21 #2
Within moments, the knight had me screeching. And thank hell for the trunk’s density, otherwise every creature in this forest would hear.
Withdrawing, Aire grunted in frustration and wrenched off the glove with his teeth. Flinging the accessory aside, he thrust between my thighs again, his unclad fingers pulling a shout from my throat.
With every tender thrust, hard heat siphoned inside me. At the same time, his thumb nudged my clit, inflating it more, patting the crest.
All hell broke loose. I threw my head farther back. My thighs fell apart, and I writhed onto his hand, fluid drizzling to Aire’s wrists.
Guttural sounds chuffed from his mouth, the steam of his breath rushing against the underside of my jaw. His opposite grasp elevated my leg higher, sprawling me as far as possible, the better to view my pussy and his fingers gently slamming together.
Planting my free foot on the loamy floor, I heaved into his torso, using the leverage to jolt backward.
My ass railed over his cock, the stimulation inciting mayhem.
Aire’s baritone scraped through the hollow, the low, stunned noise surging from him, the flared outline of his crown launching through the pants.
I imagined how it looked under the closures. The pitched head would be dark and feverish, with a disobedient bead of cum sneaking from his incision. The column would be long and taut, sinewy veins pulping across his flesh. He would be thick and heavy, hot to the touch, and as solid as iron.
Gorgeous. And mine.
My nerve-endings sizzled, pleasure buzzing through me. Like a woman on a new mission, I charged at his dick. Determined to wring every sound in existence from this soldier, I swiveled my backside, sweeping between his crown and his fingers.
Aire made a feral noise and escalated his efforts. His hand snapped gingerly, groping my cunt, probing it so that I spilled on him.
“Fuck,” I entreated. “Fuck, right there.”
“Where?” he urged. “Here?”
And when he increased the pressure, I lost my hold on reality. Tracing my clit, he rolled the peg of skin under his thumb, exerting the right amount of pressure. I leaped off the ground, my hips launching against his fingers, my cunt snaring him deeply.
I’d never been a quiet one, but the concentrated pace of Aire’s touch elevated me to a new level of delirium. With each sharp pulse of his fingers, I discovered another corner inside myself, a sensitive crevice that came alive when he made contact.
Aire located those spots with ease, drawing out the sensations, propelled by my response. Unabashed, I poured down his fingers. My cries toughed into shouts, and that’s when he slapped a palm over my lips.
This freed my other leg, enabling me to lurch my waist higher. Aire met the challenge, plying my cunt, dabbing my clit, the slippery traction causing my eyes to slide back. My hollers ground into his palm, and his private growls struck my cheek, and the lips of my pussy convulsed.
The foreshocks crested, radiating across my flesh. If I didn’t pass out before coming, it would be a miracle.
On each thrust, Aire’s muscled arm flexed through his sleeves. The steady pace destroyed me, never losing its proficiency. This knight fucked and fondled the same way he fought—with unmatched skill, patience, and dedication.
His thumb orbited my clit, swiping lightly. Frenzied noises peeled from my lungs.
Unable to stand it, I bit his palm out of sheer preservation. If not, I would shriek to the heavens and wake the dead, as well as our companions.
Instead of jerking back in pain, Aire hummed. Unfazed by my teeth, he notched his fingers higher, deeper, longer. My cunt constricted, gripping his hand, dousing it with my arousal.
Bounding forward and backward, I reeled on his digits, my lungs emptying. The instant my pussy lips contracted, Aire’s cock twitched, and his desperate groan rushed into my ears.
“Come,” he stressed. “Come like a Brazen Fucking Creature.”
“Aire,” I wept as he released my mouth. “I’m going to—”
“Yes. Please do.”
“You’re making me—”
“Come.”
With abandon, I chased his hand, and he chased my cries. My cunt grabbed Aire’s strong fingers and splashed all over them. The walls tensed, clinging to his hand as it fucked into me.
At last, I sprang apart. Snapping into an arch, I dug my heels into the ground and bellowed. My pussy ruptured, pleasure spilling from the crease. I soaked his hand and screamed into the tree, the decibel reaching a plateau as Aire snatched my jaw and swooped down.
His mouth captured my own, swallowing the cacophony, his tongue lapping up the rampant noises. All the while, his fingers rowed in and out, plucking at every nerve. Fingering my cunt and clamping our lips together, he wrested every drop from my soaked cunt.
I came loud and long into his mouth, around his pumping fingers, and against his solid body. Devoting himself to the task, Aire speared his hand until I deflated into a heap. Then with one set of fingers tucked inside me, the knight brushed my clit and sighed into my mouth.
The softest kiss. The truest touch.
It felt as if I’d waltzed into a sensuous fantasy with a man who cared, who listened, who pleasured unconditionally, and who gave without expectation.
Our lips clung, falling into a drugged tempo. His tongue swiped my own, mirroring what his hand had just done, what his cock could do. With our mouths folding, rocking together, I swung my ass into his lap, the bridge of his dick lifting higher.
Aire shuddered into the kiss. He tore his mouth away, those blue eyes glittering like the eventide sky.
Firmly, he cradled my face. “No,” the knight hissed against my lips. “This was only for you.”