suddenly shy at having her nakedness exposed to a man. Her shyness evaporated as one hand reached around to cup her breast, and the other stretched once more to between her legs. With her nipple firmly pinched between a thumb and forefinger, he probed her wetness to find her most sensitive nub of flesh. He started gently circling her clitoris, as he rammed his aching cock between her bare buttocks. She responded by pressing back against him, breathing heavily.
