0 comments/ 21683 views/ 3 favorites In The Cards By: In The Cards "I lost my innocence when I was fourteen to a young man from our caravan. Our customs believe that a woman should not be married inexperienced, and that a woman should best learn the ways to pleasure her husband before committing to the wedding bed." She smiled and pinched the crests of her nipples lightly, running her hands down her body to the waistband of her skirt. "Answer me now, Jareth," She whispered. "Do you want me?" He did badly at that moment. Her bare brown breasts being exposed had caused his diminished arousal to fire back up again, and he could feel the blood rushing back to engorge his sex once more. He looked at her fingers paused over the ties of her skirt, and beneath his cupped hand he felt his erection beginning to press tightly in its attempt to rise to full height. "I do, Raina. God help me, I do." "Good, because I have wanted you ever since we were sitting by the fireside," she admitted. "I was going to come to you tonight in your sleep, and offer myself to you then." She undid her skirt and tugged it from her hips, letting it pool at her feet. Unashamed of her naked body, she stepped free of the fallen garment and started walking over to him. Everything about her, her tan skin and her dark hair, her red lips and the nest of black glossy curls at the juncture of her thighs was perfection. "I am going to be married away to a man I do not love, to a man I will not even probably like," Raina announced. "Before I am wed away for the rest of my life, I want you to take me. Give me a memory that we will both treasure for as long as we live." The plea in her eyes and the sad tone in her voice snapped the last shreds of his control as a gentleman. He stepped free of the wooden tub, letting his hand fall away from his groin, exposing himself to her eyes. She glanced down, looking at the full tautness of him, sizing him with her eyes as he closed the distance between them. When they were a breath apart, his hands reached out, circling around her and pulling her in his arms. He kissed her with all the pent-up emotions he'd been experiencing, his mouth urgent, hot and silken over hers. Jareth tasted her deep, nibbled at her lips while his hands pulled her flush against his naked body. Her breasts were crushed against his chest, the tips rubbing lightly on the slightly furry flesh, and his manhood was sealed against the soft pillow of her stomach. She kissed him back, as needful as he, her tongue battling his while her arms came up to circle around his neck. He picked her up, scooping one arm under her knees and the other supporting her back, and took her to one of the cots. Raina's eyes fell shut as he pinned her wrists to the bed with his hands, growling low and possessive in his throat. No one she had been with had been this good. Her lovers had never sampled her mouth like this or bit lightly on the nape of her neck until she was moaning. Her former partners had never flicked their tongues over her breasts like Jareth did, as her fingers were twisting in his hair and she was begging him for more. He treated her body like the sweetest dessert, savoring the taste of her nipples and belly, moving his mouth now and again to one of her full hips and sucking on the bare skin there. When he parted her thighs, she was nearly sobbing with relief, her sex swollen and wet from his ministrations on the rest of her. At last she would feel him inside her, and he would start that hot thrusting that would fill the open, aching desire inside her. But he didn't possess her with that glorious hard member at all. Instead he brought his mouth to close on her wet entrance, his gentle suckling sending a blinding heat through her abdomen. Raina moaned Jareth's name, alternating between begging him to stop and pleading for him to continue. She'd never felt anything like the way his tongue was sliding over and inside her, and she felt her hips rising to press harder against his mouth in an urgent motion. Without warning, she came, her first climax ripping through her like a tidal wave, her juices flooding his face. She swore she had died, lying there with her body exploding around his tongue while her mind floated on a river of pleasure. When she regained her senses, Raina kissed Jareth deeply, tasting herself on his mouth, and pushing him back to the cot. And it was his turn to be taught, for he'd never known that a man could be a sensitive as a woman when his nipples were sucked, or that a bite on his stomach could cause a quick bolt of desire to surge through him. He opened his eyes and groaned, looking down at her wet mouth as it made its way down his belly towards the jutting shaft of his cock. She took him in her fingers first, smearing the clear fluid he was leaking over the head of it. When she took him in her mouth and slowly began to please him like he had imagined, Jareth's hips came off the cot. She took him in completely, and then pulled him out so she could lick and suck on just the head before engulfing him again. Her hands reached beneath him, her fingers kneading and caressing the firm muscular globes of his buttocks as she moved up and down on him in a steady rhythm. Jareth reached down and forcefully pulled her exploring mouth from his member. "Stop," he pleaded. "I don't want it like that. I want to feel you." Raina let him lay her back on the cot, covering her body with his. Her sex still hummed with the pleasure he had given her, and as she felt the taut shaft probing at the entrance it caused another wave of hunger to begin building in her. She gripped his hips with her ankles as he thrust deep, her tight walls hugging him like a glove. She learned to move with Jareth's thrusts, until they moved as one, grunting and moaning their way in unison. It was more than Jareth had ever imagined, better than any of his daydreams...the way she was moving beneath him was incredible, and he watched her face contort in ecstasy as he took her. He increased his motion, testing her, hearing her moan her approval as his flesh slapped against her. He felt the pressure building, felt the end arriving, and he grabbed her face in his hands, kissing her panting mouth. He came that way, his tongue deep in her mouth and his muscular body sealed to hers. The knowledge that he was filling her body with his seed, spilling himself in her womb ripped a possessive groan from his throat. Through the haze of his orgasm, he felt her shudder beneath him, as her body reached its pinnacle of pleasure for the second time. Exhausted, sated, he collapsed on top of her, his breath coming in short ragged spurts. When he was soft again he pulled free of her sex, and kissed her forehead, wrapping his body around hers as they drifted to sleep. When Jareth awoke, Raina was gone from the wagon. He looked around in a haze of confusion, and then realized she must have slipped away into the night to go to sleep at the proper wagon. He rolled out of the cot, his body pleasantly relaxed after the previous night's activities, and made his way across the wagon. He had forgotten to empty the bath water the night before; he used some of it now to bathe off, and then dumped it out the back of the wagon. It was early in the morning, barely after dawn, and no one was awake in the gypsy camp. It was time for him to go reclaim his horse and be on his way. The thought brought a sudden cloud of melancholy upon him. He took his time dressing, frowning at the purple tunic and the breeches, scowling down at the riding boots. Something wasn't right. He could feel it in his body, but couldn't put a finger on it. Jareth gathered his things, then as an afterthought left his entire gold pouch on the wagon table. Raina had shown him more hospitality then he'd ever anticipated; the gypsies deserved a treasury full of gold for that. On his way to reclaim his horse, he glanced over at the wagon where Raina was sleeping and considered telling her goodbye. But goodbyes would make the separation harder, and he had to let her go. She was to be wed, and so was he. He had obligations, and so did she. They had shared a memory for a lifetime, something to carry them through the nights when they were sleepless in a cold, dead marriage bed. Gritting his teeth, Jareth untied his horse from the hitching post and mounted it. He glanced back at the wagon one final time, cursed himself, and then kicked the horse into a trot, leaving the gypsy camp as fast as he could manage. He'd traveled for almost an hour's time when it finally hit him. The reading Raina had done for him...it was about this. That was his choice. He could go home, return to family obligations and an arranged marriage, and do what was socially "right". Or he could go back and claim his heart's desire. Jareth's heart slammed in his chest when he realized that Raina was his heart's desire. The jealousy, the possessiveness...the extreme passion they'd shared and the sadness he'd felt upon leaving. It all pointed to one simple thing: He was in love with her. Not just in lust, in love, with all his heart. He slowed his mount to a stop, contemplating his decision. It took him less than a moment to choose, turning his horse around and spurring the stallion into the fastest canter he'd ever attempted. Raina had just woken up and was in the process of returning to her own wagon when he came tearing back into camp. Jareth's heart soared when he saw the look on her face, beheld the same unhappiness he'd felt when he'd left. She glanced up in shock as the horse bore down on her, her mouth falling open in amazement. "Jareth!" She gasped. "I thought you were gone. They told me you'd left this morning." Before she could say anything else, he leaned down and offered his hand to her. She glanced from the outstretched palm to him twice. "What's going on?" "This is my choice," Jareth said. "I choose you." "What?" Raina said, puzzled. "My heart's desire, or my obligation. You told me I would have to choose, in the cards. I made my choice. You are my heart's desire, Raina. Somehow, someway last night I fell in love with you. And I'm willing to give up my title, my kingdom, and my home if you'll come with me." "But-But..." Her words faltered, but her eyes were bright. She glanced at the wagon where Danala was sleeping, and then back to where he waited in the saddle. "But they will cast me out of the tribe if I leave with you, a gaujo." "We'll make our own life, Raina." Jareth promised. "We'll make a place where no one can tell us what to do, or who to marry. We will make our own destiny. But you have to choose, too. Obligation? Or..." "Love," Raina announced suddenly, reaching up for his hand. "I choose love." He pulled her into the saddle with him, her soft body pressing against his back as her arms wrapped around his waist. Jareth clicked the reins against the stallion's neck and started off into the forest, riding together to meet the future ahead of them, given to them by the luck of the draw.