I stirred, feeling a hand gently tracing my face and opened my eyes to see Solomon looking at me with his violet eyes. I wondered at his eyes for a moment, wondering how they could be so beautiful and so everchanging - one moment like the doves near the river the next dark as molasses, but it was those eyes that were my undoing.

"Good morning, my love," Solomon greeted me, his skin shining like spun gold in the gentle morning light that was beginning to fill our tent.

"Morning, Solomon!" I stretched, a little like a cat earning an appreciative look from Solomon, "What would you like to do today?" I asked, thinking about the bit of land we still had to explore.

"Well," he said, his hand flicking my shift open to expose my breast, "I would like to love you some more." and he suckled it triggering pleasure to run straight through me.

I gasp, "How do you do that?" wondering at the pleasure he was causing me by doing this.

He just smiled a knowing smile and began to pleasure me more, "Good, it is working then. As to what I want... First, I want you."

He kissed me then, a tad roughly. I tried to breath as his tongue entangled with mine, I could feel his body pressing on me overpowering my will to do anything but what he wanted of me. The pleasure of his kiss and actions flooding through me, leading me to need more.

Solomon chose this moment to continue his train of thought, confusing me with the suddenness of his withdrawal, "Then I want to bathe, eat and see the rest of your land. The question is, do we dismantle the tent and take it with us or leave it here folded up so it does not take long to erect it this evening."

"I like it here," I mutter, catching my breath as he suckled my neck after leaving a trail of pleasurable nips from my breast up to my neck.

Solomon looked most pleased about something as he continued pleasuring my body. I stopped thinking then as his hands worked their magic, exploring and invading every part of me again. His strength crashed over me as he held me under him, subjecting to his wanted and very pleasurable attentions.

"Well, we will leave it here and return tonight," Solomon decided, stopping to look at me with a dark hungry look, "Now my love, I am hungry."

"Oh!" I said, thinking that this time was at an end, so I went to get up to go prepare us a meal. I felt quite equipped to do so after he showed me how to cook over the fire last night. My actions earnt me a laugh. "Why are you laughing?" I enquired with a scowl.

"I am not hungry for food!" he laughed at me struggling to get out from under him.

"Well, what are you hungry for?" I ask confused, still quite unknowledgeable in the realm of men and their mysteries. I thought perhaps it normal for men to do this, lead a girl on then expect something quite different. I would be lying if I was not more then a little disappointed in the apparent change of his behaviour.

His eyes darkened to molasses and he said seriously, "You. I am hungry for you, my beautiful wife." Seeing my look of confusion, he continued rolling off me and allowing me to escape, "Come here! And, take off your garment, it is of no use to us in this situation!"

I stood, quickly doing as he bade, realising then that he had removed his clothing earlier while waiting for me to wake. "Oh!" I murmured, as an idea struck me. "Do you prefer to sleep this way?"

"I do," He affirmed.

"So, I was..." thinking back on all the nights he had spent with me clothed.

"Shh..." he beckoned me putting his finger over my mouth, "I did it for you, you are my treasure of a wife."

I blushed then; he could always make me feel like jelly. Without warning, Solomon pulled me down to him and suckled on one of my breasts, I could not hold back the surprised moan his action caused in me. I felt my body responding once again, my stomach tingling with an odd sensation. Unable to think straight I reached for him running my hands through his silky raven coloured hair, and down to his beard, making it unravel from its knots a little.

I was so distracted by the thought I wonder what he looks like with his beard out of his knots, that I did not realise I had set myself to undoing them, not realising that Solomon had fallen back into the pillows with me on him, wrapped in his arms, while he allowed me to complete my task.

I inspected my work and decided that I preferred his free-flowing beard on him and glance up from my work and into his amused eyes, "Are you satisfied with what you have found my love?" he enquired, I must have looked content with what I had found.

I nodded, "Yes, my lor..."

"Solomon!" he interrupted me before I could finish.

"Solomon," I repeated after him, "I just do not feel right calling you that yet."

"Let's try something then," he said after what seemed an eternity to my explanation. It wasn't at best it was only a couple of microts. As if in answer to my look of What could you possibly do to make it feel right? He continued, "I want you to say 'I am yours Solomon and you are mine.'

I hesitated to say it, but eventually said it in response to his expectant look, "I am yours Solomon and you are mine."

He looked at me with his eyes darkening, "Say it again!"

'I am... yours?" I repeat still hesitant in what he asked of me.

His expression changed ever so slightly, his mouth opening a bit. I could feel his arousal build once more. "And?" he demanded of me.

"You are mine? ..." I say as the last word is swallowed by him reaching up and closing his mouth over mine, causing the word to be swallowed.

As much as I tried, I could not hold the moans that were building inside of me. The hotness of his mouth on mine and as he worked his way down to my pink extremities was unbearable. I could feel his tongue and teeth grazing on my skin again, this time with a tickle from his beard. More over he had pulled me tightly to him and had rolled me onto my back so his entire body was pressing me, compelling my legs to open again into the somewhat new position. I had been in it before, but I would not say twice was a whole world of experience, I could feel everything, the cushions, the mat and the rough ground beneath them, his mouth on her skin, and my own voice calling out to him.

Without warning Solomon put his hand between my legs.

"Ah! No!"

Solomon frowned then; I could feel myself blush as he looked at me to ascertain my response.

"No?" He queried, clearly concerned that he had hurt me.

I blushed, embarrassed then by my own reactions. Was I really saying no to this?

Solomon must have seen that I was just at war with myself and the new experiences he was eliciting from me, because he continued stroking and caressing me. His fingers finding their way back to my slit, stroking it. I gasped as the seductive sensation spread throughout my whole body. His movements were fast and sure, going In and out, rubbing and pressing further into me.

My legs were trembling and my breath synchronised to his, even though I struggled to breath from the raging fire that was burning within me. I wanted more than just his fingers. "Solomon!" I gasped.

"Yes?" he responded, glancing up to look at my face briefly, I felt myself 'come' then, my juices flowed out of me and onto his hand, even so I knew it was not enough.

"More..." was all I managed. He nodded and placed his head between my legs. "What?? What are you doing?" I asked.

"Having my breakfast," he teased with a glint in his eye. He was merciless then. His tongue licking the folds of my vagina. If I thought his fingers were magical, it was nothing compared to his tongue. I could not help but scream and buck against him, causing him to pin me. "Endure," was his instruction, and so I did, but barely, calling out his name, not even realising he had so enraptured me, that I was.

I came again and Solomon licked it all up, "You are so sweet, Amari!" was his only comment before entering me again, this time with his enlarged, engorged bit. It still hurt, but I remembered from last night that if I endure the pleasure would come, chasing away any form of the pain that came with the initial entry. So, I endured, focusing on the pleasure that would come.

Solomon moved inside of me, and I found myself rocking my hips back and forth to match his rhythm. I felt him start to accelerate his bit rubbing my insides faster and faster, I was full then of multiple sensations, my cries melding with Solomon's groans. My moans grew louder and louder as he held me under him, his bit pounding into me.

With one final thrust he stopped deep in me; I felt a pulsating sensation as he filled me with warmth the sensation completing me. I felt wrung out, satisfied and complete. Solomon kissed me once more and I responded in kind, too tired to do anything else but what he had done.

"Who are you?" Solomon questioned once more; I was confused by the question for a moment before I remembered what we had talked about earlier.

"I am yours Solomon, and you are mine," before I fell back to sleep, secure in his arms.

"Good girl!" he murmured holding me gently against him in the aftermath of our love. That was the last I knew for a while.

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