36
Aire
Scarcely had any other confession rang true, the declaration tolling from a dormant place in my chest. Years ago, I wouldn’t have predicted it. How this female would grow into a woman who became my illustrious undoing, blowing me out of my comfort zone with the magnitude of a storm.
At my words, her eyes kindled. Strings of fire danced in those irises, the sight enthralling. Readily, I flung myself into their depths.
My sweat-glazed torso beat a harsh rhythm against her bare tits, the nipples raw and tipped from the suction of my mouth. Her slick limbs tethered around my waist, the wet heat of her pussy encircling my cock, and her shaky pants breaking into shards against my lips.
For a wonderful moment, we basked in the aftermath. Aspen’s index finger dragged across my lower lip, the contact wracking my flesh. I shivered into her, my teeth aching to snatch that finger and bite, as I had her neck.
Such foreign impulses never came naturally before. But with her, I found I enjoyed them. Very much.
Aspen shifted, her tight core tugging on my erection. My sac tingled, and a compressing ache enveloped my phallus.
A gasp fell off my tongue. A sigh drifted from hers.
Then a cool breeze sheared through the parapet. Our gazes seized, and we blinked from the savage haze. Without mercy, the consequences weighed us down like blocks of masonry, and my eyes jumped all over her.
The teeth marks. The purple splotch where I had sucked on her neck. The detritus of torn clothing scattered everywhere. The bruised lips, matted hair, and rips in Aspen’s discarded bodice.
The clan had invented many names for this state of affairs. Angry sex. Feud sex. Seasons, I had fucked the living hell out of her.
Yes, in the treehouse enclave, I had fantasized while groping my cock. Yes, I’d given myself release in private, with her name shattering on my lips. Yes, I indulged in the sanctity of my cabin.
No, I had not planned to rail this woman against a cold stone edifice. No, I hadn’t planned to ravish her at all.
She deserved firelight, four solid walls, and a bed. However adventurous Aspen was regarding sex, this woman merited sensuous caresses and prolonged lovemaking.
Instead, I lost my faculties and conducted myself worse than a lion in heat. Hard, rough, and fast. I’d pounced with a primal ferociousness beyond impunity. And while I did not regret making Aspen come, bringing her to the height of pleasure, I should have gone about this like a civil human being.
Remorse curdled my stomach. An apology slid across my lips, but she set her fingers against them.
“Don’t do that,” she whispered. “Don’t beat yourself up. I chose this too. And I loved it.”
I wavered. “I failed to control myself.”
“That’s the point. I didn’t want you to.” She brushed that same finger across the seam in my lips. “Did the loss of control feel good?”
“With you, it did.”
“Then it wasn’t a failure.” Aspen nudged her digit between my incisors. “It was passionate.”
Succumbing to the temptation, I nipped that finger. However volatile, I’d given her ecstasy. By that definition then, I rather liked this side of passion.
Aspen beamed. Yet the rosy luster drained from her countenance shortly thereafter, the expression stabbing me clean through. We watched one another, overwrought while her pussy encased my dick.
The agreement we struggled to maintain. The premonition warding me from getting too close, lest I neglected to protect her. The unknown reason she kept to herself.
These obstacles resurfaced like brambles. Regardless of how often one cut them back, their thorns grew.
Taking one final liberty, our gazes held as the firm length of my cock eased from her slit, the drenched edges of her cunt skimming my flesh.
Aspen’s eyelids fluttered. She stifled a thin noise, and I restrained a groan.
One word. One plea from her, and I would fuck this woman again, and again, and again.
It would be easy to roll my hips, puncturing her with another thrust, starting this mayhem all over.
Instead, we savored the motions before the absence of her tight warmth hit me like a phantom pain. Brushing my thumbs across the swells of her ass, I lowered Aspen to the ground.
And quietly, we dressed.