Waves of pleasure jolted through Nimue as Maric’s tongue did something incredible to her body. Never with Daffyd had this style of love making taken place. Her fingernails dug into his head, holding him in place, savoring the moment.<br/><br/>When he raised up, she pulled him to her, tearing at his shirt, not even caring that tomorrow she would have to mend it. All she could think about was feeling his skin against hers. He was broad and muscular, his chest and arms hard where her body was soft. She ran her fingers through his hair and kissed him open mouthed, tasting herself on his tongue.<br/><br/>“Make love to me, Maric, “ she whispered. “Claim what has been freely given.” Nimue opened to him, wrapping her legs around his buttocks, urging him closer, to find the depths that were meant for him.<br/><br/>She gasped as he slid home. Together they found a slow pace, slow like the progression of their love, slow until Maric was shuddering over her.  He held himself up on his stiffened arms, gazing into her face. Nimue held his eyes as their bodies writhed in union.<br/><br/>“By the moon and the earth, our love is taking wing,” she whispered as he drove into her. Nimue was aware of the stars spinning overhead and the moon shining brightly, giving Maric the look of chiseled ivory. The scent of their musk and the fecund earth filled her nostrils. Flesh slapping against flesh was carried along on the sighing of the wind in the pines.  Soon, though all that was left was the giant heart of pulsing satisfaction as they cried out together and then Maric collapsing on her. Cradled against the Earth, they slept for a while.