Chapter 15 Part 5 | Son in Sorrow | IHGK Book 2

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His arm was already beneath her; he slid his free hand down her back's curve, around her hip and up her side. His hand was warm and gentle, and would stop every few inches as if asking a question; her body would answer, and the hand would continue on until it asked for permission again. She gave it over and over without a word until his hand reached her milk-filled breasts. She moved it away to her belly, still loose from Ardunn's birth; Tennoc didn't seem to notice or care. A tautness crept over her.

"Gwynna," he murmured, "if we are not to go on, I must leave you."

"No, don't leave, not yet," she said, embracing him closer. His hand rested on her bottom, his hard cock just above her mound. He slid uncertainly against her until she wrapped her leg over his hip and pulled him atop her.

"You're sure?"

"I'm sure," said Gwynna, and he pushed inside her. Just knowing it was him--her Tennoc, so long forbidden and then gone--was enough to send ripples of happiness through her until frustrating, burning pain made her gasp, "Tennoc--Tennoc, stop, it hurts. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you're hurting me."

He pulled out and rolled away, groaning. "I would never hurt you, I'm so sorry, we don't have to go on. We can do other things." Tennoc slipped his fingers between her lips to find her clitoris but removed them. "No wonder it hurt, you're dry. Did you really want this?"

"Oh yes! I can't tell you how much. So many nights I would lie awake thinking of you, and now that you're here--"

"Ssh, I have waited this long, I can wait longer."

Tennoc licked his fingers and slipped them just inside her again. He put one to each side of her clitoris and caressed her, the strokes almost lazy. At first the slowness reassured her, a sign she was not to be rushed, but as the pleasure increased her body demanded more.

A memory flashed over her of Daevys in her bed and she opened her eyes in sudden panic to find Tennoc whispering her name and looking into her face. His eyes were blue not brown, his jaw clean-shaven not bearded, he was her own, her beautiful Tennoc and not Daevys. She could not control her breathing; it matched her frantic heartbeat and the pulses of relief, delight and love that flooded her as she called out to him. When she finished, he took her into his arms and kissed her over and over while she gasped and laughed and trembled.

Gwynna's breath returned to her. "I want to try again."

"Are you sure?"

In answer, she sat up. The fire still burned in the hearth but did little to warm the room. Her nipples puckered and goosebumps rose on her arms; she giggled from nerves and the cold. She lay down atop him and he carefully arranged the bedclothes to cover them both.

This way she might control matters. If it hurt again it would be easy to stop, and she was no longer as dry so it mightn't hurt at all. She placed him at her entrance and slid down on him, her hands braced on either side of his chest. Tennoc let out a strangled cry; he twitched but stopped himself from bucking up into her, letting her set the pace. Belly to belly they moved together. She wanted him deeper, as if she might keep him with her always, but every time she tried her body reminded her the birth wasn't that long ago. There would be time. They were together now.

Tennoc didn't last long. He clutched her ass to his hips and pushed up into her as far and as hard as she would let him before he came. Though she did not join him this time, the warmth of his pleasure inside her made up for it, his happiness hers. Afterwards, he stroked her hair in drowsy contentment as they lay together, breath slowing. So this was lovemaking.

Within the quarter-hour, Tennoc was fast asleep; the new lines etched beside his mouth and between his brows disappeared as his face relaxed into the one she remembered. She herself was far from sleep; her heart was too full, and so were her breasts. She rose and threw on her chemise and a robe as she shivered near the fire. She crossed into her bower and from there into the little nursery where Ardunn and his nursemaid spent what time apart they must. The rarely-used cradle was empty; the baby and his nursemaid slept in a bed wide enough for the two of them and one other. When Ardunn could not begin the night with his mother, he slept here until she joined him. Usually the nursemaid brought him to her, but tonight she would stay with them, preferring to let Tennoc sleep. If she woke up early enough she'd rejoin him.

She shifted the blankets, settled herself into the bed, picked up her tiny son and put him to her breast. The sleepy nursemaid smiled at Gwynna. "Will he be kind to us, my lady?" she whispered. "Will he be merciful?"

Ardunn snuffled at his mother's nipple. Gwynna smiled at him, sleepy and content as he caught it and began to nurse. "Oh, yes," she yawned. "He has always been kind to everyone, and he loves me." She fell asleep to the baby's tiny, satisfied gulps.


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Ah, the joys of postpartum sex.

Poor Gwynna. She and Tennoc have been through so much, especially Tennoc, it's naïve of her to think he's the same man, but she needs him to be.

I don't know if anyone's noticed, but I like writing mother/baby scenes. Those were some of the happiest moments of my life, when my girls were tiny.

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