Chapter 44 Kaed （Bonus Scene） #2
He turned toward the bed, discarding his clothes.
“As you wish, but I doubt I’ll have the restraint to lie still for long.
” Once his pants and boxers came off, he crawled onto the bed and rested on his stomach.
Although he retained a bit of self-consciousness regarding his back and the scars that adorned it, she, on the other hand, loved them.
The bed shifted beside him. “Can I use the oil?”
He hummed in approval and turned to observe her stretching toward the small table at the side of the bed. Every part of her was perfect, and it still baffled him how fortunate he was to call her his.
She positioned herself on top of him, straddling his rear, and he couldn’t help but chuckle. “I haven’t even touched you, and you’re already so warm. Does my gaze have that much power?” He crossed his arms under his head as she vibrated on top of him.
“You just love calling me out, don’t you?
” The slight embarrassment in her tone caused his heart to skip.
“Yes, it does.” The cold oil dripping on his back made him twitch, but it quickly warmed as her hands moved the liquid around, with her thumbs applying pressure.
The scent of roses immediately overpowered the dust and parchment aroma in the tent.
A grumbling hum emanated from him. “Tell me how it makes you feel.” Her hands landed on his lower back, and she leaned in, applying pressure up his spine all the way to the nape of his neck.
She wasn’t gentle, which was precisely what he needed, and as she gripped his shoulders, a groan escaped him.
“They make me feel more than a want, but a need. As though I am needed in your life. Like I’m your queen, and you would do anything to keep me pleased.
” Her hands moved to his shoulder blades, pressing outward as if spreading dough.
“That your eyes were made to look at me, and me only.” She gestured for his arms to extend, and when he did, she leaned back.
With lathered hands, she drew up his back and across his shoulders, down his arms, and to the back of his hands.
Her breasts pressed against his back, and if she weren’t careful, the bed would soon have a hole in it from the need his cock was having.
“They tell me that you would kill anyone that touched me without my consent.” Her fingers interlocked with his as she whispered against his ear, “That you would tear down a kingdom for this pussy without question.”
“Then my gaze does not lie,” he crooned, and he felt her shiver. She sat back up and rolled her thumbs across his shoulders. “Thank you.”
She whispered softly, “Anything for you.” He knew that to be true, and that feeling of both lust and love came over him.
“My turn.” He began to shift, and while he could have had her touch him all night, the need to please his woman outweighed it.
There was a slight moan of protest that came from her, but she slipped from on top of him and swapped places with him.
He was at full attention looking at her, and he hummed, “To straddle, or to not straddle… hmm…” She kicked her feet and laughed into the sheets; her skin started to turn pink as she blushed.
He straddled.
Sitting across her thighs, he dispensed some oil into his hands and lathered them together.
The warmth of it settled, and as he leaned forward to press his hands against her back, she moaned instantly.
He wondered if it were from the elicited pleasure of the massage or the head of his cock pressing against her slit.
“You are to blame,” he cooed, moving up to her shoulders, and as he leaned forward, he slipped between her lips. “So wet already, my love.” His hands glided across her shoulders; her face buried into the bed as soft calls of need escaped her lips.
Moving back down, which inevitably pulled away from her, he watched bumps cross her arms resting at her sides. Her head turned, and the flickering candlelight showcased her illuminated cheeks and begging lips, making his desire for her nearly impossible to ignore.
He moved to her ass, his hands taking the cheeks and kneading at them. His cock was throbbing, and as he spread her, she gasped. “Kaed!” she called out, her hips raising, “What are you doing?!”
“I have to massage everything,” he purred while slipping his thumb down between her slit, the warmth that enveloped it making him groan.
He found her hardened clit. “Continuing right here.” Her knees attempted to lift her from the mattress, but she wasn’t going anywhere with him on top of her.
She gripped at the sheets, and her calls of pure pleasure made him thrive.
Rolling his thumb in a circle, he gently spanked her.
She threw her head back and looked over her shoulder.
“Please…” When she begged, it was difficult not to give her everything because she truly deserved it.
Pushing harder against her soaked bud, he moved in a back-and-forth motion, watching her writhe with rapture.
“Hmm, please what, Red?” he whispered before moving his thumb and replacing the pleasure with two fingers inside of her. “Gods, so warm.” Slowly but rhythmically, he moved in and out, her muscles contracting around his fingers. His cock craved that attention.
She kicked her feet up and squirmed under him. Her body trembled, and those needy whimpers got increasingly louder.
“Baby,” she breathed through her moan, “I want you to fuck me.”
“So eager… but I’m not done with your massage.
” He slipped his fingers out of her and brought his hips forward, the head of his cock pushing between her slit.
Bringing the oil over her, he trickled it across her back, and as she jumped from the sensation, he slid inside of her.
She called out and immediately lifted her hips, trying to push him deeper.
He groaned; having her wrapped around him was calling for him to lose control, but he wasn’t ready to ravage her yet. His hands grabbed at her hips and pushed her back down to the bed; her groans of need made him grin.
Holding her down on the bed, he massaged her hips. His slow, methodical hip roll made her arms shake. “How does that feel?”
“Kaed… please…” She bit down on the blanket. “I beg of you!”
He massaged down to her ass, once again taking both cheeks into his hand and spreading her to watch as he slid deeper.
“Look how wet you are for me.” He slipped out, lathered with her arousal.
With a needy groan, he moved his hands down to her hip bone and lifted her up.
She was trembling under his hold, and he could no longer keep her waiting.
Spreading his legs, he returned to being wrapped around her. The immediate release of pleasure echoed around the room, and as she threw her head back, she screamed, “Yes!”
He pulled her to him, fighting against the back of her wall to fit all of him.
She placed her hands down and lifted herself, but he was having none of that.
Quickly releasing her hips, he grabbed onto her wrists and put them behind her back.
The surprised gasp from her was muffled by the bed as she fell forward.
She fought momentarily, but he held steady, and in perfect motion, he pulled her arms and equally thrust his hips forward.
She convulsed around him, and he leaned his head back, feeling the warmth her pussy provided to his aching cock. It didn’t matter how many times he fucked her; it still surprised him how incredible she felt draped around him.
A groan came from him as she rolled her hips in a circle and the twisting sensation it provided made him twitch. “That’s it…” He shifted his hold on her wrists to one hand and, with the other, grabbed hold of her ass before spanking her so hard that nearly immediately, a red mark lifted.
“Again!” she screamed, and he nearly came from the demand.
His hand lifted and slapped her ass again, leaving another mark on her opposite cheek. Her body rocked with a tremble, and she moaned out for more. He was prepared to give her everything she desired.
Slipping from inside of her, he rolled her onto her back and crawled on top of her. His honey-golden hair falling over his shoulder. “Does my queen want to sit on her throne?”
When she bit down on her lip and nodded, he growled and placed his hand behind her head. The grip on her hair elicited a gasp, and he leaned in to take that lip as his own, biting gently on it before roughly kissing her. His tongue was invited by her open mouth to find hers and dance it with.
He lifted her from the bed, wrapping her around him to bring them to the opposite end of their tent. Thanks to their first entanglement there, a singular chair was the only piece of usable furniture. They hadn’t replaced the second chair they broke; likely, this one wouldn’t survive the same.
Sitting, he placed her on his lap and leaned back with a smile.
He didn’t slip inside of her; instead, he just relaxed.
“I want to watch my beautiful girl ride me,” he said, bringing up his hand to wrap around her neck and pulling her to him.
His lips took hers, and one of her arms came around his neck, leaning into the embrace.
She adjusted, her fingers wrapping around the hilt of his cock, sending tendrils of pleasure straight through his abdomen.
There was no hesitation, and as she lowered herself onto him, he was in Paradise.
He closed his eyes momentarily, but not long enough to miss taking in her body adjusting to his length.
The soft suck of air through her teeth was elicited by him hitting the back of her wall.
He placed one hand on her thigh and the other on her breast. Her hardened nipple pinched between his fingers, causing her to jolt, and as she did, she bounced on him.