Regrets Chapter 7
The moonlight was beautiful, and the night air was warm and comfortable as they made their way back to the fishing spot.
Their poles were still lying on the ground undisturbed. Xena tossed them aside, then spread out her bedroll, running parallel with the river. Jamen stood beside her, his own bedroll in his hands, not sure of what to do.
"There's plenty of room here," Xena said, gently patting the ground beside her.
Without hesitation, Jamen made his bed next to hers.
Xena tucked her hands beneath her head, lying on her back, looking up at the stars. "You ever just look at the night sky?" she asked Jamen.
"Sometimes," he replied, taking a similar position. "It makes me realize how insignificant we really are."
Xena chuckled, a low rumbling that delighted Jamen to his very soul. He realized he had never heard her laugh before. It was a sound he could become obsessed with. He had to concentrate hard to hear what she was saying. "And it always makes me feel like I'm a part of something," she said, "that I am a piece in the giant puzzle that is the world."
"It's important for you to belong?" Jamen asked gently.
She shrugged. "Not usually," she answered. "I've always managed pretty well to take care of things by myself. But I guess it's something else that Gabrielle taught me…it's okay to be alone, but even better to be with someone you care about."
Jamen's heart began to beat faster at her words. He had to know. "Do you care about me?" He asked.
Xena paused for a long time, and for a moment, Jamen thought she might have drifted off. Finally, she turned over and propped herself up on an elbow. Jamen's gaze was on her enticing full lips as they spoke, "Yes, I do."
"I care about you too," he whispered, and then he pulled her into his arms, this time with no hesitation.
Xena made a little noise, deep in the back of her throat, and stretched her long body out along his, as he pulled her even
tighter. The enticing smell of leather and…woman was arousing him beyond comprehension, and Xena could feel his
growing erection against her thigh. She felt an answering throb in her own groin. Jamen's tongue moved in and out of
her mouth rhythmically; his hands stroking a similar pattern down her back and over her bottom. Xena wound one hand
through the curls at the back of his neck, while the other traced a path up one bicep and down the other.
Their mouths separated finally, and their eyes opened as they pulled back a little. Xena reached for the fastenings at her breastplate, but Jamen took over, snapping the armor loose with a skilled hand. Xena unbuttoned his shirt and ran her hand across his stomach and chest, reveling in his strength. She held her arms out for him to remove her armlets and bracers, and then laid back for him to remove her long boots.
"Incredible," she heard him murmur, as he ran his hands up over her calves.
"What?" she asked, looking down at him.
He was still stroking her lower legs. "Your legs are so powerful," he said, incredulous," yet they're so curvy and graceful."
He moved again, until he was over her, his hands to either side of her head and he leaned down to taste her lips again. Xena's mouth worked hungrily at his, her tongue fighting a duel with his. Her hands distracted him again, rubbing over his ribs and down his arms under his shirt, her nails lightly raking his flesh. He had to balance his weight on first one arm, then the other as she navigated the shirt off his body. His mouth never left hers during the whole process. He found the sensation of Xena's tongue exploring his teeth, gums, and tongue too addictive.
Xena was a woman who knew how to express herself sexually. Never one to be shy about expressing her sexual wants,
she pulled one of Jamen's legs between her own, and wrapped her ankles around it, holding him firmly in place. Jamen
groaned against her mouth when he felt her pressing her hips upward, so his upper thigh was pressed tightly to the juncture
at her thighs. She began a slow grinding movement, and he could feel first the heat, and then her wetness, soaking through
the material of his trousers.
Acting more out of reflex than anything, his hands moved to the laces at the back of her leathers. He heard her sigh when they were released, and then her tongue withdrew from his mouth. Her lower body didn't release him as she wiggled her way out of her leathers, her body singing with the freedom.
He arched his back obligingly leaving his leg still trapped and nuzzled his head into the crease of her neck, nipping and sucking at the delightful feeling of her skin. Who would have thought the Warrior Princess would have such baby soft flesh? Xena's hands were drawing intricate patterns on his shoulders and the back of his neck. She pushed subtly with her hands, and he moved his head lower, his mouth closing hungrily against the firm mound of her shift-clad breast. Soon, the material there was as wet as his pants leg.
"Let's get you out of your clothes," he whispered, and she nodded. He gave her another lingering kiss, and then reluctantly pulled himself from her body.
Jamen sat up and lifted a foot up, pulling his boot off it before he repeated the action with its twin. Xena's eyes followed his every movement, one hand under her head while the other languidly stroked her stomach. It had been a long time…and Jamen was a very arousing man. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt her body so charged with sexual tension. Her eyes drank in the sight of his sinewy arms and shoulders, as he removed his footwear, then stood quickly and unbuttoned his trousers. He slid them over his hips, now only his underwear remaining. His erection was a sizeable lump, and Xena found her eyes resting there.
Jamen's eyes saw her unconsciously lick her sultry lips, and he sank to his knees between her spread thighs with a moan. He had to see her naked, before he burst from the excitement.
Reaching upward, he grasped her breeches in either hand, and she obligingly lifted her bottom so he could tug them free of her.
The scent of her arousal wafted upwards towards his nostrils, and he had to control his body's reactions again. He had heard stories of Xena's erotic lovemaking skills, but had never counted on the sheer seductiveness of just…her presence. He had never had a problem controlling his release, but just the sight of her smoky eyes, luscious lips and perfect teeth, her exquisite breasts, her…He swallowed hard and closed his eyes.
A concerned look darkened Xena's features. "Everything okay up there?" she asked, her voice cracking on the first word.
Swaying slightly, Jamen's face relaxed into a smile before he opened his eyes and focused them on her. "You have no idea how wonderful it is," he told her.
Xena's expression told him otherwise. "It's going to get a lot better," she told him.
Jamen grinned in spite of himself. This was almost too good to be true. Xena's expression was serious though. She loved the pulsating feeling pounding out its needs between her thighs, but it was quickly taking over all conscious thought. Yes…it had been way too long.
She reached down and grasped the hem of her shift. "Let me…please," Jamen said, and Xena shrugged, releasing the garment. Jamen's hands shook as he grasped the shift, and then he was pulling it upward.
Xena half-sat up, to allow him to remove the material, but now she lay back down, leaving herself on display for his inspection.
"By the gods," he gasped, barely able to form the words. His eyes raked over her entire body, then lingered on the spots of the most interest to him.
As appealing as her shapely legs had been, they couldn't compare to the graceful curves of her hips and waist, the firmness of her abdominal muscles, the incredible tautness of her breasts. A cool breeze drifted over them, and Jamen watched fascinated as her dusky nipples tightened and hardened even more.
"Everything meet with your approval?" Xena asked, her eyes gleaming up at him.
His eyes finally tore themselves away from her body, and concentrated on her face. She was the most exquisite creature he had ever seen. How could it be possible that she desired him?
"You're overdressed," she was murmuring, and she began to sit up again, her hands reaching toward his waist.
"Not yet," Jamen told her gently, shaking his head. "I want to concentrate on you first."
Xena gave him her half-smile, and dutifully lay down once again. It wasn't the first time she had been told this, but it was always difficult for her to hold off pleasuring he partner, until she had been pleasured first. Her reputation as a warlord who used sex in various forms and for various purposes was well deserved. In her conquering days, she thought nothing of sleeping with whomever she could use to further her ambitions. However, she knew there were stories of her forcing unwilling participants to have sex with her. They were simply not true. The truth was, she never had to coerce anyone into having sex. Most of the time, all it took was a certain expression from her and she would be successful. Sometimes, a kiss or a skillful caress was all it took. If a few other skillful tactics didn't work, and very seldom did that happen, Xena would move on. Yes, she used her sexual prowess to help her achieve her goals, but at the same time, she was a highly sensual person who enjoyed the physical act. Her climaxes were always quite real; and it wasn't unusual for her to take two or three lovers per night, outlasting them all.
But for now, Xena was willing to let Jamen take the lead in their lovemaking. He stretched himself out along side her, barely touching her, in an almost timid manner. His hands went to the back of her neck, and Xena let him pull her into a deep, hungry kiss. She did her best to remain inactive, but when his hands moved from her shoulders to her breasts, she couldn't help but arch her back and press into his touch. Her hand stole around to his back, grabbing his shoulders. She didn't urge him to move, but certainly didn't resist when his mouth left hers and began following the trail his hands had taken. He nipped and sucked his way down her neck and over her collarbone, and as he approached the top of her breast, he slowed down even further, dragging his tongue over the salty flesh.
"Are you trying to kill me?" Xena moaned, as his tongue blazoned a path down the mound, and then averted the nipple to move to the sensitive underside.
Jamen could feel the hardened pebble of her nipple against his cheek, as he moved up the other breast in the same torturous fashion. The heartfelt moans Xena gave him as he averted that nipple too, echoed in his throat. Whether or not she realized it, he was feeling as much torment as she was. He dragged his tongue down her cleavage, and didn't resist when he felt her hands on his head, pushing it toward her left breast. She thrust upward, and his mouth dutifully closed on the quivering flesh.
"Yesss," Xena hissed, as his lips and teeth worried the bud to an even more aroused peak. Jamen glanced up, and his mouth tightened in a smile as he watched her eyes slowly close, her tongue snaking out to enticingly lick her lips. His hand planted itself on her other breast, tweaking the nipple until she writhed beneath him.
Normally, Xena could take all the teasing and prolonging her partner could give, but she could feel her control quickly slipping. She could feel the wetness slipping from its cove between her thighs and wondered if the scent of her arousal was as obvious to him as it was to her.
"Please, Jamen," she managed to gasp, surprising them both.
"Is something wrong?" he asked, pulling his mouth from her breast with an audible pop.
Xena opened her eyes, and the passion in her blue orbs made him catch his breath. "More," was all she said.
He was tempted to have her tell him exactly what she wanted, but suspected she might have a lot of difficulty with that. The movements of her lower body against him were telling him all he really needed to know anyway. His mouth kissed the peak of her left breast again, and feeling as though he had neglected the other one, he skimmed his tongue across the valley separating them, and scraped his teeth gently across the nub, then kissed it softly. Enflamed and needing more intensity, Xena's hands pushed urgently, toward her aching center.
He didn't resist, and when she released his head as he reached her belly button, continued on the path she had started him on. He slid his own body down, and then moved until he was kneeling between her thighs.
"So beautiful," he murmured, stroking her pubic mound for a few seconds.
Xena's moans actually sounded as if she was in pain, and she parted her thighs further. Jamen gazed at the glistening pink flesh, licking his lips in anticipation. He glanced into her eyes one last time, and then reached under her thighs, lifting them. Xena knew what he wanted, and easily lifted her legs to drape them over his shoulders. He settled himself on his stomach, and resting the weight of his upper body on his elbows, finally allowed himself a long look at her most secret spot.
Feeling the need to tease her just a bit more, he gently blow on the soaked area, feeling Xena give a long jolting shudder. He drew his tongue from top to bottom, gathering up as much of her juices as he could. More lubrication immediately replaced it. Her taste was tangy, slightly salty, and incredibly mouth watering.
He lowered his mouth to her, seeking out the nub of her clitoris. He sucked it into his mouth, hearing her gasp out a sigh. The engorged organ was slippery between his lips, and as he gently used his teeth to hold it in place, he felt her thighs tighten around his ears. Her juices flowed over his chin.
It was obvious she was close, very close to her climax, and tempted as he was to draw it out, he suspected she wasn't going to let him get by with much more of his tormenting. He concentrated solely on pleasuring the miniature erection of her clitoris, his tongue moving back and forth over it unbelievably fast, causing a vibrating sensation.
"That's it," he heard Xena whisper above him, and seconds later, he felt her legs clench convulsively around him. He immediately changed tactics to a strong suction, and seconds later, Xena jerked to an almost upright position, her voice nearly shrieking out her joy and relief. Slowly, her body sunk back down to the ground, and her thighs released their stranglehold on him.
Jamen slid her legs from his shoulders, and lowered them. He studied her face to assess her situation.
Her face was peaceful, and for a second, he thought again that she might have drifted off to sleep. A few seconds later, though, her stunning blue eyes opened and focused on him. He could lose himself in their depths.
"That's much better," she told him, giving him her biggest, most dazzling smile.
He returned her smile with a pleased one of his own, and then lowered his head to her midriff again. He now knew he had quite a challenge on his hands, the challenge of trying to keep up with her.
Xena wasn't about to argue as his mouth sought out her wetness again. He licked the shaft of her still quivering clitoris, and then lowered his sights slightly. While his nose continued to nudge her little bud, his tongue licked its way between her inner lips until it found the outer rim of her opening. He lapped at her for a few seconds, and then began to stab his pointed tongue into her at regular intervals.
He heard her moan as her heart rate began to immediately speed up again. Her hands wound through his hair, stroking his head gently as he continued. He increased the pace and the pressure, but still found her too relaxed beneath him. He wanted her writhing with need, as she had been moments before.
He changed strategies once again, his tongue sliding from her sopping entrance and back upward toward her clitoris. He began a circular motion with his tongue, as he penetrated her with two fingers.
That got him the response he was looking for, as he soon felt her wiggling beneath him, a small noise escaping her throat. Her juices threatened to flood him. He quickly established a maddeningly effective rhythm, matching the motion of his tongue with the pistoning action of his hand. Sensing her closeness to the edge, he added another finger, and increased the pace.
This climax was very different than the previous one. Xena's first orgasm had been too abrupt; so long awaited that it had dissipated too quickly. This time, Jamen heard her draw in a great gulp of air and her body grew rigid. For seconds, the only sounds were the erotic wet noises of his pumping fingers. Then suddenly, Xena's body galvanized, bucking so strongly that it nearly threw him off her. A long single-noted purr came from her throat.
Gradually, she relaxed, and Jamen pulled his fingers from her depths. He kneeled between her still spread thighs, and licked his fingers clean. His manhood was pounding harder than ever, but Jamen had surprised himself with his own control.
Xena watched him, her body still humming with satisfaction. She could see his need pressing against the front of his breeches, and knew it was time for her to repay the favor.
Her eyes narrowed to slits as she sat up, then crouched on her hands and knees before him. He watched her, his eyes darkening to the color of steel, as she knelt before him.
"Don't move," she whispered.
He had a suspicion what she was going to do; and wasn't about to go anywhere. When one of her hands reached for the front of his breeches, he closed his eyes.
Xena's nostrils flared involuntarily as she finished reached inside his underwear. Yes, it had been way too long. She pushed the fabric down on either side of his hips. His erection sprang free, standing proudly before him.
"You're very beautiful, too," he heard her whisper, and he glanced down to catch a sight that would become indelible in his mind. Xena eyed the stiff member before her, then her eyes moved upward to give him a look that was half-savage, half-hungry, and entirely seductive. He gulped and closed his eyes again quickly, his body swaying.
He didn't see her smile as she reached out and gently but firmly took hold of his manhood at its base. But he was ultra-aware of her sure, steady grip as she began a rhythmic up and down motion. She continued the milking action, watching him as he broke out into a fine sheen of perspiration.
Her tongue snaked out to taste the underside of the crown, and his head moved back as his mouth gaped open, suddenly forgetting how to breathe. Her tongue swept over the head, gathering up the moisture seeping from him, and she heard a deep groan rumble up from him. With a pleased half-grin, she took him in.
His hands immediately came to rest on the sides of her head as she began to suck, but she needed no urging to bob her head. Her tongue swirled incessant, intricate patterns on the out-stroke and when she pulled him in, she nursed him strongly. One hand reached behind him to grasp a handful of tense buttock; the other eased from its grip at the base of his manhood to cup and hold his testicles, just lightly containing them.
It wasn't long before Jamen was gasping for air under her ministrations. He had experienced a fair amount of oral stimulation in the past, but none ever excited him as much as Xena's. He made a mistake and looked down. One glance at Xena's sculpted cheekbones and busy mouth, and his seed came rushing forth.
Xena had felt his body tense up, and knew he was beyond the point of no return. She swallowed the fluids he shot into her mouth, and then cleaned him with her tongue. With a satisfied grin, she settled back on her haunches.
It took a few seconds for him to regain his senses. Slowly, his head moved back up and his eyes opened. He blinked twice, then looked at the vision before him.
"Now we're even," Xena grinned at him.
He chuckled, and pulled her into his embrace. "I see you give as good as you get," he whispered, before kissing her.
Their arms wrapped around each other as the kiss deepened. Jamen's hands stole up to her breast, even as hers was traveling toward his manhood.
She found he hadn't totally lost his erection, and expertly caressed him back to firmness. Ready for more, she pulled him to the ground on top of her.
She encircled his waist with her thighs, and they both sighed in satisfaction when he slid easily deep inside her.
Jamen began a long, easy stroke that Xena echoed with responding thrusts of her hips. She stretched upward to press her lips to his, and he pulled her tighter, his thrusts growing quicker and shorter.
"That's it," Xena growled, meeting him stroke for stroke. The hood of her clitoris was pulled back and released rhythmically, and she felt her moisture flow copiously again. Jamen's breath began to come in short little pants, as sweat ran down his chest. He stared into Xena's face, which was tensed in her concentration, her eyes open wide.
He felt her sharp intake of breath as orgasm once again caught her up, and her eyes squeezed tight. Then it was his turn to struggle for oxygen as he felt her inner muscles grasp him tightly, undulating in waves that quickly milked his manhood dry.
He collapsed briefly on her, then rolled over so they were both on their sides, his manhood still buried in her softness. Despite the delicious feeling, both knew their recovery times was going to be significantly longer after this, and Xena didn't object when Jamen rolled the edge of the sleeping fur over both of them. She knew she should get dressed; you never know what could happen during the night; but this one time, she decided to risk it. It just felt right to lay here in Jamen's embrace, especially after what they had just shared.
Jamen's lips found hers in a lingering kiss. "Thank you," he whispered, even as his eyes were closing.
"And thank you," Xena returned. Jamen's eyes drooped shut, and he relaxed against her, his body quickly taking on the easy rhythm of a deep sleep.
Xena stroked the tawny head settled comfortably at her shoulder. She wanted to go to sleep, her body was singing with exhaustion, but it was often difficult for sleep to come to her. And now, she had so much going on in her mind, that her body wouldn't let her rest.
What had just happened? Well, besides the obvious, of course. Sex had always been something Xena had viewed as another physical act, like eating or reading. Oh certainly, it was a good deal more pleasurable, but it was still just a physical act, one that rarely left her feeling closer to whomever she had performed it with.
She listened to Jamen's deep easy breathing, and thought about the feelings he had brought out in her. She felt amazingly comfortable with him, and had willingly let him take the lead in their lovemaking. The only person she had ever done that with before was Borias, and it was only after they had been together a very long time. She hadn't always been entirely comfortable with it, and sometimes, would actually take over halfway through. Of course, she had been a different person then, with different goals, but still, with the men she had slept with since her conversion, including Hercules, she had been in the driver's seat.
Why had it been so easy to give control to Jamen?
And more than that, why did it feel so satisfying?
The climaxes she had reached with him weren't necessarily the most physically over-powering ones she had ever experienced, but they had been the sweetest. Even now, she could feel the aftermath in her body, a warm tightness between her thighs that occasionally made her body pulsate with pleasure. Even more remarkable was the fact that Jamen was lying so near to her, that his now flaccid manhood was still ensconced by her body. Normally, even with Borias and Marcus, she wanted some kind of separation when they were finished. With Jamen, she wanted to keep him as close to her as possible.
She sighed, puzzled by her perplexing feeling, and felt Jamen's arms tighten around her. She let him pull her closer to him, and willed herself to get at least a few hours sleep.
Xena managed to sleep for a couple of hours, but was still awake well before dawn. Jamen was still curled up next to her, but at some point during the night his manhood had slipped from her body. His arms still encircled her, and the length of his body pressed warmly against hers.
Xena's eyes blinked as she peered into her pre-dawn surroundings. She heard the soft nicker of Argo close by, and knew there was no immediate danger around them. She knew that she and Jamen were to meet Gabrielle in town for breakfast, but that wouldn't be for at least another couple of hours or so. A mischievous glint formed in her eye as she tried to figure out the best way to wake Jamen up.
Her decision made, she gently wriggled from his arms. He stirred a bit, but she whispered softly, "shhh" at him, and he seemed to sense all was all right.
Xena pulled herself totally from him, and grinned in spite of herself when he rolled flat over on his back. He couldn't have chosen a more perfect position for what she had in mind. She moved so she was on her hands and knees above his head, and slowly lowered the upper half of her body. Her left nipple hovered just above his mouth, which was parted slightly.
Very steadily, she dipped down so her nipple would touch him with the sensation of a feather. She watched his brow wrinkle, as, even in his sleep, he was aware he was being touched. She repeated the movement, and this time, his lips pursed, giving them extra height, and he could better feel whatever was interrupting his sleep. The third time she leaned in, his lips sucked her in, and suckled hungrily at her.
Xena felt the fire rise in her immediately, and glanced down to see if he was awake. He was indeed, and his gray eyes pierced into hers. His mouth tightened in a grin around the aroused flesh in his mouth.
Xena couldn't help but return his smile with one of her own. She carefully disengaged her breast from his mouth, despite the fact that he didn't want to let go. His mouth traveled upward several inches, but she was insistent on freeing herself, and he didn't want to hurt her.
"Good morning," she whispered, leaning down for a kiss.
"Good morning," he replied, very much awake now.
"Are you in any hurry to get up?" Xena asked, trying her best to sound nonchalant.
"What did you have in mind?" he asked in return. Even first thing in the morning, she was magnificent.
She didn't answer…instead she straddled his body crawling downward so her breath tickled his manhood, even as her moist center hovered above his mouth.
"A little breakfast in bed?" Jamen mused, as he pulled her down on top of him.
Xena didn't answer. She knew it was rude to talk when one had her mouth full
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